Chapter 292

"Buddy, are you really sure you don't need to be taken to the hospital? If you're short on cash, I'll pay. I really think you should get checked out at the hospital; you look terrifying. Hey, how can you hear me with your ears plugged?"

Zhao Yi leaned back in the passenger seat, thick cotton balls stuffed in his nose and ears, holding a white towel to occasionally wipe away the blood streaming from his eyes. A large tea mug sat in front of him, collecting the occasional mouthfuls of fresh blood he coughed up. It was nearly full, sloshing and making a squelching sound with every sway of the car. This sight made Zhang Xinhai, who was driving, twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Yi, who had just crawled out of a tomb, was in terrible condition. Coincidentally, he ran into the same guy he'd shared a boxed meal with at the service station when he first arrived. The man was with a factory driver, delivering springs. They had finished one trip, and this was their second. Seeing the familiar truck parked on the road, he told his driver to stop and got out to look for someone. He actually found Zhao Yi, covered in blood, crawling towards the truck. Zhao Yi didn't ask to be taken to the hospital. Instead, he asked the man to drive the truck away, as it belonged to Yongzi. So the man sent his driver to deliver the goods and drove the truck himself, taking Zhao Yi with him.

"Turn into that town ahead."

"Okay, but shouldn't we go to a clinic in town?"

"You're really annoying."

After exiting the provincial highway, they didn't go deep into the town but drove along a small road on its outskirts. Upon seeing the makeshift tent on the slope, Zhao Yi motioned to stop the car, preparing to get out.

"Let me help you."

"No need. You'd have nightmares."

"Uh..."

Zhao Yi stumbled out of the car and tottered to the tent entrance. Liang Li was decocting herbs. Upon seeing Zhao Yi, her face lit up with surprise.

"Boss!"

"Li'er!"

Liang Li was flustered by his response, even though she had initiated the teasing. Zhao Yi walked past her into the tent. Liang Yan stood nearby, and in the center, Yin Meng and Runsheng lay on their sides, pierced through by a black wooden pole.

"The truck's outside. Let's move them into it."

Zhang Xinhai, in the truck's driver's seat, had just lit a cigarette, leisurely blowing smoke rings while admiring the mountain scenery. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two women, covered in wounds with half-gray hair, their age indiscernible, carrying a pole. Skewered on the pole were a man and a woman. The cigarette fell from his fingers, and he swallowed the remaining puff of smoke in his mouth. Back in his hometown, they'd carry pigs like this for New Year's slaughter, but they only tied the pigs upside down by their legs. He'd never seen anyone run a pole *through* a pig.

The Liang sisters carried Yin Meng and Runsheng into the truck's cargo area. Zhao Yi climbed back into the passenger seat.

"Let's go to Fengdu."

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Xinhai's hands trembled as he restarted the truck. As he backed up, his eyes constantly darted to Zhao Yi.

"Buddy, don't look at me. Look in the rearview mirror."

"Oh, right."

The truck returned to the provincial highway. Zhang Xinhai didn't know how he'd driven all that way, but he eventually reached their destination. After parking, he pulled out the keys and handed them to Zhao Yi. He didn't rush to get out but buried his head in the steering wheel, truly afraid to watch them unload.

Zhao Yi smiled. After the Liang sisters carried the people out, he patted Zhang Xinhai's shoulder: "It's all right now."

"What are you... doing here?"

"Because the Gate of Ghosts is here."

"How will you get back?"

"There are many ways back. I'll go back myself!"

Zhao Yi reached into his empty pocket, pretending to pull out money.

"No, no, no, don't mention it, don't mention it!"

With that, Zhang Xinhai got out of the truck and ran off, taking large strides, determined not to look back.

Tan Wenbin appeared by the truck and said, "They've been settled."

Zhao Yi: "Where's Li?"

"Xiaoyuan and Ayou went to check out a car accident. They haven't returned yet."

"A car accident? Li certainly has a lot of leisure time."

"I'll page Xiaoyuan and tell him you're back."

"No need. We're fine. Don't delay Li from getting the 'wave' clues."

"Alright, you're the unofficial captain, I'll listen to you."

"Heh."

With Tan Wenbin's help, Zhao Yi got out of the truck.

"I'll get a room arranged for you. Settle in first."

"Don't bother. I'll just stay in Li's room for now. It'll be a good place to wait for him."

"Okay."

Upon entering the room, Zhao Yi first took a shower to wash off the bloodstains. Then he took out medicine and had Tan Wenbin help him apply it. Once everything was properly taken care of, Zhao Yi leaned back in a chair, his eyes narrowed.

Tan Wenbin: "I'll go prepare some food for you and bring it up."

Zhao Yi: "Thanks for your trouble."

Tan Wenbin left the room. As he went downstairs, he coincidentally brushed past Grandfather Zhai, who was coming down from the floor above. Normally, with Tan Wenbin's current keen perception, such a missed encounter around a corner would be impossible. But this time, he simply didn't notice.

Grandfather Zhai, carrying two bags, walked to Li Chuiyuan's room and opened the door. Zhao Yi leaned back in the chair, his legs propped on the bed. Humming a tune, he used an ear spoon to dig out the clotted blood from his ears. Frankly, the crisp "clinking" sound and the considerable hardness were much more satisfying than digging out earwax. Grandfather Zhai walked in just as Zhao Yi's face was registering a look of enjoyment. The moment their eyes met, Zhao Yi's heart sank: "Oh no, I showered too early." The marks of fighting for the Great Emperor and bleeding for him had just been washed away by his own hands!

Just as Zhao Yi was lamenting his failure to preserve the "evidence" of his work, Grandfather Zhai chuckled as he placed the bags on the table and said:

"Haven't seen you in a few days."

"Ah, yes. After dropping my brother off here, I ran some short errands nearby for a few days."

"How's business?"

"It's alright."

"You work hard too."

"But it's worth it."

"Where's Xiaoyuan?"

"He must have gone out to play. You know how it is, he's young, and being playful is his nature. Even the smartest children are like that. Some things, he won't understand until he reaches a certain age. Sometimes I really worry I'm spoiling him too much."

"A balance of work and rest is good. I was worried he didn't know how to relax."

"You're right."

Zhao Yi realized that his attempts to "put in a good word" were useless. He was genuinely jealous. Wasn't he also a child prodigy when he was young? Surely, now that he was an adult, a few years older, he hadn't lost all his appeal and become old and unattractive to this extent?

"Some local specialties were sent to the official meeting venue, so I brought some for Xiaoyuan to try."

"You're far too kind. I've always told him that you're a good person and a good teacher, and that he should learn more from you to have a future. But my brother, he's so stubborn, sigh, I can't do anything with him."

"The official title of teacher and student isn't really that important. Most teachers are willing to teach talented children; it's very rewarding."

Grandfather Zhai took a peach from one of his bags and offered it to Zhao Yi: "It's been washed, it's clean. Would you like one?"

"Sure."

Zhao Yi didn't stand on ceremony, took the peach, and bit into it. It was very sweet.

"I'll be going now."

"Alright, I'll walk you out."

"No need. I can see you're tired; I won't disturb your rest. Oh, right, this bag contains walnuts. They say it's a new variety they developed, larger than ordinary walnuts. Eat them before bed; they can help with sleep."

"Oh, really? That's great then."

Grandfather Zhai took out two walnuts from the second bag and handed them to Zhao Yi, who happily accepted them. He escorted Grandfather Zhai to the room door, intending to walk him back to his own room, but Grandfather Zhai firmly refused. Zhao Yi could only close the door and walk towards the bed.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, his eyes wide with horror. He lowered his head and looked at the two large walnuts he was habitually rolling in his hands. The shape and texture, the more he looked, the more they resembled... a pair of testicles.

By the dock.

"Xiaoyuan, maybe I should go down and check the situation."

Li Chuiyuan shook the water droplets from his hands, stood up, and walked back. Lin Shuyou's cell phone rang. He answered, spoke a few words, then happily told Li Chuiyuan:

"Xiaoyuan, they're all back safe. They're at the guesthouse now."

"Mm." Li Chuiyuan responded and looked up, gazing at Ghost Street stretching upwards. Everyone was back, everyone was accounted for.

"Ayou."

"Xiaoyuan?"

"Go down to the river and take a look."

"Ah, okay."

"Don't be too careful, take some risks, but you must come back alive."

"Yes, understood."

Li Chuiyuan rattled off a series of numbers. Lin Shuyou tried to remember them, while also mentally asking the Boy to repeat them.

Actually, many people were in the water trying to catch fish at that moment. Anyone who caught a fish would draw cheers and applause from those on the shore. Lin Shuyou followed the crowd, jumped into the river, and then quickly dove deep, exploring further ahead. After swimming for a while, he felt a sense of resistance. At this point, the numbers Xiaoyuan had given him earlier became useful. He began constantly confirming and adjusting his position, eventually managing to slip in. Two towering pillars stood there, and around them, formations of figures were already standing. Everyone was bound by iron chains, like ancient prisoners or slaves. Lin Shuyou kept Xiaoyuan's instructions in mind and prepared to go down and provoke them.

Just then, he heard the water ripple behind him. A man in a wedding dress appeared behind Ayou. At first, he had his hands pressed together and his eyes closed. The next moment, his eyes turned fierce, and his hands clawed towards Lin Shuyou's neck.

"Bang!"

Lin Shuyou kicked him with one leg. Not only did it fail to push the man away, but the sole of his boot seemed to stick, adhering to the man's body. The man's hand gripped Lin Shuyou's neck. Lin Shuyou's vertical pupils opened. He pried open the man's hand from his neck and then forcefully swung him downwards. The man rapidly descended but then returned to the surface even faster, colliding with Lin Shuyou. Lin Shuyou threw another punch, sending him flying, but the chain dangling from him, like a bungee cord, always pulled him back.

A reddish tint appeared in his vertical pupils. Lin Shuyou's right hand condensed into a trident, which he thrust into the chest of the returning man. To deal with spirit-form evil entities, one needed to use corresponding methods. Sure enough, a large hole appeared in the man's chest, letting out light, and this light continued to expand. But the next moment, a golden mark appeared on the man's forehead. The spirit form, which should have collapsed, not only stabilized but the black glow emanating from his shackles continuously repaired his damaged areas. Lin Shuyou noticed this detail. He reached into the backpack behind him, pulled out a pair of maces, quickly sidestepped, and swung both maces at the iron chain.

"Crack!"

The iron chain immediately snapped, but after sinking a short distance, it seemed to come alive, rising again and fusing back together, restoring itself to its original state. Lin Shuyou looked at the immense pile of chains below. Their vast quantity and self-restoring ability after being damaged meant that all the ghosts chained there, even if defeated, would be very difficult to truly kill. The man lunged at Lin Shuyou again. Without turning his head, Lin Shuyou delivered a backhand swing with his mace, sending the man flying.

At this point, the formations below, various ghosts and monsters, collectively looked up. Some were already rising towards them. Lin Shuyou knew that even if he could fight his way in and out multiple times, a battle that was purely consumptive with no substantial effect was meaningless. Better to take a gamble and see if he could smash the core point at the deepest part. Before going into the water, Xiaoyuan had instructed him to take some risks. With a mace in each hand, Lin Shuyou dove fiercely, plunging downwards. Any ghost or monster that dared to block his path was smacked away by his mace.

But just as Lin Shuyou was about to reach that area, two familiar auras appeared. Not only was Lin Shuyou familiar with them, but Tongzi was intimately acquainted with these auras. Two auras, yet emanating from three people. They were in the deepest part, raising their heads, green-faced with fangs, ferocious and grim – the Two Generals of Merit and Demerit! This time, they were not merely descending but in their Yin God forms. And as the Two Generals of Merit and Demerit looked up, other auras gradually revived. Lin Shuyou also saw General Tiger and the Yin-Yang Officer, whom he had recently beaten. Shackles were not on them, indicating they were not enslaved. However, each of them held a chain with one hand, drawing power to maintain their Yin God forms. In their true Yin God forms, unbound by the physical limitations of a spirit medium, they could exert even greater power. The emotions of the Two Generals of Merit and Demerit were complex, but overall, they were primarily solemn. But two Yin Gods, who were the last to awaken, opened their eyes, saw Lin Shuyou above, and burst forth with an intense hatred!

At this moment, many high-ranking Yin Gods stood in a circle. These two stood at the outermost edge; if they were to stand in two rows, they would certainly be at the very end of both. Their hatred for Lin Shuyou was very understandable; it was because of the White Crane Boy's departure that they had been relegated to the lowest rank within the entire Yama's court. The White Crane True Lord paid no mind to those two. Looking at the large circle of high-ranking Yin Gods in the depths, he knew that if he hadn't defected, he would be standing among them right now. In that instant, the White Crane True Lord's vertical pupils flickered with a hint of daze and confusion.

Living well and then turning back to show off to old colleagues is human nature. It's also understandable to take the opportunity to "fix" old colleagues one didn't get along with. But to truly let himself completely oppose the Yin Gods, to completely burn bridges and start a war...

Lin Shuyou: "Tongzi, they are no longer your colleagues."

Tongzi: "But they are my past."

Lin Shuyou: "Now, they are your stepping stones to progress."

Tongzi: "You don't need to comfort me. He's not here and can't see this, so it's a good chance for me to feel a bit melancholic."

Lin Shuyou: "Why do you think Xiaoyuan specifically asked us to come down? Do you think Xiaoyuan doesn't really know what's going on underwater? Brother Bin said that Xiaoyuan came down himself last night to check it out."

Tongzi: "I just have some things I want to say to them."

Lin Shuyou: "There's no need."

Tongzi: "No, there's a great need."

The White Crane True Lord continuously wielded his maces, smashing away every ghost that tried to approach him. Seizing this opening, he held one mace high with one hand, and with the other, gripped a mace and pointed it at his old colleagues who were awakening below and had not yet made a move: "I advise you to open your eyes and quickly abandon the darkness for the light!"

Having said that, without waiting for the Yin Gods below to rise, the True Lord spun around and quickly ascended, disengaging. Just as the Yin Gods were about to mobilize collectively, the Two Generals of Merit and Demerit raised their hands, pressing them all down. Everyone closed their eyes, held their iron chains, and fell back into slumber. At the same time, new pilgrimage teams continuously arrived, being branded with golden marks and subjected to chains and shackles.

Back on shore, the White Crane True Lord noticed it was hailing. If it were heavy rain, the onlookers might not disperse, but no one dared to endure hail. Furthermore, the scene of the fish frenzy had disappeared, and the once bustling dock was suddenly empty. The White Crane True Lord didn't see Li Chuiyuan, so he had to walk up the steps.

He once again reached the clothing store, which used to be Yin Meng's family coffin shop. The True Lord turned and went inside. Zhang Chi had woken up after taking the medicine. Upon seeing the True Lord, his face lit up with eagerness, wanting to bow in gratitude for the gift of medicine. But under the True Lord's vertical gaze, Zhang Chi's underlying desire to "climb the ladder" seemed exposed, shaming him into stopping his movements and shrinking back into his sister's embrace. Zhang Xiuxiu pointed to the inner room, indicating that the young man was there. Li Chuiyuan stood by the wellhead, which had a tin barrier above it, perfectly shielding it from the falling hail. At this moment, the fish in the well were gone, and the water surface was quiet. The White Crane True Lord walked up to the young man and reported what he had seen underwater.

Li Chuiyuan: "Mm."

True Lord: "They really can't see the situation clearly." The reason he deliberately maintained his True Lord state until now was also to openly express his loyalty and stance.

Li Chuiyuan: "Can you see the situation clearly?"

True Lord: "I cannot."

Li Chuiyuan: "Then how can you still mock them?"

True Lord: "I believe what I've seen, and I believe in your choice."

Li Chuiyuan: "Are you ready to fight your old colleagues?"

True Lord: "Each serves their own master. They won't show mercy, and I will do my utmost!" He paused, then added, "But they are many, and we are few. And from earlier communications, I learned that those who returned... are not in a state to fight."

Li Chuiyuan: "So, what's your suggestion?"

True Lord: "I ask that you quickly set up a formation." In past battles, the young man's formations provided a great advantage, especially when facing situations where the enemy was stronger or outnumbered them. The True Lord had thought the young man was already setting up the formation, but in fact, he had made no move.

Li Chuiyuan looked up at the True Lord, whose face was sharp and features clear, and retorted, "Where is this place?"

True Lord: "Fengdu, Ghost City, Ghost Street."

Li Chuiyuan: "Well, there you have it. Here, do I still need to specifically set up a formation beforehand?"

The True Lord's vertical pupils flickered, then he understood. Immediately, his vertical pupils receded, and Lin Shuyou's consciousness returned.

"Xiaoyuan, is Yin Meng's grandfather still inside?"

"No."

"Then where is he now? Uh, I mean, Yin Meng is back now, should we tell her about this?"

"There's no need to hide it."

Stepping out of the clothing store and back onto the street, he looked down. From the perspective of a ghost-walker, the water area at the dock was darker than before. Lin Shuyou found a wooden umbrella, opened it, and used its spinning motion to flick away the falling hail. Only when the hail gradually subsided did he close the umbrella. But though the hail stopped, it started to rain. Truly a Ghost City, fitting for such ghastly weather.

Back at the guesthouse, Li Chuiyuan first saw the Liang sisters. The sisters no longer had the deceptively pure and beautiful appearance they had when first seen. Now, they looked like yellowed, old, patchwork rag dolls, covered in stitches. Next, Li Chuiyuan saw Yin Meng and Runsheng.

Tan Wenbin asked, "Xiaoyuan, can this pole be removed?"

Li Chuiyuan: "No, Brother Runsheng is suppressing Yin Meng in this way."

Tan Wenbin: "Runsheng knows quite a lot."

Li Chuiyuan: "After this 'wave' ends, Brother Binbin, you should have a good talk with Brother Runsheng."

Tan Wenbin: "Specifically, about what?"

Li Chuiyuan: "I suspect some special changes have already occurred in Brother Runsheng, even unbeknownst to him."

Runsheng, who had been lying with closed eyes, his hands trembled, and his eyelids continuously twitched, showing signs of waking up. Li Chuiyuan walked forward, took Runsheng's hand, and said, "No need to rush. Just stay here and help Mengmeng. You don't need to fight for me this time; I have many people." After being comforted, Runsheng's trembling stopped. Tan Wenbin rubbed the corner of his eye. He had just seen clearly that Runsheng's consciousness hadn't revived at all, but merely sensing that Xiaoyuan needed someone to fight, he was able to instinctively begin self-awakening.

Li Chuiyuan checked Yin Meng's condition. He first lifted her eyelids, revealing a grey haze, followed by an onslaught of malevolent energy. A gu worm carefully crawled out from Yin Meng's clothes. Its two antennae continuously intertwined, as if making a plea for help to the young man on Yin Meng's behalf. Seeing that the young man ignored it, it simply flew up, intending to "meet the emperor" at close range. Li Chuiyuan glanced at it from the corner of his eye. The gu worm, having just taken off, spun once in the air before scurrying back.

Tan Wenbin voiced his confusion: "Xiaoyuan, why did Yin Meng suddenly become like this? I suspect it was the Bodhisattva's doing, but when exactly did the Bodhisattva act against her?"

Li Chuiyuan: "If you don't know when the Bodhisattva acted, you can push the timeline as far back as possible."

Tan Wenbin: "Before we met Yin Meng?"

Li Chuiyuan: "Not bold enough."

Tan Wenbin: "Could it be..."

Li Chuiyuan: "The Bodhisattva placed a curse on the Yin family bloodline a very long time ago."

Stepping out of the room, he reached the doorway corridor and saw Zhao Yi leaning against the wall, casually playing with two large walnuts in his hands. He was twirling the walnuts so fast they left afterimages.

Li Chuiyuan: "New hobby?"

Zhao Yi: "I just want to get them polished quickly."

Li Chuiyuan: "Keep it up."

Zhao Yi: "Li, what's your take on the current situation?"

Li Chuiyuan: "Do you have any opinions?"

Zhao Yi: "We've helped enough."

Li Chuiyuan: "We can stop now."

Zhao Yi: "What I mean is, if you want to stop him from rushing the Gate of Ghosts, that's fine. Don't mind my current bad state; that's just a side effect of using your secret art. Actually, my real condition is still good. I can help you block him at midnight tonight. But it's enough to just make a statement. If we truly can't block it, we should still open the Gate of Ghosts when the time comes. You have a way to open the Gate of Ghosts, don't you? That surely isn't hard for you. Besides, if this Gate of Ghosts doesn't open, we won't be able to complete this 'wave' either."

Li Chuiyuan: "Another discussion before a decision?"

Zhao Yi: "Yes."

Li Chuiyuan: "Tonight, everyone, including Yin Meng and Runsheng, must go to Ghost Street. Even if we have to be human sandbags, we must barricade the street to stop those things from coming ashore. Of course, you and your people don't have to go."

Zhao Yi's eyes fixed, and the 'life-and-death gate' crack on his chest rapidly spun. After a while, he spoke: "Li, are you sure there's..."

Li Chuiyuan: "I just think that if it's just for show, it'll end up being very meaningless."

Down the hallway ahead, Zheng Hua and others were descending, escorting Grandfather Zhai. Zheng Hua waved to them:

"Xiaoyuan, are you coming down for lunch now, or waiting for your teacher?"

Zhao Yi: "Of course, together!"

Li Chuiyuan gave Zhao Yi a slight push forward and said, "My brother will go. I'll wait for my teacher and the others."

Zhao Yi: "Then I'll go with my brother. Oh, my stubborn brother."

After Grandfather Zhai and the others left, Zhao Yi spoke: "Li, did you notice? We can see people now, but we can't sense Grandfather Zhai's aura anymore."

Li Chuiyuan: "Mm."

The young man walked downstairs, and Zhao Yi followed him. At the tea tables by the guesthouse entrance, Engineer Luo and Xue Liangliang were talking with several distinguished-looking individuals.

Luo Tingrui waved and said, "Xiaoyuan, let's go eat together later."

Li Chuiyuan: "Teacher, I have something I need to go out for."

Xue Liangliang: "Teacher, I asked Xiaoyuan to run an errand for me to pick up some documents."

Luo Tingrui: "Alright then, we'll get some food packed for you."

Li Chuiyuan: "Thank you, teacher."

The conference was scheduled to begin tomorrow, and there was a large flow of people at the guesthouse, so many taxis were parked directly at the entrance, waiting for fares. Li Chuiyuan got into a taxi, deliberately spoke in Mandarin to give the driver the destination, and urged:

"Master, we're in a hurry. Please speed up."

The taxi driver smiled, gradually cracked his knuckles, then stretched his palm. He placed his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand on the gear shift, and half-turned to look back. Zhao Yi got in, closed the door, and asked Li Chuiyuan: "Why did you just refuse to go eat with Grandfather Zhai and the others?"

Li Chuiyuan: "Because we have the right to have our own table."

Zhao Yi: "Li, aren't you tired? If I were you, I would have already..."

"Vroom!!!"

With a lunge forward, followed by a brake-drift turn, then rapid gear changes and acceleration, the taxi shot out like an arrow from a bow.

The destination was a remote village quite far from the county town, with a river bank ahead. After getting out, Zhao Yi said to Li Chuiyuan: "Li, did you cast a spell on that driver? He's driving like a madman."

"No."

"Heh, really no? Your secret art isn't just for controlling the fallen dead or corpses, right? It can actually control and influence living people too."

"Hm?"

"Tell me, those few times when you were in trouble, and I couldn't bring myself to kill you, was it because you secretly used this secret art to influence my judgment?"

"If thinking that makes you feel better, then think that."

Li Chuiyuan walked to the river bank. In reality, he had only been here once, but it felt as if he had been here more than once. That is, he had been here in a dream. But his memory was excellent; he couldn't have forgotten anything. The only possibility was... that he had been here in the dream ghost's dream about the Great Emperor.

Zhao Yi: "What are we doing here?"

Li Chuiyuan: "Ayou told you about Yin Meng's grandfather returning as one of the fallen dead, right?"

Zhao Yi: "Of course. As an unofficial captain, I have the right to know information. Ayou didn't do anything wrong."

Li Chuiyuan: "Back then, right here, I personally put Yin Meng's grandfather into the Yin family ancestral tomb. Why do you think he's back now?"

Zhao Yi: "I don't think it's simply because he missed home, especially since Yin Meng already sold that home."

Li Chuiyuan: "He came specifically to remind me that the Bodhisattva has many followers, but I'm not without help on my side either."

Zhao Yi's expression turned serious. He turned to face the river bank and said, "You've also checked Yin Meng's condition. You should have noticed that the Yin family members carry a curse left by the Bodhisattva."

Li Chuiyuan: "This curse is only effective on the living, not the dead."

The young man pulled out a talisman paper, chanted a spell, and then waved the talisman forward. It didn't burn but floated down onto the water. After soaking, it slowly sank. Wait, wait, wait... Nothing happened.

"Click!"

Zhao Yi lit a cigarette.

Li Chuiyuan: "You should be saying now, 'It failed,' or 'I was overthinking things.'"

Zhao Yi exhaled a smoke ring and said, "I don't do things that make me look foolish."

Li Chuiyuan: "Just say it. It might speed things up."

Zhao Yi: "Do you really want me to?"

Li Chuiyuan: "Yes."

Zhao Yi: "Hahahaha, I told you long ago, the Yin family members, ever since Yin Changsheng, have been useless. Each generation is worse than the last. How could they have the guts to stand up and confront the Bodhisattva now?"

No sooner had he spoken than: "Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle..."

Bubbles rose on the water's surface, at first just a few, then in one area, then spreading to a large expanse. The entire river bank seemed to be boiling. The first coffin surfaced, followed by the second, third, fourth... In no time, as far as the eye could see on the water, there were only coffins.

The entire Yin family ancestral tomb, relocated!