Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1573 286: Kneeling Before the Headless General

As soon as they reached the offering table at the store's entrance, the Headless General on horseback pulled out his sword, initially pointing it at the White Crane True Monarch. Upon seeing the True Monarch following behind the young man like a guardian, the general turned the sword towards the boy.This happened because the White Crane True Monarch didn't reveal his full aura, intentionally suppressing it. Otherwise, the general wouldn't dare remain so relaxed atop the horse.

The sword hummed slightly, and clusters of blue ghost fire extended from beneath the horse's hooves. The blocking ghost soldiers hurriedly stepped aside. This ghost fire spread over the ground and ultimately connected with the offering table at the shop's entrance, causing the candles on the table to flare up, turning blue.

The intention was clear: it demanded that the youth kowtow and submit to it personally.

Li Zhiyuan discerned from this act that it couldn't kill indiscriminately in Fengdu.

Just as people from Xuanmen, when doing things outside that break the rules, often invoke the name of the Heavenly Dao to justify themselves beforehand, Fengdu... has its own Heavenly Dao.

The Headless Ghost on horseback was making its declaration of exemption.

Though the White Crane True Monarch had killed two ghost soldiers, the other side still couldn't strike directly, remaining wary.

This showed that the opposing side was aware that having its ghost soldiers cause trouble in a ghost shop was against the rules.

The Underworld indeed had places for resolution and judgment; the suppression of these ghosts was significant.

Otherwise, without these rules in place, how could the living in this city have normal lives?

The headless rider's sword rose again, and the blue candle flames on the offering table flickered unsteadily, as if urging him to bow quickly.

It was waiting for Li Zhiyuan to refuse, for once he did, it would have a reason to personally attack or urge its subordinates to capture and kill them. It believed that from the speed at which Li Zhiyuan and companion had dispatched its two ghost soldiers earlier, they would never bow.

Soon, however, the headless body on horseback shuddered, for it saw the young man walking to the mat, adjusting his clothes.

Is he planning to kneel?

Xiuxiu moved aside to allow the front of the offering table to face the boy, comforting him, "It's alright, once you kneel, it'll be okay. A wise man knows when to take a loss."

She genuinely meant well.

Zhang Chi raised his head, watching the youth's silhouette. Seeing the boy intending to kneel made him feel a bit disappointed, yet also relieved — his expectations were dashed, but maybe those expectations weren't that high after all.

The White Crane True Monarch's vertical pupils blinked. He wanted to reach out and stop the boy's actions, but hesitated repeatedly, pulling his hand back each time.

Child: "Dissuade him! Tell him you'd prefer to die fighting so his dignity is preserved!"

Lin Shuyou: "It set the stage itself, arranged the table, lit the candles; can it truly bear Brother Xiao Yuan's genuflection?"

Child: "Of course, it can't bear it! It's just a worthless thing! I'm telling you to seize this opportunity and act!"

Lin Shuyou: "If I don't act, I'll look foolish."

Child: "Do you not want to progress at all?"

Lin Shuyou: "Child, I'm beginning to understand more why you didn't succeed in progressing back then."

Child: "..."

All of this setup was arranged by the Headless Ghost itself, akin to a ritual accepting worship.

Li Zhiyuan followed the procedure, his left hand reaching down, making a gesture mimicking brushing the nonexistent robe hem.

With just this motion, the blue candle flame flickered violently.

The body of the headless figure on horseback trembled continuously, as an extremely ominous premonition surfaced in its mind.

Li Zhiyuan swung his right arm back.

The warhorse beneath the headless rider whimpered and suddenly collapsed.

The headless figure seemed to comprehend something; this fellow's Life Chart must have a serious problem!

It raised its sword again, intending to extinguish the ghost fire on the ground and interrupt the ritual it had orchestrated.

But as the young man's gaze slightly focused, the blue flames became ungovernable, remaining inextinguishable.

Panicking, the headless ghost dismounted the collapsed horse, lifted the sword, and tried to forcibly halt what was unfolding.

Li Zhiyuan stepped back with his right foot.

"Thud!"

The headless figure knelt on the ground, body convulsing, wisps of black smoke frantically spewing from where its neck should be.

It struggled while begging, even discarding the long sword, attempting to kowtow alongside as if to negate the consequences.

In the past, at home, while accompanying his family's Grandmaster on bereavement duties, Li Zhiyuan would deliberately avoid direct worship, ensuring even the burning of incense and paper was done with a deliberate roundabout approach, never directly.

He knew his Life Chart was now unusual, with too much resting on his shoulders.

Families of the deceased would spend money inviting his Grandmaster to ensure the departed rest in peace; he had no right to lead them to soul destruction.

Qin, Liu Longwang's gate sole inheritor of the current era, coupled with his possession of Fengdu's legacy, meant that although not formally acknowledged by the Great Emperor's decree, the shadow of the Great Emperor had silently risen behind him.

This bow,

I hope you can bear it!

Seeing the franticly bewildered Headless General ahead, Li Zhiyuan bent his left knee, his body lowering.

He had only bent down a few inches.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The blue candle flames on the offering table and across the street collectively exploded; the Headless General's body burst with a "boom," transforming into ghost fire and disintegrating!

In an instant, the entire street fell into silence.

Xiuxiu looked at the boy's silhouette, her mouth agape like someone witnessing a ghost for the first time, her breath rapid.

Zhang Chi's eyes practically bulged out, tears streaming down his cheeks, aching to shout aloud.

With the Headless General's vanishing, those ghost soldiers under its command — actually Chang Ghosts — each emitted wails, their forms twisting until dissipating into nothingness.