Li Zhiyuan just lightly tapped into the woman’s memory, without needing to alter it, just wiping away the ’mist’ over how Zhao Xilu forced her to consume her own stillborn, and she realized. She was driven crazy by the torment, in avoidance, and when she began to face reality, she naturally knew what to do. Li Zhiyuan ended the journey to the underworld. In his heart, came the piercing cries of two infants and the hysterical laughter of a woman. Though neither was a pleasant emotion, he truly relished them. This was the backlash of Wei Zhengdao’s black-skinned book. The one buried under the peach grove back home was turned into neither human nor ghost, suffering till now, still cursing Wei Zhengdao till this day. Li Zhiyuan, on the other hand, was enjoying this sense of backlash, like a barren desert eagerly absorbing the long-awaited droplets of rain. The gash on Zhao Yi’s forehead was writhing rapidly and exaggeratedly at this moment, no, it was tearing! He looked at the young man in front of him, as if seeing a ghost! Through his own Gate of Life and Death, he seemed to hear a demon gnawing at a soul, savoring it slowly. The young man in front of him was this demon, and human souls were his tribute. Zhao Yi slipped, and if Tan Wenbin hadn’t been quick to catch him, he would have fallen. Tan Wenbin scolded: "Hostage bro, are you crazy? Do you want to tear up your own ransom?" Li Zhiyuan now reopened his eyes, his gaze returned to calm. The one under the peach grove was full of human faces, but for him, it was just a momentary savor. The boy’s gaze fell on Zhao Yi, who shrank straight into Tan Wenbin’s arms. Li Zhiyuan ignored him and instead looked at Tan Wenbin: "Do you want to handle it yourself?" "How could I take such liberty..." Tan Wenbin rubbed his hands shyly. Li Zhiyuan: "I can see it." "Ah, haha." Tan Wenbin scratched his head like Lin Shuyou, "I did greet them in advance." Tan Wenbin had informed his friends in advance that Zhao Mengyao was to be left for him to kill. Li Zhiyuan nodded: "Go ahead." Tan Wenbin tossed Zhao Yi aside, turned around, and jumped backward, then grabbed the edge with both hands, swung back, and landed. The ordinary house wasn’t a problem to descend from. But the problem was, the Shizhuo Zhao Family house was built a bit higher. When Tan Wenbin landed, his heels seemed to be electrocuted, causing him to roll backward, but he stood up quickly, making it look quite smooth. Over there, Run Sheng and the White Crane Child also stopped. Zhao Juanhua was beaten into a massive black tumorous mass, yet still alive, barely breathing. It’s no wonder, those adept at cursing are inherently the sneaky type, when have you seen a grandma beating up straw effigies rush to the streets with a knife? Zhao Juanhua was only hanging on to a wretched life; in terms of skills, she was not even as capable as her already deceased son. If the family’s array was still there, if the cursed objects stored in the ancestral hall were still usable, she might have been able to hold on, but now, it was like a snail with a broken shell, facing two large roosters pecking aggressively. But she still wanted to live, she looked up, at the boy standing on the eaves, knowing he was the leader of these people. "Spare my life... spare my life... spare my life... let me do anything, let me curse anyone!" "Cough cough... cough cough..." Zhao Yi beside her heard this and felt both frightened and amused, the two emotions interwove in his chest, causing him to cough violently. Who needed to be cursed, did he still need her to help with the curse? Chances are, he was even better at cursing than she was! Li Zhiyuan didn’t even glance at Zhao Juanhua, his attention was more focused on the White Crane Child. Over at Mr. Tian’s side, because of that woman, some changes occurred, but Zhao Juanhua’s side had always been consistent, she was beaten from the start till the end. But there was an interesting detail here, and that was... the White Crane Child, who only killed and never delivered, surprisingly accompanied Run Sheng in sparing lives for torture. Last time Lin Shuyou survived even after three divinations in a row, he could bounce back with heads hanging and run back on his own, and adding this time. It meant the always impartial and strict Child was also starting to understand human relations. They were trying to make a good impression on him. He could threaten their position and even change the structure of the Yin God in the official command system, yet, at the same time, it seemed they realized that if this Divination Child could follow him, the accumulation of merits would be incredibly fast. Since this faction came about, which official commander could go river cruising with the Dragon King? With a carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, the Child had learned to offer a toast. However, poor Lin Shuyou had to suffer. He toiled diligently and squeezed into this team, striving hard just to lead the official command system to a higher level... He never expected his own Yin God to start competing for his favor! Li Zhiyuan fixed his gaze on the Child, stepping forward. He stepped into emptiness and fell down. Run Sheng hurried forward to catch, but the White Crane Child was faster, raising his right hand high. Li Zhiyuan stepped onto the White Crane Child’s palm, held aloft by them. The Child retracted their arm, slowly lowering it, until a certain height before Li Zhiyuan stepped down. Behind, the White Crane Child stood up again, wisps of white vapor continuously emitted from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.