Although Wei Zhengdao’s friend initially had bad intentions, he ended up doing good deeds. No matter how much people criticized him in their hearts, he indeed protected the peace of the locality for an entire year.
One year after another is estimated, who knows when he will completely expire.
In this world, pure and flawless existence is rare. Many of the "protective beasts" in myths and legends from various places, when explored in depth, are not necessarily good things initially; they focus on actions rather than intentions.
Today, Li Zhiyuan is conducting a minor ritual.
The prefix "minor" actually ans that it has nothing to do with the later ordination; essentially, it’s similar to villagers’ and commoners’ offering sacrifices to the Dragon King by throwing pig heads into water.
Whether you like it or not, I will put a "high hat" on you first. This way, even if you want to misbehave in the future, you would have so scruples.
Burning papers, chanting spells, reciting scriptures, Li Zhiyuan sincerely completed this set of ritual processes.
This set of processes has no substantial effect, purely formalistic, far less effective than directly lying down in the peach grove to perform an Underworld walkthrough.
But this is perford to show an attitude to the Corpse.
After the ritual, Li Zhiyuan at the front, holding a bowl of yellow wine in his left hand and incense in his right, swirling the bottom of the incense in the wine bowl three tis.
Behind him, Run Sheng, Tan Wenbin, and Yin ng were also holding the sa items and making the sa movents.
"Offering wine."
The three stepped forward together, extending the bowl beyond the embanknt, pouring the wine into the mud below.
Then, it was Li Zhiyuan’s turn alone; beneath the embanknt, three wet traces could be clearly seen, but when Li Zhiyuan poured his wine down, the liquid was instantly absorbed by the ground, leaving it dry, not even a hint of wine stain remained.
This was truly dry.
Li Zhiyuan could even imagine the ferocious laughter from the being underground; it indeed wanted to see him practicing the thods from Wei Zhengdao’s Black Book, ending up as miserably as itself.
Unfortunately, it was bound to be disappointed; he had already learned the Black Book and even used it several tis, but not a trace of Corpse parasitism was left behind.
Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan thought of a possibility.
It might be that while he and others were criticizing it, it was also criticizing them underground.
Because from its "perspective," because of its existence, no Corpses appear nearby, so even if he learned the Black Book, there were no Corpses to manipulate, unable to "get sick."
But it still stubbornly waited, wanting to see his miserable end, but the more it waited, as long as he didn’t leave his hotown, he wouldn’t et any Corpses.
This is a deadlock, miserable for both parties.
However, this angle could be leveraged.
Departing from the earlier ritualistic scriptures, he could say sothing else.
Li Zhiyuan slightly spread his toes outward, stood firm, and looked forward.
"Snap!"
He snapped his fingers at himself and walked into the Underworld!
In his vision, half reality, half hazy.
He used to think that each Underworld walkthrough required him to sleep first, but later he gradually figured out a state of half-dream, half-awake; in actuality, it’s possible to manage both.
Otherwise, those Taoists and monks resolving dirty things, needing to sleep to see dirty things, yes they could see them while asleep, but how would they resolve them?
Looking back at the route he ca from, Li Zhiyuan admired his thod, just like deciphering "Qi’s Spring and Autumn," relying on brute force from his smart brain.
The boy didn’t see "it," but under the original pond location in the peach grove, a thin layer of black could be seen.
"Before I t you, I often encountered Corpses. After eting you, I stopped encountering them.
Now, I’m leaving ho to study. I’ll surely encounter many Corpses outside and will use the thods you taught in the Black Book.
But I don’t believe I will turn into sothing as inhuman and ghostly as you. I have better talent, I’m smarter, and I’m even luckier than you.
I don’t believe it,
Let’s see in a few years.
Oh,
By the way,
If there’s nothing wrong at ho, I won’t co back."
After speaking, the originally black layer of soil slowly turned blood-red but quickly disappeared.
Li Zhiyuan snapped his fingers again, ending the Underworld walkthrough, and his vision returned to normal.
Standing behind him, Tan Wenbin also mimicked the action of snapping his fingers.
Of course, he was just simply imitating Brother Xiao Yuan’s gesture. If he now wants to start an Underworld walkthrough to enhance the success rate, he still needs to burn incense and chant scriptures.
After Li Zhiyuan finished speaking, the implied aning was, if you don’t want to continue coming back here to live safely, then continue to ensure that my old ho remains safe and peaceful. This way, I can indulge freely outside, and when I return ho as miserably as you hoped, you’ll get your wish.
However, speaking in detail, there’s only Grandmaster, grandparents, and that group of relatives left in his own family. If it’s further explored, looking at the family registry, actually, there’s only Grandmaster.
But Grandmaster has Luck, and it seems he doesn’t need the care from the one below.
Even if he and others left, Grandmaster only needs to hire another worker to continue living a comfortable life with wine and at.
Let’s say, stepping ten thousand steps back, if there’s a real trouble, Mr. Shan can co over and stand in for Grandmaster.
After all, Mr. Shan’s life is still in Grandmaster’s hands.
After leaving Big Beard’s house, the group didn’t go straight ho but first went to Aunt Zhang’s shop to call Xue Liangliang. Soon, the call was returned.
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