I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 266 - 230: Rising Coffin to Wealth

"Two Undead were lured out, it's a pity only one was captured."

Tian Lin tore one of the Undead to pieces, but he did not want to tell the two people present.

He changed the subject, addressing Zhou Jin and Elder Ran: "Right now, the most urgent matter is for Brother Ran to heal first. Over the next few days, let's see if we can capture two more Undead."

"That sounds good, then please both of you protect me."

Elder Ran picked up the black coffin and dragged it outside the dense forest.

First, he buried the black coffin in the ground, then he began to sit cross-legged to expel Corpse Poison.

Zhou Jin was also not idle; although he was at the periphery of Chaotic Burial Forest, he inevitably inhaled a small amount of Corpse Qi, so he too had to sit cross-legged to expel Corpse Poison.

Only Tian Lin was completely unharmed, but he didn't want to appear too abnormal.

So he simply sat cross-legged as well, but instead of expelling Corpse Poison, he took out a Sealing Earth Pill from the Storage Bag to continue practicing the Sealing Earth Skill.

Several hours later, the sky had also darkened by then. Only at this time did Elder Ran open his eyes.

The white hair on his body had lessened quite a bit, but completely getting rid of it would require half a year of quiet recuperation.

However, this injury, compared to obtaining an Intermediate Walking Corpse, was really worth it.

Thinking of the many Undead in Chaotic Burial Forest, Elder Ran was somewhat itching to try.

But Tian Lin and Zhou Jin did not plan to adventure at night because the night in the jurisdiction of Xiangxi Sect had the strongest Yin Qi, making Undead more active.

The Chaotic Burial Forest was extremely dangerous at this time.

"How about we first bring the coffin back to my village, rest for the night, and then come back to the Chaotic Burial Forest tomorrow?"

Elder Ran also felt it was not suitable to enter Chaotic Burial Forest at night, so he proposed.

"That's a good idea."

Tian Lin nodded and said, "I think Brother Ran's family must be very worried about his safety. Only if Brother Ran personally returns, can they stop worrying."

While the three were talking, they dug out the black coffin from the ground.

This time, it was led by one person, with two others taking turns carrying the coffin.

The black coffin was incredibly heavy, and it couldn't completely suppress the Undead within.

The two carrying the coffin found it nearly as difficult as carrying a mountain.

Since Elder Ran and Zhou Jin were both at mid-stage Foundation Establishment, they carried the coffin.

But as they walked, every step sank deep into the soil up to their ankles.

Tian Lin thought, if it was so difficult for two people to carry the coffin, what about flying with the coffin using Sword Control? Unless there was a way to completely suppress and seal the Undead inside the coffin.

The mountainous path was difficult and pitch black; Tian Lin led the way with a torch, using a sword to clear the dead branches and forge a wide path.

Behind him followed Elder Ran and Zhou Jin, carrying the coffin.

They walked several miles when a ghostly wind blew out Tian Lin's torch.

In that ghostly wind, several joss papers fluttered down, burying into the soil beneath their feet.

At that moment, Elder Ran suddenly spoke, "Silence your steps, do not speak or move carelessly."

Tian Lin was originally planning to escape with Sword Control, but upon hearing Elder Ran's words, he forcefully controlled his muscles to prevent any reaction.

It was at this moment, the sound of suona and trumpets arose from afar.

In the dark forest, on the decrepit official road, a procession of Walking Corpses dressed in mourning clothes approached from the distance.

Except for those playing the suona in the front, followed by those crying in mourning, and then those carrying the coffin.

When the one playing the suona in front passed by Tian Lin, he suddenly stopped, staring directly at Tian Lin with glossy green eyes.

Just one look tightened Tian Lin's heart, let alone the others in mourning attire now all staring at Tian Lin.

How could Tian Lin not feel anxious under the gaze of so many Undead?

He remembered Elder Ran's words, forcing himself not to draw his flying sword to fight for his life.

It was at this moment, Elder Ran stepped in front of Tian Lin and pulled out incense sticks from his Storage Bag, lighting them and then sticking them into the ground beside the road.

The smoke from the incense quickly billowed up; the suona player took a whiff of the smoke, and continued on his path, playing the suona again.

Once the suona player moved, the following Walking Corpses in mourning attire also started moving.

Tian Lin, who had been studying Funeral Science for many days, only now realized the essence of mourning the dead.

Watching a group of ghostly spirits mourn made Tian Lin feel like he wanted to cry himself.

There were many ghostly spirits, each involuntarily taking a whiff of the roadside incense as they passed by Tian Lin.

The incense burned rapidly, and Elder Ran hurriedly pulled out new incense sticks for offering.

In just a brief half-hour, he had already used up more than a dozen sticks of incense.

At that moment, those carrying the coffin began to appear. The oppressive aura was so intense, it made Tian Lin utterly horrified.

He instinctively looked at the red large coffin being carried by the corpse carriers.

The red coffin, carried by eight Evil Spirits with six thick logs, even those logs thick enough to be embraced by one person, creaked under the giant red coffin as if they would snap at any moment.

The daunting oppressive force was emanating from that blood-dripping red large coffin.

Tian Lin noticed from the corner of his eye that Elder Ran was both frightened and tempted by the sight of the red large coffin.

Tian Lin couldn't help but think of Elder Ran's black coffin—

If a dry corpse was precious, what about this blood-dripping red coffin? It must be a Magical Treasure that corpse chasers envied to the extreme.

But what kind of corpse was housed in such a Magical Treasure? It was probably at least a Walking Corpse—Elder Ran, undoubtedly, wouldn't dare to covet a Walking Corpse.

At this moment, Tian Lin only hoped that this Funeral Team composed of Evil Spirits would leave soon; fortunately, this Funeral Team made up of the Undead finally began to lift the coffin and leave Tian Lin and his companions.

Before Tian Lin and Zhou Jin could sigh in relief, a voice suddenly sounded ahead.

A woman's voice said, "One Peace Incense, wishing you all smooth endeavors."

When the woman's voice rang out, the Funeral Team suddenly halted.

Both Tian Lin and Zhou Jin's expressions changed, looking towards the woman blocking the path in the distance.

The woman was clothed in a white Taoist robe; she was none other than Elder Gao who should have been sitting high on the Tower Ship.

Elder Gao was seen holding three candles-thick incense sticks, planting these three sticks into the ground.

"Can Peace Incense forcibly bring peace? What is she doing?"

Elder Ran asked Zhou Jin and Tian Lin, but despite being disciples of the Wendaos Sect, they were not well-versed in Funeral Science.

How could they know things even Elder Ran himself did not?

They saw the three burning incense sticks planted in the ground, from the Undead blowing horns at the front, followed by the mourning Undead.

These Undead, in an instant, collapsed to the ground with a clatter.

Seeing the Undead fall like a unstoppable string of dominos, Zhou Jin couldn't help saying, "Just three sticks of incense can make the Undead fall, is this what Funeral Science is?"

Elder Ran, however, shouted, "The Red Coffin cannot touch the ground, if it touches it will take root."

He yelled, raising his hand about to lift the coffin.

Realizing what was happening, Tian Lin and Zhou Jin rushed to the front of the coffin to support its base before it touched the ground.

But the weight of the Red Coffin was completely beyond the imagination of the three individuals, Tian Lin exerted his Demon Skill of the Free Buddha, at this moment he was not a reincarnated demon god, yet he possessed the strength to carry mountains.

However, it was only a momentary effort, the Divine Skills of all three were overwhelmed by the weight of the coffin, their spines bending under the pressure of the Red Coffin.

The Red Coffin fell to the ground with unstoppable force, but then they heard Elder Gao's voice shouting, "Raising the coffin to bring wealth!"

With her word, the Red Coffin was flung high into the air, and Tian Lin, Zhou Jin, and Elder Ran seized the chance to retreat to the side of the road.

"Soul lamp guides the way, raising the coffin to bring wealth!"

The three saw Elder Gao shout, the white-robed Elder Gao transforming into a residual image, a sky lantern floating towards the space above the coffin.

The sky lantern hovered above the Red Coffin, its light covering the entire coffin.

The Red Coffin, following the sky lantern, flew towards the high Tower Ship with Elder Gao.

At this moment, under the night sky, a 'whoosh' sound suddenly occurred. The sky lantern was pierced by someone, and the candle within extinguished.

Now the soul lamp could not guide the way, the spell of raising the coffin to bring wealth was quietly broken.

The Red Coffin rapidly fell, and Elder Gao, who had already leaped onto the Tower Ship, turned his head and shouted into the dark sky, "Who dares sabotage my plans?"

In the darkness, an old man's voice rose, "What are you, an elder of the Wendaos Sect, doing stealing coffins in my Xiangxi Sect territory, if not sabotaging?"

"The coffin was on the road, it's something I picked up, how can it be called stealing?"

"Joke! This group of Undead was transporting a coffin and corpse for my Xiangxi Sect, how dare you covet them? Seeing that you are from the Wendaos Sect, I'll let this slide this time, just hurry on your way!"

Elder Gao was not willing to let it go.

He leapt towards the falling Red Coffin below, while atop the mountain originally meant for the coffin's landing, an old man appeared.

The old man with a gesture, summoned the Red Coffin to fly towards him.

He then moved to the original position of Zhou Jin and the others, sweeping away the Peace Incense planted on the ground.

Once the Peace Incense was destroyed, the Undead on the ground rose one after another.

With the Three Pure Ones Bell in the old man's hand ringing, he said, "Please, gentlemen, lift the coffin!"

The Red Coffin fell, the Undead using their bodies to firmly support it.

At this moment, Elder Gao had already caught up.

The old man turned to face Elder Gao, challenging him, "My fellow Taoist, you really want to fight me?"

Elder Gao, his expression somewhat fierce, said, "This Red Coffin, I discovered it first, give it to me."

The old man sneered, "As I told you, this Red Coffin and the Walking Corpse inside are possessions of my Xiangxi Sect. Inside is a Village Chief under my jurisdiction, who prepared his own coffin as death neared—

Now his time has come, it is time to return him and his coffin back to my Xiangxi Sect. You blocking a deceased from his path, are you tired of living?"

"No more talk, I will take this Red Coffin today, you must leave it behind!"

"Alright, you want the Red Coffin, I'll give it to you!"

With a gesture from the old man, the Red Coffin flew from the hands of the Undead, directly smashing towards Elder Gao.

Elder Gao, with both hands lifting, although managed to hold up the coffin, was hammered halfway into the ground like a nail.

Not far away, Zhou Jin looked at Tian Lin and said, "What do we do now? Should we step forward to help?"

However, Elder Ran said, "When gods fight, petty spirits suffer; why should we help, it's better to escape with the coffin on our backs first!"

He was indeed holding the black coffin, ready to drag it away while he spoke.