PCJ – Chapter 439 Finally Meeting You

The consciousness of Chengdao inside the Corpse King’s body could no longer suppress the violent consciousness of the Corpse King. Zhang Jiaohua had no choice but to reluctantly shake the bell in his hand again.

Ding-dang-dang!

As soon as the bell rang, the violent flames in the Corpse King’s eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by a blank expression.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Dianzi rushed forward, grabbing the metal clasp on the Corpse King’s body. With a fierce pull, the clasp snapped off with a crisp sound and fell away from the Corpse King.

However, as soon as the clasp was loosened, the violent flames in the Corpse King’s eyes reignited with intensity.

“Roar!” The Corpse King raised its left hand like lightning and struck Chen Dianzi fiercely, sending him flying.

In that fleeting moment of being struck, Chen Dianzi hurled the metal clasp in his hand toward Zhang Jiaohua before slamming heavily against the cave wall.

Boom!

His arm hit the wall first with a crisp crack, the sound of a bone fracturing. But the impact only absorbed part of his momentum, as his head then collided against the wall.

A faint cracking sound came from within his skull. Blood spurted from Chen Dianzi’s mouth as his body rebounded off the wall and crashed to the ground. He lost consciousness immediately.

Zhang Jiaohua quickly caught the metal clasp that Chen Dianzi had thrown with all his strength. He was very familiar with this bell—it felt like reuniting with an old friend. Zhang Jiaohua swiftly removed the fine chain from the metal clasp and then took off the bell he was wearing on his hand.

The bell in his hand had a peculiar small hole that Zhang Jiaohua had never understood the purpose of. But as he examined the chain, he suddenly realized its function. He attached the metal ring on the chain’s loose end into the hole on the bell. These two bells were actually a matching pair.

“Wait, wasn’t this bell a replica in my dream? How can it form a pair with this bell?” Zhang Jiaohua was confused. But the Corpse King wasn’t about to give him more time to think.

Ding-dang-dang!

The bell rang again, and this time, through the metal chain, the two bells resonated with each other. The energy they released increased severalfold compared to before.

The sudden change caused the Corpse King to clutch its head, as if it were Sun Wukong being recited the tightening spell by Tang Sanzang.

The sound of the bells effectively suppressed the violent flames in the Corpse King’s mind. Chengdao’s consciousness suddenly gained the upper hand.

“I have seen you! Alas, everything should come to an end now. Take care of yourself!” said the consciousness of Chengdao within the Corpse King. After speaking, the Corpse King headed toward the main tomb.

“Why are you here? Where is Master Daoist?” Zhang Jiaohua shouted at Chengdao’s retreating figure.

“Since it’s already reality, why bother digging for the root of it all? I must go—I cannot suppress him for long,” Chengdao said, shaking his head. He walked into the tomb, then lay in the coffin. The coffin lid closed automatically.

Boom!

Suddenly, flames engulfed the coffin, which burned fiercely.

Zhang Jiaohua stared blankly at the scene. The mystery surrounding Chengdao might remain unsolved forever. From that day forward, Zhang Jiaohua knew he would likely never dream of Chengdao again, as their connection had reached its conclusion. Whether he was truly Chengdao’s reincarnation, Zhang Jiaohua could no longer confirm. But the question no longer seemed important.

The seemingly sturdy coffin burned to ashes in no time, along with everything in the tomb, including several corpses. He Shouye and Long Wuyi, who had spent their lives robbing tombs, ended up becoming part of one themselves—a fitting end.

While Zhang Jiaohua was lost in thought, a groan of pain came from nearby.

“Jiaohua, stop zoning out and help me up. My bones are broken; it hurts like hell,” Chen Dianzi complained.

Seeing that Chen Dianzi was still alive, Zhang Jiaohua chuckled.

“I’m almost dead, and you’re laughing? Do you even have a heart?” Chen Dianzi grumbled, though he knew Zhang Jiaohua was happy he had survived.

“Good people don’t live long, while scoundrels last forever. There’s no way you’d die so easily,” Zhang Jiaohua teased as he walked over to help Chen Dianzi up carefully.

“Hurry, apply some hemostatic water! The pain is killing me,” Chen Dianzi groaned.

“What’s the rush? You won’t die right away. Where am I supposed to find water here? Would you mind some boy’s urine?” Zhang Jiaohua joked.

“Scram!” Chen Dianzi glared at him.

From a distance, faint footsteps approached, growing louder.

“Woof! Woof!” The outermost mountain dog barked sharply.

“Jiaohua! Are you alright?” Luo Changjun’s voice called out.

“Of course, I’m hurt! What’s the point of you arriving so late if something happened to me?” Zhang Jiaohua snapped.

Chen Dianzi chuckled, coughing up a bit more blood.

“Chen Dianzi, you won’t die, will you? If you do, your beautiful wife might end up with someone else,” Zhang Jiaohua said with mock concern.

“Jiaohua! I risked my life to grab the bell for you. If I’d known, I should’ve left you here and escaped alone,” Chen Dianzi retorted angrily, his sore spot hit—he cherished his wife more than his life.

“Looks like you’re not dying anytime soon,” Zhang Jiaohua said, patting him. In reality, he cast a few healing spells, significantly easing Chen Dianzi’s injuries.

“No wonder your tea tastes so good. I’ve tried so many times but couldn’t replicate it. Turns out it’s because of your spiritual roots,” Chen Dianzi remarked, feeling a bit better and more spirited.

“Jiaohua, it’s a relief you’re okay. Don’t ever do such risky things again. When I heard you hadn’t come out, I rushed in with people. Thank goodness you’re fine. If anything happened to you, how could I face your parents?” Luo Changjun said, inspecting Zhang Jiaohua carefully and only relaxing when he found no injuries.

“I’m fine, but Chen Dianzi is hurt. Think of a way to get him out of here,” Zhang Jiaohua said.

“Quick, bring a stretcher and carry the injured man out,” Luo Changjun ordered his soldiers.

“No need! These injuries aren’t bad enough for that,” Chen Dianzi said, struggling to get up. Zhang Jiaohua’s treatment had greatly alleviated his pain.