Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1591 289: Hundred Ghosts Storm the Gate (Part 6)

Through the gap of the newly opened door, Li Zhiyuan glanced inside, and just one look gave the boy a feeling of his soul being torn apart."Buzz!"

The dream ended, and the sky outside was bright.

This was not just a dream; it was more like a clue from Langhua, different from the past where he had to explore and distinguish by himself. This time, Langhua smashed directly onto his face without any concealment.

To complete this wave, the Ghost Gate must be opened.

This door wants to be opened not only by the Bodhisattva but also indicates the attitude of Jiang Shui.

Li Zhiyuan got out of bed to wash up, Tan Wenbin also woke up and called Lin Shuyou, and the three went to the restaurant for breakfast together.

After eating, they went outside to get some fresh air. The sky was overcast with dark clouds, blocking the sunlight, as if the morning was just a mistake, and now was reverting to deep night.

"Bang!"

A crash sounded from afar.

Someone ran to the front of the guesthouse, waving their hand: "There's an accident down there, quickly, come help lift the car!"

Xue Liangliang and Mr. Luo, who were having breakfast, put down their chopsticks and rushed out, followed by Li Zhiyuan and Lin Shuyou, while Tan Wenbin stayed in the guesthouse.

On the road below the guesthouse, a car collided with a truck, and the car's front was stuck in the truck's belly, with the driver inside bleeding heavily on the face but unable to get out.

Everyone worked together to pull the car out, initially, there weren't many people, so someone ran back to continue calling for help. But as soon as Lin Shuyou exerted force, there were several long scraping sounds, and the car was pulled out.

The driver wasn't seriously hurt, only had a broken face, which looked severe.

"Dammit, that bastard suddenly appeared on the road, scared me into turning the steering wheel quickly, should've known to directly hit that bastard dead!"

The driver was very angry; if it weren't for that person suddenly appearing, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Li Zhiyuan looked in the direction the driver was cursing; there was no one there now. Walking over, the boy lowered his head to find wet shoe prints left on the ground, cloth shoes.

He rubbed it with his boot sole, feeling it a bit sticky, and a slight corpse smell hit his nose, a familiar Deadman scent he hadn't smelled for quite a while.

Following the footprints, Li Zhiyuan began to descend, and after Lin Shuyou finished up, he immediately ran over to keep up.

The footprints weren't on the road, but sliding down the slope from here could indeed lead down the mountain. Continuing to chase for a distance, he found the footprints led to Ghost Street.

However, it wasn't coming from below or descending from above but inserted from the middle section.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, this Deadman sure can walk."

"Hmm."

Also because there was no sun this morning, if the sunlight had shone, the footprints and the corpse smell would have disappeared long ago.

Following the footprints, arriving at Ghost Street, the footprints were very clear, leading to a clothing shop entrance.

The shop door was closed, with someone inside, breathing rapidly and weakly.

Li Zhiyuan: "Break the door."

Lin Shuyou bumped a shoulder into it, shattering a piece of the door board while controlling the volume.

Walking in, he saw Zhang Chi holding a ruler, covered in blood, lying in his sister Zhang Xiuxiu's embrace.

He had fought, but he lost.

The Deadman didn't intend to kill him, or rather, actually had no clear malicious intent. The reason was simple; if it were truly like that, Zhang Chi and Zhang Xiuxiu would definitely be dead.

"Give him the pills, to remove corpse poison."

"Okay."

Lin Shuyou pulled out the pills and handed them to Zhang Xiuxiu.

Zhang Xiuxiu pointed to the inside room: "It, it, it's inside!"

Li Zhiyuan: "He's gone, already left."

The boy walked into the inner room, the clothes rack had collapsed, and clothes were scattered all over.

On the side against the wall, there was a person's shaped water stain, indicating the Deadman had just been lying here.

In memory, the first time he came to Fengdu, Yin Meng's grandfather's sleeping coffin was placed here.

The Deadman, probably instinctively followed past living habits home, perhaps specifically to relive the past.

Now it's confirmed, that Deadman is Yin Meng's grandfather.

Back then, he was clearly put into the Yin Family Ancestral Tomb by his own hands, but now he came out and returned home.

He used to be the owner here; returning home to take a look, Zhang Chi actually didn't need to obstruct, it was about taking action at unspecified times while missing the right times.

The footprints continue outside to the courtyard, where there's a coal stove, a place for drying clothes, and a well.

Li Zhiyuan walked to the well edge and looked down.

Yin Meng's grandfather seems to have gone into the well.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

At this time, crisp sounds came from below the well edge, and the well water began to surge.

Fish, lots of fish, surprisingly leaped up from the bottom of the well.

"Fish tide, quick come and see, fish tide!"

"So many fish, so many fish!"

Someone excitedly shouted on the street, and many people ran to the dock.

On the Jiang Shui surface right opposite the dock, countless fish were flipping on the water, ordinarily, only when harvesting fish ponds were such scenes visible, but harvesting fish can't compare to the spectacle before their eyes.

Li Zhiyuan and Lin Shuyou arrived on the street, even if they didn't head to the lower dock, they could still see the strange view of the distant Jiang Shui surface.

Right at this moment, the previously thick cloud cover above the Jiang Shui suddenly thinned, gradually dispersing, like a hole poked in the sky, allowing the sun, cloaked for long, to shine through and cast onto the river.

The fishes' scales reflecting light turned into a golden frenzy, making the spectacle even more astonishingly breathtaking.

Unlike the surrounding crowd's bustle, Li Zhiyuan remained calm; he knew this scene wasn't created by the weather and fish tide.

Deep within the water, the golden Buddha statue hidden by shackles was emerging, attracting more than just the masses of fish above.

The first procession arrived, carrying in palanquins a handsome man, eyes closed, all the sixteen bearers were graceful women.

As per tradition, this procession would land after nightfall when all silences coated the earth, and advance up Ghost Street towards Fengdu.

One by one, the shackles surfaced locking them all, then strands of golden light entered their bodies, the man in the palanquin opened his eyes, instead of appearing charming, he clasped his hands together solemnly.

Next came the second, third, fourth procession...

Lin Shuyou cleared the path, pressing through the crowd, Li Zhiyuan arrived at the dock's edge, reaching out to touch the Jiang Shui water, invisible to ordinary eyes but in the Walking Yin view, this surrounding water is black as ink.

Tonight,

Will crash the Ghost Gate.