The preeminent Yu Jinbo, with a roar of defiance, was dragged into hell by the Corpse Restorer Shen Shuzhen!
His brother, Yu Jinhong, seemed driven to madness, digging frantically. But what were a mere few meters of depth between the mortal world and the netherworld?
Even if Yu Jinhong dug until the sun rose, he would never find Yu Jinbo again!
"Brother!!!"
Yu Jinhong finally accepted reality, roaring at the sky, his body covered in mud.
Yu Jinbo had protected him for hundreds of years. Yu Jinhong had never considered what life would be like without Yu Jinbo, and now he had to face everything alone.
After dealing with Yu Jinbo, Shen Shuzhen could no longer hold on and fell into the ruins.
Fortunately, Cui Yu had been by Shen Shuzhen's side and quickly moved to support her back to the bed, even though the bed was already covered in dust and rubble.
"Grandma Shen!"
Duan Mu and Ying Jiu, who were now free, along with the young girl Qianqian, all rushed towards Shen Shuzhen, gathering around her bed with concern.
They had all been personally nurtured by Shen Shuzhen. Although they had no blood relation to her, the bond of family was the same.
Seeing Shen Shuzhen's now pale face, everyone, though mentally prepared, still felt immense reluctance.
"Grandma Shen, please hold on a little longer. Mr. Yan's summoned ancient physician will arrive soon!" Duan Mu said, his voice trembling.
Shen Shuzhen shook her head, unable to speak.
Yan Shouyi watched from afar, finding the scene all too familiar.
Back then, by the West Lake in Rongcheng, Uncle Zou was in the exact same state as Grandma Shen. When people reached their age, it seemed they could foresee their own demise.
Especially now that Shen Shuzhen's wish was fulfilled, she had no reason to continue living, with no lingering attachments, and was ready to depart.
Therefore, Yan Shouyi did not go forward to speak with Shen Shuzhen.
He merely sighed in his heart.
Ghosts like Yu Jinbo, who possessed such power after centuries of cultivation, were a stark contrast to ordinary people like Shen Shuzhen, who, no matter how well they preserved their health, would at most live a hundred years.
Within this limited time, Grandma Shen, the Old Celestial Master, Uncle Zou, and others had all given their utmost, exerting their final bit of warmth, all for the sake of leaving a little peace in this mortal world.
"When Grandpa died, it was so quiet..." Yan Shouyi sighed softly.
The older generation was passing away.
This signified that their era would inevitably come to an end.
The new generation was taking over this world.
What remained unchanged was the will of the folk cults and righteous cultivators, which would be passed down for eternity.
People change, but that spirit does not.
Yan Shouyi clenched his fist and bowed deeply towards Shen Shuzhen from afar.
This was his highest respect as a junior from a folk cult to a senior.
He also wanted to grieve.
But he had more important matters to attend to!
Although Yu Jinbo was dead, Yu Jinhong and Wei Qin were still wreaking havoc!
Wei Qin's situation was better, as Yao Yuming possessed formidable combat power and was not afraid of Wei Qin. However, this Yu Jinhong was somewhat troublesome!
"Senior Shen, can you still fight?" Yan Shouyi asked.
Shen Chun's soul had become somewhat transparent. He shook his head, "Yu Jinbo's sneak attack caught me off guard earlier. My soul is severely injured, and I'm afraid I won't be able to fight again."
Having lost only one enemy, Yu Jinbo, and now Shen Chun being unable to fight further, this was not good news.
But Yan Shouyi did not complain. Instead, he summoned Sanyuan and rode it directly towards Yu Jinhong alone!
Yu Jinhong's state of mind was unstable, making it the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack!
"Big brother!"
Yu Jinhong was still immersed in his grief. He clutched his head and roared, "I will kill all these people and accompany you in death!"
However, before he could finish his fierce words, Yan Shouyi had already arrived before Yu Jinhong!
The Zanpakuto, burning with black flames, was swung directly at Yu Jinhong. Caught off guard, Yu Jinhong's face was slashed with two deep wounds, one of which nearly struck his brow!
Yu Jinhong came to his senses, glaring at Yan Shouyi with venomous eyes, then suddenly spread his arms, his body exploding into a mass of immense ghostly energy!
The ghostly energy rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and moon. Yu Jinhong's voice echoed from all directions:
"Yan Shouyi, this King remembers your name. The hatred for killing my brother is irreconcilable. Today, even if my soul is scattered, I will make you experience this bone-chilling pain!!"
Yan Shouyi looked up, his brow furrowing.
Was Yu Jinhong trying to take them all down with him?!
The sky, shrouded by the ghostly energy, suddenly began to rain.
As the raindrops fell on the plants in the crematorium courtyard, they withered rapidly, their life force instantly drained!
"It's Dead Rain!"
Yan Shouyi's expression changed. He warned everyone, "Quick, find shelter! Once you're caught in this Dead Rain, both your body and soul will be damaged!"
Dead Rain was something that could only be summoned by a Ghost King burning their own soul. Wherever the Dead Rain fell, nothing would grow!
Upon hearing Yan Shouyi's warning, everyone scrambled for cover. However, some were too slow, and the Dead Rain burned several holes in their bodies.
More terrifyingly, their souls were also damaged, and their pain doubled!
Yu Jinhong roared with laughter in the sky, "Enjoy death! Hahahaha!!!"
The Dead Rain not only absorbed the life force of living beings but also corroded inanimate objects. If Yu Jinhong was allowed to continue, the coverings above their heads would eventually be corroded, and the people in the crematorium would truly be wiped out!
Yan Shouyi forced himself to calm down. Suddenly, he thought of something and directly retracted his malevolent aura.
"I am a Celestial Corpse Puppet. I have no soul to begin with, and my body can quickly recover from injuries. This Dead Rain has no effect on me..."
"But even if I can withstand the Dead Rain, Yu Jinhong's true form is currently unknown. I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with him if I go up alone."
Was there no way to counter this?
Yan Shouyi gritted his teeth. He didn't believe that after Yu Jinbo was dead, a mere Yu Jinhong could push them to such a desperate situation!
As he pondered, a loud gong sound suddenly echoed between heaven and earth!
CLANG!!!
Xu Gan, who was with everyone and severely injured, couldn't help but reach for the gong hanging from his waist.
But his gong was still on him. Who had struck that gong just now?!
An answer suddenly appeared in Xu Gan's mind, an answer that made him ecstatic.
"Master! It's my master who has returned!!" he shouted, but this caused his wounds to ache, and his face turned purple from coughing.
CLANG!!
Another gong sound, like thunder flashing between heaven and earth, caused Yu Jinhong, hiding within the ghostly energy, immense pain and revealed his true location!
Yan Shouyi looked back in surprise, then a smile spread across his face.
"So, the senior Miss Liu mentioned was the long-lost master of Xu Gan – the Night Watchman Xu Zhiping!"