Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1312 - 239:

Qingcheng Mountain?

That's Dujiangyan, not Fengdu.

Looking at it this way, if this is a clue from Langhua, at least currently, it doesn't point to what the Great Emperor wishes to see.

So, does this mean that the game between the Heavenly Dao and the Great Emperor, as written in Brother Xiao Yuan's behavior norms, ended in the Heavenly Dao's victory?

Tan Wenbin flicked his finger forward, and the two children left his shoulders, floating backward to start pushing the wheelchair.

Brother Xiao Yuan has "Four Ghosts Lifting the Coffin," and now Tan Wenbin has "Two Ghosts Pushing the Cart."

But this, too, is a kind of skill, and any special movements from the two children now would increase Tan Wenbin's coldness, making it more torturous.

"Hmm?"

The Daoist moved his Peach Wood Sword to the front, touched the hilt, and then the blade, feeling somehow that the sword was hotter than usual?

"Daoist, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, keep moving."

Just like that, under the moonlight, the Daoist and the middle-aged man walked ahead, followed by a wheelchair moving on its own.

"Daoist, it's this house, take a look at the other houses in the village, and then look at this one, this house is in utter disrepair."

"Alas, the two children living in such a house are indeed suffering grievances. Let me, as a humble Daoist, help them escape this sea of suffering."

The Daoist took a step forward, chanting spells, trying to avoid disturbing the people in the house as much as possible, his voice pressed very low. After completing the initial preparations, the Daoist pasted a talisman paper on his head and limbs, and finally took a sheet of Yellow Paper, propping it with the Peach Wood Sword.

The tip of the sword flicked, but the Yellow Paper remained motionless.

Surprised, the Daoist flicked it again, but still, there was no change.

Resolutely, he began continuously tapping the Yellow Paper with the sword tip. Sparks emerged but quickly extinguished, far from catching fire.

The middle-aged man didn't understand these things, but he could see that something seemed to be wrong.

"Daoist..."

"Give me your lighter."

"Oh, okay."

The Daoist took the lighter, and with a "click," ignited the Yellow Paper.

In the past, the same process would have caused the Yellow Paper to quickly burn to ashes, but for some reason, tonight it didn't.

When the Yellow Paper finally burned out, the Daoist could only guess in his heart that the humid air in the coastal area had dampened his Yellow Paper.

Finishing the last step of the process, the Daoist signaled the middle-aged man to wait there and headed inside alone.

The door of the house was locked. The Daoist used the Peach Wood Sword to probe and flick, causing the latch to fall, and then, boldly pushed the door open.

Outside, the middle-aged man was waiting anxiously.

Sitting in the nearby wheelchair, Tan Wenbin frowned as well.

He had the ability to stop this, but his intervention might sever this lead.

The most rational and cold-blooded approach would be to watch this Daoist "steal" the children out, let them return to Qingcheng Mountain, and then use it as a reason to go to Qingcheng Mountain to rescue and search for the children, confirming the line of causation.

Tan Wenbin knew that this was Grandma Wang Lian's home, and she was Elder Mrs. Liu's card-playing friend. So there was clearly a connection to follow up.

Soon, the Daoist came out, followed by two children, each with a talisman on their foreheads, not crying, not making noise, with their eyes closed, as if sleepwalking.

Seeing the children being brought out, the knot in Tan Wenbin's heart disappeared.

Confident, the Daoist stopped the middle-aged man from stepping forward to carry the children away, instead pointing forward with the wooden sword, naturally making the two children follow their steps.

To this, the Daoist explained, "There's no need to do that, we're not here to 'steal' children, we're here to save them."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man flinched but still acknowledged, "The Daoist is right; the car is parked at the village entrance. We should speed up a bit."

The Daoist gently stroked his goatee and sped up slightly.

His original intent was to accelerate, but as the speed picked up, the children following began to lose their footing, their bodies swaying.

Seeing this, the Daoist coughed lightly, slowing down his pace again.

Tan Wenbin's wheelchair continued following them until they reached the side of the road in the village, where a sedan was parked.

As the middle-aged man went to open the car door, Tan Wenbin fixed his gaze on him, initially dark and heavy, but soon toned it down, becoming slightly softer.

"Ah..."

The middle-aged man felt as if an invisible large hand was strangling his neck, unable to breathe, so he had to loosen his grip on the car door handle, kneeling on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" The Daoist asked in confusion, checking ahead before asking again, "Do you have asthma? Do you have your medication?"

The middle-aged man wanted to explain that he wasn't sick, but could only wave his hands, unable to make any sound, no matter how wide he opened his mouth.

At this point, the Daoist finally realized the nature of the problem. He immediately took out a piece of talisman paper and stuck it on the middle-aged man's forehead.

This talisman paper could manifest in seven colors, representing seven different intensities of Evil.

However, as soon as the talisman paper was placed, it ignited instantly.

The Daoist's eyes widened in shock as he hastily looked around, shivering as he rebuked,

"What kind of fiend dares to act so audaciously in broad daylight... dares to cause trouble!"

The response he got was a heart-pounding panic.

"Hiss..."

Clutching his chest, the Daoist knelt down, like someone struck by a sudden heart attack.

The next moment, Tan Wenbin dispelled the Mist in front of him, revealing his form.

At this point, Tan Wenbin's hair was gray, his appearance withered, exuding a strong sense of lifelessness, needing no disguise to look like a specter.