CHAPTER 603: CHAPTER 111_4

Li Zhiyuan had a lack of perspective that led to a lack of information. If he could fully grasp this, he would have to reassess and analyze the uniqueness of the Xue family, especially since they could still enjoy hot meals.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Tan Wenbin’s skin broke out in large patches of burn marks.

The protective Array of the Zeng family’s old mansion gradually resumed its operation, and its effect on suppressing evil spirits gradually became evident.

Tan Wenbin tore off the two Sealing Talismans on himself. Previously, he had tied them to prevent him from leaving; now, Tan Wenbin just wanted them to get lost quickly.

But the ghost husband didn’t leave. Instead, he clung tightly to Tan Wenbin.

He wasn’t a Yin God, not the chief official. As an evil spirit from the countryside, he had already been forcibly extended twice by Tan Wenbin and was now exhausted.

*Even if the mansion’s Array activated again, causing great damage to him, without the Array, the ghost husband wouldn’t have had the ability to harm Tan Wenbin further.*

The only thing he could do was perish together with Tan Wenbin.

*However, he still underestimated Tan Wenbin’s wealth of skills.*

Having been with Yuanzi, Tan Wenbin had seen quite a bit of the world.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out an Evil-breaking Talisman, and stuck it onto himself.

The moment it was applied, Tan Wenbin’s body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Behind him, a shadow separated realistically and promptly burst into flames.

The ghost husband, now incredibly weak, was powerless against the talisman’s power.

"Ah..."

Without the ghost husband’s entanglement, Tan Wenbin still felt uncomfortable, but at least he was no longer specifically targeted by the Array.

At this moment, he saw Grandma Zeng, her skin scorched away, propping herself up with a cane and heading for the kitchen.

*Tan Wenbin didn’t know what she intended to do, but he knew he had to stop her.*

Re-gripping the Yellow River Shovel and propping himself up, Tan Wenbin pursued Grandma Zeng.

From the second floor came a hurried voice,

"Corpse Recovery Diver, which pier are you stationed at?"

Tan Wenbin ignored him and continued onward.

"Corpse Recovery Diver, leave now, and I’ll offer handsome rewards and secret manuals. Won’t you want them?"

Tan Wenbin was covered in wounds, but hearing this, he felt like laughing.

*Did he lack secret manuals?*

*The books Yuanzi had looked at were available for him to read anytime; he had learned from Lin Shuyou just how well-off he truly was.*

*He didn’t lack secret manuals; he lacked the mind to make use of them.*

"Corpse Recovery Diver, name your terms. I’ll..." The voice interrupted itself and continued, "I can satisfy whatever you want."

"You think you’re some kind of damn genie?"

The fish on the second floor began spewing blood-colored bubbles. Its singular fish eye gradually turned gray-white, and its body started to resemble cooked fluffiness.

Initially, it had entered the Zeng family with great difficulty, battling wits with Grandma Zeng herself. Only by tempting Zeng Yinyin and promising to help resurrect her deceased husband did it manage to breach the Zeng family.

But it paid a huge price, and Zeng Yinyin’s ghost husband truly protected her, forcing it to slowly accumulate strength before it could act against her.

Now, with the Array reactivated and it within the mansion, it truly had no more power to continue the Sealing, not to mention defend against it.

*In its fish brain, only one thought remained: kill Zeng Yinyin and fulfill its mission. The Zeng family must be eradicated!*

Actually, it once had the opportunity, while the ghost husband was merged with the Corpse Recovery Diver, to have a dried corpse kill Zeng Yinyin. But it didn’t do so because doing so would drive the ghost husband into a frenzy and assist in vengeance.

*Even though it was just a fish, given the right conditions, it had ambitions of its own.*

Grandma Zeng struggled to Zeng Yinyin’s side. Zeng Yinyin, having been knocked unconscious by Tan Wenbin with a bench earlier, lay there bleeding but with her chest still heaving.

Grandma Zeng raised her cane and pointed its tip toward Zeng Yinyin’s chest.

"Bang!"

The Yellow River Shovel came just in time, striking Grandma Zeng’s skull. It wasn’t very forceful, but given her current frailty, her head turned to powder, and her body soon followed, disintegrating into dust.

Tan Wenbin looked at Zeng Yinyin lying on the ground.

From the second floor came a feeble voice:

"In the future, if there’s even one person left of the Zeng family, we will avenge today’s hatred!"

Tan Wenbin cursed toward the top:

"You think I’m an idiot?"

First, Tan Wenbin fetched a rope and tied up Zeng Yinyin’s hands and feet. Then, he took her clothes, bandaged her head to prevent her from bleeding out, and dying.

After finishing these tasks, Tan Wenbin got up with difficulty, leaning on the Yellow River Shovel, and went upstairs.

As he pushed open the door on the second floor, a thick scent of sesame oil assaulted his senses.

"Ugh..."

Tan Wenbin gagged, vomiting up another mouthful of black water.

*Why did it smell like the dishes Yin Meng made during training sessions recently?*

Tan Wenbin didn’t rush in but kept the door open while using the shovel to reach the window and prop it open.

He then slowly lifted his blood-stained clothing corner to cover his nose and mouth.

After waiting for a while, the smell dispersed and faded.

Tan Wenbin got up and headed inside.

He saw Hu Yiwei lying on the ground with small wounds all over and a lot of little fish scattered nearby.

*Truth be told, the wounds from the fish bites looked like countless lipstick marks.*

Tan Wenbin bent down to check, realizing Hu Yiwei was still breathing, not dead, and his eyes were wide open, consciousness intact.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Hu Yiwei moved his fingers. The paralysis effect on his body was gradually fading, and he estimated he would recover in no time.