Then, it suddenly went "Oh!".
Li: "I have a bold guess; do you want to hear it?"
Zhang Ze: "No."
Li ignored Zhang Ze and continued to speak, "Do you think it's possible that this person is actually you, and the one in the coffin is soone else?"
Li tousled Zhang Ze's hair.
"Actually, you were the one who was crushed to death, and the current you is soone else. You were crushed to death by the coffin, I... how should I say this?"
Li was speaking and ended up confusing himself, starting to count on his fingers, trying to sort out the tangled relationship.
"I told you to read less of those rubbish books I wrote, but you didn't listen. Those are all made-up stories; nothing is this mysterious. But, Li, you did remind of sothing."
Zhang Ze took Li off his head, then bent down to pick up the skeleton's hand, looking at it for a while, and aligned it with the handprint on the coffin lid.
They fit perfectly.
"Ah, this..."
Though he thought of this possibility, Zhang Ze was still sowhat surprised to find that it was indeed the case.
"Is this person so formidable? They even managed to leave a handprint on the coffin?" Li said curiously, while lightly biting the lid of the coffin.
"The coffin is so strong, even now it's still hard to break." Li mumbled.
"Oi! Don't chew on my coffin! Doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable?"
Zhang Ze stepped forward, picked up Li, and scolded.
"It's fine, there's nothing uncomfortable about your stuff. But the taste of this coffin lid is indeed not good, it's hard to chew." Li looked at the small tooth marks left on the edge of the coffin, spitting twice.
Zhang Ze: "..."
Junior Sister ignored the antics of the man and his pet and lifted the coffin with her energy, placing it aside.
This revealed the skeleton from the neck down.
It was wearing clothes that resembled the Taoist robe of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
This was a new style from recent decades...
"Done for, you've caused trouble, crushing one of your own to death." Li climbed onto Zhang Ze's shoulder again, pulling his hair.
"Stop ssing around." Zhang Ze pulled Li down again.
Junior Sister squatted down, turned over the collar of the Taoist robe, saw there was no na embroidered on it like Brother Feng's.
She then drew a circle with her hand, igniting a bit of spiritual fire, sweeping over the skeleton, but found not a single remnant of the Divine Soul.
For a mont, she was unsure of the identity.
"Do you think it could be like this?" Chen Qin pondered for a while, then stood up and asked Zhang Ze.
"This Taoist accidentally entered this place, just as your coffin suddenly appeared here, and was unfortunately crushed to death by it.
"Before his death, he struck the bottom edge of the coffin lid with his palm, activating so kind of restriction within the coffin, which allowed you to awaken several years later."
"Then this Taoist was really unlucky, dying at his doorstep, and after all these years, no one knows." Li spoke while blowing a fla and igniting a paper money.
Unknowingly, it had set up a small offering table, paying homage to this unfortunate Taoist.
"Should we have Tang go back and investigate?" Junior Sister asked.
"We should investigate, but it's sowhat troubleso with just a skeleton.
"There are quite a few Taoists in Dragon Tiger Mountain who haven't returned, many of whom weren't in any trouble, just like Tang who doesn't like going ho."
"How about letting Maomao find out?" Junior Sister asked.
"If Maomao cos, I'm afraid he might not resist chewing on the bones, and if he damages them, it would be disrespectful to the deceased... Hmm, I'll restore his appearance first, then we can check directly against the roster."
Saying this, Zhang Ze patted the Hundred Treasures Bag and took out a scroll.
Chen Qin: "Senior Brother, you know how to do this?"
Zhang Ze: "I don't, but this one does."
He opened the scroll in his hand, which was beautifully inscribed with two lines of large characters.
[Immortal Cultivation impoverishes three generations, painting ruins a lifeti]
Surrounding it was an ink painting of lush greens and waters, small bridges and hos.
As Zhang Ze cast his spell, the ink began to fade, and a vague soul body ford from the ink, and when those two grumbling sentences and the ink painting disappeared, the soul body stood before Zhang Ze.
"What is this?" Junior Sister waved her hand in front of the soul body, but the soul body remained unresponsive.
"Rember the Wooden Fish Taoists? This is their new service..."
When Zhang Ze and Chen Qin snuck off to the Celestial Sect, they not only gained a Little Earth Immortal, half a Star Disc, and an Innate Tao Pill,
they also brought back over three hundred soul cultivators from the Wooden Fish Sect.
Separated from good and evil, these soul cultivators beca paragons of morality.
After settling down in the Thousand chanism Pavilion, besides adding the Soul Swordsn and Soul Thousand chanism Warrior to the Sword Sect and Thousand chanism Pavilion respectively, they also developed many personal services.
For example, controlling their Soul Box, wandering around Thousand chanism Town, serving as security in the day and night watchn.
They even proposed installing more Soul Boxes at high spots in Thousand chanism Town, building a soul-based network to combat piracy and speculation.
Another line of service they offered was renting or selling themselves.
These soul cultivators, through so unknown ans, could cut a part of their soul body and seal it within a scroll or Jade Scroll,
cutting it off completely from the main body while retaining so abilities for others to use.
The one before Zhang Ze specialized in painting.
Observing bones and sketching souls, effortlessly.
"Please help restore the appearance of this Taoist."
Upon hearing Zhang Ze's command, the soul body showed a glimr of life in its eyes, reached out to take the scroll from Zhang Ze, and started using his fingers as brushes to recreate the appearance of the young Taoist before death.
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