Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 453 - 81_6

Chapter 453: Chapter 81_6

Retracting the umbrella in a timely manner, Yin Meng struck down heavily once again.

Zhao Junfeng couldn’t escape, he couldn’t dodge; his attacks were neutralized time and time again, and he ended up taking damage without fail.

His condition had already been greatly weakened by Mao Chang’an, effectively feigning death to break free. In such a languishing state, facing an Array meticulously prepared ahead of time, he truly had no room to maneuver.

The rigid and precise coordination between Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng crushed any possibility of turnaround or miracle.

It just made the struggle somewhat boring.

Li Zhiyuan sighed; if Run Sheng were here, with his strength, the fight would have ended long ago. Yin Meng was too far behind in terms of sheer power; she was more suited to Tan Wenbin’s current role, while Tan Wenbin was more suited to his own.

Beneath the boy’s feet, there were still many other Array Formation Flags left; wherever the Array loosened or broke, he needed to mend it with the flags.

But with the situation going smoothly, the Array was stable enough to last until its effects naturally wore off, and he really had nothing to do.

This was also why he couldn’t accept Run Sheng’s mistake from the last time; a more rational team decision was available, yet in that moment, they were swayed by emotion.

Li Zhiyuan’s attention was mostly on the book the woman was holding in her mouth.

The Copper Coin left in Shigang would remain quiet if left untouched, but this book seemed to have some kind of agency; it might even actively tempt people’s hearts.

Forget it, to end this sooner, he’d have to add fuel to the fire himself.

Li Zhiyuan stood up and shouted, "Remember, don’t look at that book later; that book is mine!"

Upon hearing this shout, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng thought to themselves:

Do you really need to shout? If it’s not yours, whose could it be? Even if that book were placed in front of them, they wouldn’t dare to flip through it!

Just then, the woman opened her mouth and spit out the book, which fell to the ground.

Then, Zhao Junfeng just stood there, motionless, allowing himself to be killed.

Even so, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng kept to the old rhythm, alternating between attack and defense, until Yin Meng completely obliterated the face on Zhao Junfeng’s chest.

Finally, with a "thud," Zhao Junfeng fell backward onto the ground, pus oozing out as the dark aura crazily dissipated.

The problem was solved!

"Phew..." Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, her arms had gone numb, and her palms were rubbed raw.

Tan Wenbin propped the Luo Sheng Umbrella on the ground, massaging his waist.

In fact, in the last stretch of time, they knew they could be more reckless, as the Corpse had already given up resistance, but they couldn’t help themselves. Still reciting the incantations in their minds for fear of errors, they naturally could only continue with the rigid routine.

"Close your eyes."

Both obediently closed their eyes.

Li Zhiyuan also closed his eyes and stepped down. He could remember the bearings below, so he walked steadily, coming to a standstill in front of the book.

There was no wind, but he could hear the sound of the pages turning.

Li Zhiyuan loved reading, but this was his first time encountering a book that flirted with him actively.

Too bad these flirty looks could only be cast to the blind.

Li Zhiyuan pulled out a piece of canvas. The wooden flower rolls inside were still purple, each one hand-scraped by Alii from the ancestral tablets.

And then, Alii hand-carved patterns on them, set them inside the canvas, and sewed it together.

Its problem was that it wasn’t as convenient to use as the Demon Exorcism Whip, but without a doubt, the canvas had always been the most powerful tool against evil spirits in his hands.

Li Zhiyuan covered the book with the canvas.

"Sizzling..."

Instantly, it was as if water was poured into a boiling pot of oil, and he even smelled the scent of burning.

"Alas..."

Li Zhiyuan sighed. He didn’t know when he would see Alii again; if this thing got damaged, there’d be no way to repair it.

Quickly, the youth realized this way of thinking was flawed; Alii wasn’t his tool.

So, he quickly corrected himself in his mind:

Alii is not by my side; this is the thought she left with me. If it gets damaged, how should I reminisce when I see objects that remind me of her?

This way of thinking was obviously much better.

Li Zhiyuan enjoyed this feeling because only when it involved Alii would his thoughts become more active, not just solely weighing pros and cons and motives.

The "sizzling" noise gradually died down, and it was uncertain whether the canvas had been burnt through or if it finally suppressed that thing.

Li Zhiyuan bent over, carefully touching and lifting the edge area.

That was close, it didn’t burn through, but the canvas had become very thin, which meant most of the purple wooden flower rolls inside had turned black.

Luckily, the book was indeed suppressed.

Li Zhiyuan took out the purple Demon Exorcism Whip, first wrapped the book in the canvas, then tied it up with the whip, making a dead knot.

After all this, Li Zhiyuan finally opened his eyes and looked at the whip-wrapped bundle in his hands.

He mustn’t let Grandma Liu see this; she shouldn’t know that the lineage of the Qin and Liu families had been used by him as a book cover.

Even after taking these steps, the youth still felt it was not entirely safe; this thing was unlike the Copper Coin that functioned unconsciously—it had its own will. Just now, he had claimed it for himself and it had willingly "surrendered."

So, digging a hole and burying it wasn’t appropriate; if it somehow got out one day, given how he had just scorched it, it might find a way to seek revenge in a new host.

He’d better take it back to the dorm and watch it himself.