In this way, it's definitely not going to be more difficult for our side.

There were some things he didn't dare to do before, because it could easily bring his side a more complicated situation and greater difficulty.

But now, it doesn't matter anymore.

Li Zhiyuan didn't bother to take out the white lantern from the crack of the door, which seemed to offer some psychological comfort to the phantoms in the mist.

But the boy spread out his hand, not taking the lantern; he could still catch them without it. On the contrary, that lantern, accompanied by their fear of him, was becoming less and less useful.

Li Zhiyuan never naively thought that just because Yin Meng was in his team, he had a closer relationship with Yin Changsheng.

It's been nearly two thousand years. If you think Yin Changsheng genuinely treats the descendants so many generations later as his own, then you'd also have to believe that when meeting a stranger of the same surname on the road, you'd immediately be "as close as brothers."

However, he is the only person in the current world who has mastered Yin Changsheng's unique skills, equivalent to his inheritor; the only living descendant of his time also regards him as the Dragon King, plus he is currently in the state of Zou Jiang.

Whether Yin Changsheng cares or not doesn't really matter anymore, because he can shamelessly cling to this layer of karma.

The premise is,

You,

Yin Changsheng,

are still alive!

Fengdu Twelve Commandments — Four Ghosts Lift the Palanquin.

The "evil book" burns, akin to a response from the river waters, implying that he can transform fake waves placed by others into real Langhua.

What Li Zhiyuan is doing now is to forcefully summon one more on this basis.

The worst outcome is that while confronting the dream ghost, he also forcibly triggers a new wave, leading to him being attacked from both sides.

The best outcome is to let the true wave collide with the fake one, canceling each other out, impacting the hand's arrangement, and leaving it baffled by the current situation.

On the basis of the best outcome, there is actually an even better layer, comparable to casually buying a lottery ticket by the roadside and scratching out a grand prize car that was never issued.

That is to let the true and false waves merge completely, allowing the dream ghost to officially become part of his authentic and valuable fifth wave.

The boy is setting the stage for the river, giving it a more leisurely and free-flowing direction.

The bet is that the river is particularly repulsed by this third hand from outside the Domain interfering; betting that the river has never had such a good chance to exact punishment before.

The river only cares about the outcome, which is also a kind of restraint on itself.

"Now, I set you free."

A wisp of black air appeared in Li Zhiyuan's palm, then lashed out like a rope or whip into the still not completely thick mist ahead.

It's done.

In Alii's dream, he couldn't use skills because it wasn't real.

However, there are always some things that can become exceptions to that rule.

Using the life deeds of past Dragon Kings from the Qin and Liu Families as question banks, extract questions with Yin Changsheng's method!

Li Zhiyuan suspected that few River Walkers throughout history had enjoyed such luxurious treatment as he did.

However, this treatment didn't just fall from nowhere; he earned it with his skills.

Moreover, playing so elaborately and grand this time could very likely attract more attention from the questioner, dedicating more effort to target him.

But look at the girl standing behind him, trying her best to stay strong, yet her body was trembling.

He felt that none of it mattered anymore.

When doing things, carefulness and foresight are natural because you don't want to lose, not because you can't afford to lose.

When admiring the scenery, one should keep their chest up.

A creature, a person, was forcibly pulled out from the mist.

Just one.

It was both a bird and a person, constantly changing.

It was quite battered; when it turned into a human, it bowed its head and bent over, with paint seemingly flaking off its body; as a bird, its eyes were deep and sharp, seeming to pierce directly into your soul, especially that pointy beak, which looked like it could peck at your heart.

It was a bird-man entity.

The bird-man entity doesn't exist by itself; it is a kind of symbolic product, strictly speaking, resembling the existence mode of those who have died.

The dead ones are another form of existence born after a living person dies, while the bird-man entity is another evolution of the Body.

For example, in ancient times, people often set up temples to worship significant figures, with incense and offerings, creating another kind of spirit using the Body.

Bird-man entities often have the same appearance as the Body and may even possess similar abilities, but they are not the Body, and they can be either good or bad. Some righteous Bodies may sometimes conceive bloodthirsty, vicious bird-man entities.

Just like those underworld movies that Run Sheng liked to watch, where gangs do all kinds of evil but love to worship Lord Guan, there's a certain chance it might nurture evil bird-man entities, but in reality, they have nothing to do with the true Lord Guan.

Li Zhiyuan smiled.

He knew the river had exerted its power.

Because before him stood Bo Qi's bird-man entity.

Bo Qi was originally a person from the Zhou Dynasty; his father was a powerful official of the time. He was harmed by a jealous stepmother, transforming into a bird after death, with a crystal-clear heart, capable of devouring nightmares.

In ancient times, when people had nightmares, they'd call out Bo Qi's name upon waking to dispel bad luck and calm their spirits.

The ancient Nuo culture's twelve mythical beasts also describe Bo Qi's characteristic of feeding on dreams.

So, does the dream ghost have anything to do with Bo Qi's bird-man entity?

When this bird-man was pulled to Li Zhiyuan's side for closer observation, Li Zhiyuan noticed that when it transformed into a bird, there was a black palanquin on its back. Despite being broken, it still exuded a rustic aura.

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