Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 489 - 90_2

Chapter 489: Chapter 90_2

After all, there was also one in his old home, and what kind of blood was sprinkled during the ritual depended on what meat was consumed in the past two days.

The Taoists then ignited some unknown leather, followed by throwing hairy black objects into it.

Run Sheng: "Donkey skin."

Tan Wenbin: "Was that just now a black donkey’s hoof?"

Immediately, the Taoists and monks began to throw Magic Artifact and talisman paper from the offering table into the pond one by one, shouting loudly each time:

"To pacify!"

"To eliminate!"

In the end, even the offering plates on the table were all thrown in at once.

Tan Wenbin: "I knew it, as long as the boss is willing to pay, their profit for this job must be substantial. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have thrown away even the kitchen utensils."

Yin Meng: "When the Corpse really comes out, doesn’t this equate to having turned in the guns in advance?"

Run Sheng: "These things are of no use in our hands, getting rid of them now so later we can run faster."

Li Zhiyuan looked up at the sky, just as a cloud covered the moon, and within his field of vision, a faint grey aura appeared that ordinary people could not see.

Run Sheng sensed something too, he took a deep sniff and then complained, "Too many miscellaneous things have been burned; the smell is so chaotic."

Li Zhiyuan: "Get ready, it’s about to come out."

The three of them immediately concentrated and went on alert.

Even though they had scoped things out beforehand and knew that the strength of this Corpse Demon wasn’t exceptionally outrageous, they operated on the principle of the lion using all its might to catch a rabbit, no one dared to be careless.

Li Zhiyuan: "Take the pills."

Yin Meng took out three red pills from the backpack and handed them over to the other two. Except for Li Zhiyuan, everyone placed the red pill in their mouth.

The red pill wasn’t some kind of miraculous panacea; it tasted like a blend of bitter gall and mustard.

Its purpose was to bite through it instinctively when you feel your consciousness blurring and then forcibly awaken your senses through the physiological reaction.

The "Righteous Demon Extermination Records" mentioned this thing, but only introduced the method without specifying the raw materials—probably Wei Zhengdao also understood that people from different places have different tastes.

For example, Li Zhiyuan originally wanted to add Herba Houttuyniae but didn’t because Yin Meng could eat dressed Smilax as a snack.

"Grab the powder."

Tan Wenbin took out three powder bags from his pocket and passed them to the other two. These were to be held in hand, to be broken and the powder scattered when encountering illusion, or if a companion gets confused, it could be directly flung at their face.

Previously, Li Zhiyuan had a special fan, with the notches used for carrying various types of powders, but now he didn’t really need those things anymore.

As his soft power increased, some auxiliary items gradually lost their role, and as long as Li Zhiyuan was here, Run Sheng and the others could carry fewer things and just focus on whittling down the Corpse.

Li Zhiyuan’s gaze turned towards the three thieves still on the other side watching the spectacle, then he glanced again at the six masters under the light on this side, speaking with a very calm tone:

"Wait for the fish to bite first."

The three of them nodded collectively.

They’d let the Corpse attack the others above first, and then they would take the opportunity to draw the net.

Although it was somewhat cruel, it was the safest approach.

Lacking the skills but insisting on eating from this trade, capsizing was normal; acting as thieves and still sticking around to watch the excitement after stealing, it served them right if something happened.

The only relatively innocent one was that guy with the big pompadour, but it didn’t matter... he didn’t take his money anyway.

When Tan Wenbin brought up this topic earlier, Li Zhiyuan deliberately did not respond. Accepting money to ward off disasters for others, once you take the money, you inevitably find yourself bound by it.

Unlike now, all but myself, are baits.

"Ah, fire, fire, fire!"

A monk suddenly started to strip off his Kasaya, behaving like he’d gone mad, then ran towards the pond and jumped straight in.

This scene stunned the other five masters.

Three Taoists immediately looked at the remaining two monks with questioning gazes, probably wondering if this was an impromptu addition to their own performance, hoping for an extra red envelope?

The two monks looked at each other, as they had no such act planned.

"Ah, snake, snake, snake!"

A Taoist grabbed his own throat, fell to the ground, and kicked wildly.

For a while, two monks began to look for something to drag their fellow monk who had fallen into the pond, while two Taoists attempted to pry open another Taoist’s hands.

The guy with the big pompadour was already trembling, his steps retreating, he wanted to escape.

In fact, the monks and Taoists were also panicking, but at this moment, their urgency to save their companions temporarily suppressed the rapidly rising fear inside them.

Finally, the monk was pulled up by his companions before drowning; and the Taoist had his hands pried apart by two fellow Taoists before choking himself to death.

All six masters were in a sorry state, and they all knew that this was not part of the script, but if they ran off in disgrace now, it would be difficult to settle the final payment.

Just then, the big pompadour suddenly shouted and, as if tripped, picked up an iron pipe from the ground and began swinging it straight at the monks and Taoists.

The scene instantly turned into chaos.

But all these were just minor disturbances, the Water Corpse had still not emerged.

"Thump!"

On the opposite side, someone fell into the water.

The thieves seemed to have more loyalty, or perhaps they were unaware of the specific situation here. Seeing a comrade fall, the other two immediately jumped down to pull him up.

At last, Li Zhiyuan noticed the grey fog in front of him turn black.

Run Sheng also smelt the authentic concentrated stench of the Water Corpse.

And as a head surfaced from the water, everything, like the images in a video hall, hit fast-forward, and the pot of water finally boiled over.