Corpse Recovery Diver

Even the centipede dies but never stiffens immediately; beneath that large table of spiritless name plaques, there still sits an old grandmother who converses with them from time to time. Indeed, for decades, nobody has dared to blatantly offend them.

After the master and disciple addressed each other, they both glanced around out of the corners of their eyes.

Then, by tacit agreement, they remained silent and continued walking until they reached the medical office and entered the sickroom. Sitting on either side of Lin Shuyou.

Last night, upset Ah You’s fate pattern perfectly resonated, and at the time, his family thought that the lad had finally come to his senses.

But as soon as the resonance established, they watched as he was on the verge of death.

It was chaos at home, setting up the altar, laying out the life and death board, conducting Yin-Yang divination—after much effort, they managed to extend his life.

Generally speaking, this kind of arrangement is something that the temple officials and generals would have already prepared in advance in case they needed to deal with an evil spirit.

Knowing that the youngest at home had an accident, after a discussion, the temple sent Lin Fu’an and Chen Shoumen to buy the earliest plane tickets to Jinling.

At the time, they thought that, with the two of them going, no matter how serious the youngest’s trouble was, it could be easily settled; the two of them thought so as well.

However, they didn’t anticipate that it would turn out this way; not only did they dare not enter someone else’s house, they didn’t even dare to stop.

The old patriarch’s expression was depressed, devoid of much anger or frustration, just feeling very helpless, and what’s even worse, you cannot simply vent this frustration.

You can’t exactly lift up your own grandson and punch away your anger, can you?