Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1587 289:

It was unclear whether the "allies" were ready, but Zhao Yi had done what he needed to do, sending two eyeballs, one to the General and the other to the noble figure.On both sides, they swallowed the eyes, and golden flames erupted from their bodies, using their dark-side powers to burn.

Zhao Yi moved continuously, first using both hands to forcibly tear open the flesh of his chest, like unzipping a jacket.

Then, the red liver, white lungs were grabbed, torn, and finally pulled out of his body one by one.

Like the eyeball, they immediately wanted to return after being detached.

Zhao Yi gave the liver to the General and the lungs to the noble figure, who began to chew and swallow them as usual. The flames on their bodies overflowed with different colors, filling the entire cemetery and underground, causing many plants on the ground above to wither quickly.

The last part was Zhao Yi's most familiar organ, the black heart.

He didn't dig it out immediately, as this would cause the puppet to lose its remaining power.

Above, Zhao Yi's heart was where the Gate of Life and Death's slit spun madly.

Below, Zhao Yi's black heart twisted constantly. Zhao Yi used this ruined puppet body as the last vessel for smelting.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The General and the noble figure's bodies were mostly dissolved, letting out roars.

To blend in and avoid disrupting the atmosphere, Zhao Yi also opened his mouth to roar.

Next, Zhao Yi spread his arms, voluntarily embracing the General and the noble figure, burning together.

"Rumble..."

The small hill began to collapse, and the river previously flowing through here was now exposed, turning what should have been green summer into a barren expanse, with even the soil losing its vitality.

"Phew..."

Returning to his own body, Zhao Yi climbed out of the pit, shook off the dirt, and spread his limbs, lying on the ground.

As he gasped, his body twitched occasionally, not only with blood from his eyes, but the intense tearing sensation in his heart, liver, and lungs was vividly clear.

Zhao Yi hadn't expected the action of controlling the puppet to self-mutilate would transfer to his own body.

And this was merely the lowest level of side effects of this secret technique.

In Zhao Yi's consciousness, chaos appeared. At times, he felt he was Zhao Yi, at others, felt he was Su Luo.

One moment feeling triumphant for accomplishing such a great task, the next feeling life was utterly meaningless.

But soon, perhaps due to an old inertia, the part belonging to Su Luo faded away.

Zhao Yi thus recovered and came to his senses.

Su Luo's disappearance was because he, as before, sealed himself in the deepest recesses of Zhao Yi's consciousness, the environment he was most familiar with and prone to adapt to, minimizing disturbance to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi sat up, tapping his forehead with his hand.

Only by borrowing from the arrangements left by the Li family halfway through did he experience the secret technique, but the negative effects were unexpectedly strong. Su Luo was a peaceful person not competing or fighting; had it been someone fierce or twisted, at this moment, there might be a battle raging within his mind.

"Huh... huh..."

Now, Zhao Yi felt incredibly grateful, grateful he hadn't practiced the Black Skin Book the Peach Forest master had given him.

If he had, no other outcome was possible; he would be entranced by the controlling power brought by this terrifying secret technique, leading him ultimately to the same destiny—planting trees.

"Li, you fuck, you're really a monster!"

...

Li Zhiyuan emerged from the water, climbing aboard the boat.

Tan Wenbin had delighted the boat owner in conversation. At his suggestion that tonight's moonlight was perfect for staying to admire the moon and chat, the boat owner agreed.

"Brother Xiao Yuan?"

Upon hearing the commotion, Tan Wenbin quickly ran to the stern.

The youth sat there, drenched, yet his breathing was calm and steady.

Tan Wenbin might not have felt deeply before, but now he could clearly sense this.

Like a top student, tirelessly studying and answering questions, yet never participating in exams, never had their scores on the list.

Brother Xiao Yuan hadn't practiced martial arts yet always laid a foundation for himself. Who knows how solid that foundation would be once Brother Xiao Yuan grew up and fully developed for formal martial arts training.

"I'm fine, let's go back."

"Alright."

Tan Wenbin ran to have the boat owner dock.

During the boat journey, Li Zhiyuan looked down at the surface of the water.

A massive Bodhisattva Dharma Aspect floated upwards below, enlarging continually, making the boat seem small in the face of the "face."

In the next moment, the Bodhisattva's eyes opened, like an exalted deity overlooking tiny ants.

This was Li Zhiyuan's second time facing the Bodhisattva's gaze.

The first time, nervous and uneasy, he relied on his backing identity for support, trying to instill fear in the other, finding courage to meet the gaze.

This time, Li Zhiyuan didn't need it.

The youth calmly returned the gaze.

Not that the deity was no longer terrifying, or that his self-assurance was stronger. Given the great disparity in might, the subtle change had little effect.

The real reason was now, he was truly on the opposite side.

The enormous Bodhisattva face sank slowly, soon vanishing.

Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes, reopened them, and let out a gentle breath.

It seems Run Sheng and Zhao Yi succeeded.