Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 262 - 46_5

Chapter 262: Chapter 46_5

He truly wanted to bring guests into his home, to entertain them with "fine wine and good food".

Because by doing so, he could showcase the sense of family reunion that he desperately wanted to exhibit.

Facing such a Corpse, not harmful and easy to communicate with, who is even willing to take you home to explain the situation, most people would feel sympathy and understanding, hence lowering their guard.

But at a critical moment in his narration, a remaining trap would be triggered, the filth in Zhou Yong’s eyes faded, and his perception twisted, revealing the most primal and innate nature of the Corpse.

This trap was ingenious, not only in its execution but also in manipulating human emotions.

If Li Zhiyuan had been successfully drawn into the dream to have a heartfelt chat then, there would now be three people sitting idly, waiting to be drained one by one.

Of course, the most important thing was that Zhou Yong was far inferior to that Grandmaster Corpse. His main strength needed to be focused on maintaining that dream, so Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin wouldn’t wake up. The little strength remaining could then be used to animate his physical form to start killing.

That’s why his movements were so slow, and it was precisely because of this slowness that Li Zhiyuan had time to react.

Li Zhiyuan moved, not rushing to save Tan Wenbin, who was in critical danger, but instead grabbed the bowl in front of him and smashed it towards Run Sheng’s face!

"Smack!"

The bowl shattered, blood gushed from Run Sheng’s forehead, but it also made him open his eyes.

He immediately understood the situation, picked up the Yellow River Shovel he had deliberately placed by his feet during the meal, and swung it directly at Zhou Yong’s head!

"Bang!"

Zhou Yong was knocked to the ground.

The dream he was maintaining also collapsed.

Tan Wenbin "thudded" face down and hit the table.

After checking on him, Li Zhiyuan sighed with relief, he wasn’t dead, there was still breath in him.

Grandmaster had agreed to bring Tan Wenbin along also thinking the more people there were, the more help they would have. It was fortunate he brought Tan Wenbin along this time too, because it gave Zhou Yong an additional target.

Binbin had entered into this fray sacrificing himself to buy time for everyone.

If the first one drained had been himself or Run Sheng, the situation would have indeed been difficult to control.

The struggle between Run Sheng and Zhou Yong continued.

Normally, Corpses are very strong, but Zhou Yong relied on absorbing Evil Qi from the Fengshui Formation by the river daily, returning home to maintain an illusion of family unity, and today he also created a dream to entangle the two men. Although he had drawn some energy from Tan Wenbin to replenish himself, he was still at a deficit.

Run Sheng, regardless of the earlier meal, had eaten!

At this moment, Run Sheng pinned Zhou Yong underneath him, no matter how Zhou Yong struggled, he could not get up.

However, the Yellow River Shovel was held firmly by Zhou Yong’s hands, unable to be used for further attacks. Run Sheng, left with no choice, also grabbed the shovel with his left hand to persist in the deadlock, and with the right hand drawn back, he threw punch after punch unceasingly at Zhou Yong’s chest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each punch landed solidly, and with every punch, a black vapor would emit from Zhou Yong.

Li Zhiyuan walked to the sack side, took out a black canvas, reached into his pocket and unwrapped the seal paste box, rapidly pressed his five fingers onto it, then removed them, and drew five long red marks on the canvas.

Their last experiment had proven that the black canvas was currently the most lethal item against the Corpses.

The one he now held, being newly repaired, was definitely more powerful, as the wooden flower rolls embedded in it were carved from Alii’s own family’s plaques.

However, just as Li Zhiyuan was about to step forward with the black canvas to suppress Zhou Yong, Zhou Yong suddenly opened his mouth, emitting a piercing shriek.

Two shadows, one large and one small, quickly darted out, a girl and a woman. They both pounced on Run Sheng, the woman clawing at Run Sheng’s back with her nails, slicing open gashes, as the girl bit into Run Sheng’s neck, hanging onto him.

"Hiss!"

Under such attack, Run Sheng suddenly lost strength, not only falling off from Zhou Yong, but also pinned down by the mother and daughter on each side.

After Zhou Yong stood up, he quickly pressed back onto Run Sheng, his eyes swirling with a blood-red showing his ferocity at this moment.

Li Zhiyuan was about to make a move, holding the black canvas, when Zhou Yong and the mother and daughter simultaneously raised their heads and stared at him.

This left Li Zhiyuan unable to proceed with his next move, as the black canvas was powerful but had very limited conditions for use, usually to finish off a Corpse after gaining control.

If he just threw it in front of them, firstly, they would dodge, and even if it covered them initially, in their agony, they would throw off or even tear apart the black canvas.

The three of them seemed to be suppressing Run Sheng together, but if he dared to approach or make another move, one of them would swiftly charge at him.

"Xiao Yuan, get out of here, don’t worry about Binbin!"

Run Sheng, ferocious as he was, couldn’t manage one against three; he had already decided to desperately hold these three back to create an escape opportunity for Xiao Yuan.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t leave. Instead, he half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes began to tremble rapidly, and his body also shook.

"Listen to me, I can help you relieve your pain."

"Listen to me, I can help you end your torment."

"Listen to me, I can help you escape from his restraint!"

Li Zhiyuan’s eyes suddenly opened wide, and he raised his hand, pointing towards Zhou Yong.

Almost at the same time, the girl and the woman released Run Sheng and pounced on Zhou Yong, toppling him to the ground.

And Run Sheng, who had just been fighting one against three, suddenly enjoyed the thrill of three against one.

He didn’t delay, sprung up, picked up the Yellow River Shovel, clamped it around Zhou Yong’s neck, and completely subdued him.

While doing all this, Run Sheng’s eyes were filled with shock.

No wonder his grandfather always told him to listen to Xiao Yuan’s words, and he had even repeated it specially during the day, Xiao Yuan was truly powerful; now even Corpses listened to him!

Li Zhiyuan, holding the black canvas, walked over, still in a state of control, walking somewhat unsteadily as if he were drunk.

This was very much like Zhou Yong earlier, who, while maintaining the dream state, moved very slowly in reality.

Finally, Li Zhiyuan walked up to Zhou Yong, squatted down, and placed the black canvas over Zhou Yong’s face.

"Ah ah ah ah!!!"

Screams came, but there was no need to worry about disturbing anyone; firstly, Zhou Yong’s home was relatively secluded in the village, and secondly, the outside illusion was still in place.

The force of the black canvas was indeed several times stronger than last time, the fog bursting out like a broken dam.

This forced Li Zhiyuan to remove the black canvas.

At this moment, Zhou Yong’s breath was frail, and his struggling forces became much weaker.

Moreover, the blood color in his eyes faded, replaced once again by white mucus, meaning that the trap effect had been broken, and he had reverted to his original self.

Run Sheng was puzzled as to why Xiao Yuan didn’t continue covering him with the black canvas to completely kill him.

Previously, it was said that as long as there was good communication and the mastermind behind the scenes was revealed, everyone would go their separate ways afterwards, in peace.

But clearly, the one who had broken the rules was this guy, so there was no need for hesitation on his part, a direct slaughter would do.

Soon, Run Sheng seemed to understand, his eyes revealing excitement:

"Xiao Yuan, thank you, I’ll eat him well!"

Just as Run Sheng opened his mouth ready to bite, he heard a cold voice:

"Brother Runsheng, don’t eat him, since someone has plotted against us first..."

Run Sheng looked up, he saw Xiao Yuan in front of him smiling, but this smile lacked the usual warmth and kindness, instead, it reminded him of the boy who had crouched by the creek after a phone call that night.

Li Zhiyuan looked down at Zhou Yong below, reached out, and gently patted Zhou Yong’s pitted, utterly revolting face:

"Then I, shall grant him a huge one."