Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 451 - 81_4

Chapter 451: Chapter 81_4

"Zhao Junfeng, let’s join forces first to deal with the three outsiders, then we can fight to the death. This way, no one else can benefit from our situation!"

Tan Wenbin: "The old man isn’t holding back anymore."

Yin Meng pouted: "Really shameless."

Tan Wenbin: "But it seems Zhao Junfeng and Qiu Minmin are only focused on him, determined to kill him. Is their hatred that deep?"

Corpse is not the same as when they were alive; under the circumstances where Zhao Junfeng can control himself and Qiu Minmin, he killed Ran Qiuping and Sun Hongxia, proving that he has already broken free from his original identity and bonds.

Under such circumstances, if he truly has wisdom, he should consider the old man’s proposal.

Li Zhiyuan: "The book is on the old man."

Mao Chang’an was really left with no other choice; his body bore numerous wounds, bloodied all over, and if he didn’t take serious action, he would surely lose his life here.

He inserted the nails of his thumbs into his palms, piercing them open, and then pulled out two red threads from within.

The red threads tensed up, he exerted force from his waist, and snapped them forward.

Just as Zhao Junfeng pounced towards him, he spat out a red mist again. However, when the red mist touched the snapped red threads, it made a "sizzling" sound, not only dispersing itself but also completely failing to stop the red threads.

The red threads snapped onto Zhao Junfeng’s body, leaving a red mark on his chest like an ink pot and then quickly dissolving.

"Bang!"

Zhao Junfeng was flung away, his body twisting grotesquely, and the flesh that was touched by the red threads began to fall off.

Qiu Minmin appeared behind Mao Chang’an and stabbed out with both arms.

Mao Chang’an shrank his body, choosing not to dodge but instead leaned back, slamming his shoulder harshly against Qiu Minmin’s body.

As Qiu Minmin staggered backward, the rotting mud quickly stuck to Mao Chang’an, crazily rushing into his body from his wounds.

"Ah!!!"

Mao Chang’an cried out in agony, but his arms still wrapped around, winding the red threads around Qiu Minmin’s neck and then pulled tight!

"Puh..."

Qiu Minmin’s head was severed.

The headless body stumbled back a few steps, arms spread out, pus gushed from the severed neck, black air escaped, and resentment started to dissipate.

"Damn, this old guy is strong," Tan Wenbin unconsciously swallowed, "Without Brother Xiao Yuan’s plan, Yin Meng and I really wouldn’t stand a chance against him. How did those red threads get pulled out from his body?"

Yin Meng: "He nurtured them in his body to use as tendons."

"That’s ruthless. Meng Meng, do you know this technique?"

"Not really, I heard my grandfather mention it in stories when I was younger."

"This whole thing doesn’t seem to follow the Righteous path."

Li Zhiyuan recalled, upon hearing this, how Uncle Qin before going down the river, had blood-red gills appear on him; indeed, the Righteous path is inherently bloody.

After dealing with Qiu Minmin, Mao Chang’an continued to use the red threads to force Zhao Junfeng back, but each time he tried to seize the moment to escape, Zhao Junfeng would stick to him again, like a skin-burrowing maggot.

This simultaneously provided Mao Chang’an with an opportunity, he again feigned leaving the hall, waiting for Zhao Junfeng to pounce again, he kicked back, leaping directly and sat on Zhao Junfeng.

His arms pressed down, pulling the red threads towards Zhao Junfeng’s neck.

Zhao Junfeng raised his arms, puncturing Mao Chang’an’s thigh while opening his mouth to spew out a mad rush of red mist.

"Die, die, die!"

Mao Chang’an, disregarding everything, went all out.

"Puh..."

Zhao Junfeng’s head was also severed, rolling several times on the ground.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Mao Chang’an, covered in blood, limped towards the door, facing the three outsiders standing there, he smiled.

Among the bloody backdrop, his teeth were very white.

The red thread in his hand had already broken, from his face to his arms down to his legs, the flesh had visibly slackened, looking like he had aged twenty years all at once.

But he still didn’t give up, knowing he no longer had the strength to fight, he spoke:

"You set the terms, just let me have a way to live."

Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "You have to die."

"Why? I have no grudge against you."

Li Zhiyuan seriously replied: "If I don’t kill you, us three coming here tonight would mean we did nothing, which would make us look foolish."

Mao Chang’an: "..."

Tan Wenbin chimed in: "Right, right, right, going out late at night, the drama really is exciting to watch, but you have to do something to feel involved."

Mao Chang’an: "Every move I made was within the rules, aren’t you afraid of divine retribution for killing me?"

Tan Wenbin gestured towards the three of them: "No worries, we three can share it out, averaged out there should not be much left."

Li Zhiyuan: "Without my warning earlier, you would already be dead from Zhao Junfeng’s ambush, so your life was already mine."

Yin Meng looked at Tan Wenbin: "The gap in intelligence."

Mao Chang’an "plopped" down, sitting on the ground, he pulled out a talisman paper, caressing it with his fingertips, igniting the paper.

He was already barely able to walk, and continued blood loss from not stopping the bleeding could cause him to die, so he was very clear that he had no chance of escape.

Selfish people, not only dread death but also fear others benefiting from them.

The talisman paper he had just ignited served as the "key" to his house.

The instant the talisman paper burned, the wind inside the temple changed.

The original balance of Yin and Yang began to clash and collide, dense Yin energy poured out from below the bronze door of the General statue, green ghostly fires rose into the air, and trails of fire appeared on the ground.

"My things, none of you can take them away, none of you..."

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