Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1584 288-5

A person dressed in splendid clothes, every accessory in place, but with only bones left of his body, no flesh or blood.These two were clearly not people of ordinary status.

Back when he was dealing with the three sticks of incense here, Zhao Yi had already discovered that beneath this auspicious spot there were two very high-spec tombs.

At the time, he instinctively thought the third stick would pick one out of those two high-spec tombs, but that Li guy insisted on relying on luck and chose the small tomb in the middle.

Now, Zhao Yi finally realized that he had still underestimated those two tombs; their specifications were far higher than he had imagined.

Zhao Yi had been holding a Purple Talisman in his mouth the whole time; the entire Jiujiang Zhao clan had only three. When he split from the family before lighting the lamp, he wanted one, but the clan elders were reluctant to give it to him, so he stole it himself.

Yet this General was practically covered in them; how enormous a gesture was that?

And on that splendid skeleton, every piece of jade clearly showed the patterns within, the Array carved into them and fused within, for no other reason than to suppress him.

In worldly terms, these two were, in the truest sense, burying someone alive with money.

"Weng!"

"Weng!"

All the purple sealing papers on the General ignited and fell away, and all the jade on the splendid one shattered to powder; at the same time, the two of them broke all the restraints on their bodies.

In an instant, they were at the Tomb Master's side; one person lifted one of the Tomb Master's arms, and the three of them fell into a deadlock of clashing Power.

As for Zhao Yi, who thanks to this managed to escape the throat-lock and get some fresh air, he didn't even count as one of the sides here, merely an optional extra thrown into the bargain.

The Tomb Master's face showed joy. Whether in life or in death, he had never been able to control his own fate, but this time, through his own effort, he had protected Zhao Yi.

Gentleness flowed in the Tomb Master's gaze; he hoped Zhao Yi would hurry and leave—if he fled this place, he could live.

Zhao Yi rubbed his neck as he stood up, putting on an air of complete nonchalance, as if everything was firmly in his grasp.

All of a sudden, the three bodies locked in stalemate trembled slightly, a terrifying force rippled through, and the burial chamber shook along with it. Struck by the impact, Zhao Yi fell back down with a "plop."

"Ai..."

A sigh rose from the depths of Zhao Yi's heart.

This was what people meant by Immortals fighting; today, he was truly witnessing it.

It wasn't only a clash of strength, but a chain of interlocking layouts.

Obviously, although this round was driven by the Bodhisattva, the Great Emperor was far from unprepared.

He and that Li guy were nothing more than the line used to string together all the hooks in this tug-of-war.

That Li guy really didn't know what sending him here would accomplish, but Li was certain the other side would have corresponding methods left in place here.

Since they were already here, they had to do something.

No matter how powerful the existences involved, in the end a balance had been formed, and that gave Zhao Yi the chance to be that final straw.

This time, Zhao Yi got up very quickly.

"Accept me!"

Without hesitation, the Gate of Life and Death crack spun rapidly, and his finger pressed against the Tomb Master's brow.

After serving as that Li guy's external brain so many times, Zhao Yi found that he'd somehow become skillful at it too.

The Tomb Master was very obedient to his words and had no guard up against him, but this time, the way his consciousness entered felt far too smooth and slick.

Only after going in did he realize how big a risk he'd actually taken.

It was like the sea divided into layers: the very top was a layer of Jing Guang; if his consciousness lingered there for even a moment, it might be assimilated.

The next layer was three bands of rampaging, raging colors; if he failed to escape in time, his consciousness would inevitably be shredded.

Luckily, he made it—he made it to the deepest place, into the region shrouded in layer upon layer of mist. After he parted the fog, Zhao Yi saw "a house of pitch black."

"Hong long long!"

Thunder rumbled, lighting up the surroundings here.

Inside the house, the Tomb Master leaned against a pillar, sitting there in a daze.

Zhao Yi walked in.

Strictly speaking, this was Zhao Yi's first time actually meeting the Tomb Master; their prior "relationship" was entirely based on the memories that Li had poured into him...

At that thought, Zhao Yi suddenly woke up to the fact that the reason he had gotten in so quickly and safely was purely because Li had been here before and flattened this path.

He clearly remembered that night when Li directed the Tomb Master to perform self-Seal.

The Tomb Master sat there in great dejection; seeing Zhao Yi, he smiled.

"My name is Zhao Yi."

"I know."

"What's your name?"

"Su Luo."

"That name's unlucky—sounds like 'lose.'"

The Tomb Master tilted his head back, looking up at the darkness above him.

In life, whenever a Yin Cha was about to enter his body, his consciousness would be squeezed into this tiny corner at the deepest part; this darkness was something he had painted for himself.

He didn't want to be found; he wanted to wrap himself up tightly.

"You're here to persuade me to pull myself together again, aren't you? That one has tried to persuade me, but it didn't seem to work very well. The outcome was the same. For you to try and inspire me now is almost impossible.

You should go, leave here alive, instead of still trying to do something.

They are very powerful, very terrifying. All the Yin Cha and Yin Officials I encountered in life are simply incomparable to them.

This was never something I, or any of you, could be involved in."

"You've blocked off every avenue. How am I supposed to egg you on now?"

Zhao Yi sat down beside the Tomb Master.

The Tomb Master lowered his head and said slowly, "I just don't want you to make a pointless attempt and receive a disappointment that was inevitable."