Corpse Recovery Diver

Except for Lin Shuyou, everyone else noticed something was wrong.

Mainly because Lin Shuyou was being enthusiastically pulled into a dance by two Miao girls, his head bowed and face flushed with shyness, thus not having a chance to observe this side.

Tan Wenbin immediately raised his hand, calling for Run Sheng and Yin Meng to keep dancing.

The implication was clear: don't add to the chaos; Brother Xiao Yuan must have his own reasons.

"How long do you plan to stay here, sir?"

"Now that the matters at the construction site have been resolved, I suppose I should leave soon."

"Life in our mountains is still inconvenient."

"Hmm, I prefer city life."

"I also want to go to the city," Ah Mei said with a chuckle, then wrapped her arm around the young man and drank on her own.

After finishing her drink, she pouted her lips and leaned in, intending to give Li Zhiyuan a kiss on the cheek.

Li Zhiyuan raised his hand and stopped her from doing so.

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

"I think I'll go dance with them."

Li Zhiyuan left his seat and walked into the crowd.

"Hehehe..."

Ah Mei stayed where she was, laughing even louder.

At this moment, Wen Xiushan returned, and he said happily, "Acai has regained consciousness. Now that the Old Transgender is dead, he's fine."

"That's great, Grandpa."

"Yes, it's really great. Where's the sir? Didn't I tell you to treat the sir well while I was away?"

"The sir went to dance."

"Oh, go get me some wine, the kind I brewed and stored at home."

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll go get it for you now."

Ah Mei got up, left the noisy crowd, and went home.

Once inside, she climbed a bamboo ladder to the second floor to her room.

She pushed the door open, walked to the bedside, and sat down.

Her legs swung lightly under the bed, like a playful young girl.

With each swing of her feet, the bed sheet below was kicked open repeatedly, revealing faintly an identical Ah Mei lying under the bed with wide eyes, appearing terrified and unmoving.

Gradually, the Ah Mei on the bed stopped moving as well; she became fixed in place, gradually becoming flat and transparent.

Meanwhile, inside the Zhaojun Temple under the distant lake, on the altar, a disheveled woman sat on the steps, identical to the posture of the Ah Mei in the Miao village, and began to pat her abdomen.

Her belly started to grow bigger and more transparent.

Through the glass-like transparency, the woman looked at the child in her womb.

At this moment, the boy resembled Li Zhiyuan by ninety percent.

"How wonderful, I really like him, so handsome, so clever, I wish I could swallow him whole.

Did you know, today, mother watched him closely for a long time, and I really wish I could have a child just like him.

But soon, very soon, my child, you are about to be born, hehe."

The ferocity in her left eye was so intense it seemed it might drip out like water, but the affection in her right eye was so deep it would be hard for anyone to look away.

She caressed her belly over and over, her face full of anticipation.

Suddenly, the woman froze, but soon she was filled with ecstatic joy:

"Child, you can already speak to mother now?"

"Hehe, I told you, that young man is very smart, you were conceived in his likeness, surely you are very smart too."

"What, what are you saying?"

The woman lowered her head, pressing her ear against her bulging belly, listening attentively.

"What did you say, say it again?"

"You say he actually realized all along that I was a fake?"

The woman continued to listen, then she lifted her head, staring intently at her belly with an incredulous look:

"Did you also say that mother... is so dumb?"