Corpse Recovery Diver

"Disgusting?"

The boy reached out and touched his own face, innocently asking:

"Brother, are you disgusted with yourself?"

Li Zhiyuan's body was trembling slightly.

The feeling of hatred in his heart was boiling wildly.

The boy spoke again: "Brother, look, I've already helped you kill her, I helped you, didn't I?"

Li Zhiyuan tried to block out the boy's voice but found he couldn't. The boy's voice seemed to penetrate deep into his heart, fueling that dark, cold fire.

"Brother, take me with you. I'll be good, I'll be your little follower, your shadow. When you're tired and want to rest, I can even take your place."

At that moment, Li Zhiyuan's trembling body gradually calmed down.

The coldness in his eyes was slowly fading, leaving a trace of softness.

The illness that should have flared up was now being suppressed again.

Li Zhiyuan slightly tilted his head, looking at the boy on the altar, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The boy's expression changed.

He could sense the shift in Li Zhiyuan's mood. He had thought he could destroy him and had even seen the dawn of success moments ago, but suddenly, everything went dark.

Boy: "Why?"

Li Zhiyuan did not respond, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

This meant that the boy had even lost the impulse to make him laugh.

Anger seeped from the boy's eyes. He clenched his fists and shouted unwillingly:

"Why, when we are obviously exactly the same, exactly the same!"

Li Zhiyuan said lightly: "Exactly the same?"

"Isn't it so?"

"You're just a failure."

A red tinge appeared in the boy's eyes, and he began to roar: "What right do you have to call me a failure, what right!"

"Because you only make me feel a brief disgust."

The boy could not understand.

"You don't understand, do you? It's normal not to understand." Li Zhiyuan also raised his hand and pinched his face. "Your face doesn't even have human skin to peel off."

The boy mimicked the teenager's actions, pinching his own face in confusion once more. He forcibly tore off a patch of human skin, examined it closely.

"Li Lan might prefer you. If you were given to her as a gift, she might be more satisfied."

"Li Lan?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce her. She's my mom."

Their mother-son relationship was an insurmountable obstacle. Whenever they met, they would instinctively tear off the human skin from each other.

The most disgusting part between them was crouching on the ground, desperately sticking the damaged human skin back onto their faces.

Others saw them as perfect.

Only when they looked at each other could they see the dense stitching on their faces.

But the boy, despite looking exactly like him, didn't have this act. During performances, his face didn't show any traces of human skin repairs.

He performed in his true colors, without needing makeup.

Clean, pure, yet missing the most essential resonance.

Li Zhiyuan: "You are the child of the Old Transgender. Under the Mother-child Heart Linked Gu, no matter how much you're molded to resemble me, you can't change your essence. You are just another extension of the Old Transgender's life...

You are the Old Transgender."

"No, no, not true! Such a stupid person, how can she be worthy of being my mother? She's unworthy!"

The boy was nearly frenzied atop the altar, stomping and waving his arms.

Li Zhiyuan calmly said:

"She's not your mom because you don't have a mom."

The boy was stunned.

In the next moment, he turned his head, looking at the severed head quietly lying in the corner.

Then suddenly, he hugged his own head, shaking it wildly:

"No, I have one, I have one, I'm not the Old Transgender, I'm you, I'm not a child without a mom, I have a mom, your mom is my mom, Li Lan, yes, Li Lan, Li Lan is my mom, Li Lan is my mother!"

Li Zhiyuan sighed, nodded: "If conditions allowed, I'd really want to package you and ship you to Li Lan as a Mother's Day present."

A scene appeared in the boy's mind: Li Lan receiving a package, opening it to find an eight-year-old boy inside, calling her "mom."

He didn't know if Li Lan would be surprised by this, but he did indeed look forward to this image.

Sadly, he couldn't even think of sending such a thing out, let alone allowing it to leave here.

This guy, was born and immediately killed his maternal body.

While conversing with him, he adopted psychological influence, keenly probing or sensing weakness, then started his attack.

He is an even more dangerous Old Transgender.

If he couldn't be dealt with here, if he were allowed to leave, a greater disaster was inevitable.

"Li Lan, my mom, Li Lan, she is my mom, Li Lan is my mother!"

The boy mumbled to himself, suddenly paused, mimicking Li Zhiyuan's earlier gesture, slightly tilting his head, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"No, Li Lan is your mom. My mom will only be more excellent than your mom. I will find her, someone worthy of being my mom. I will move back into her womb, hehe."

This isn't just child's talk.

Because he truly had the capability.

At this moment, the boy's laughter and expression melded with that of the Old Transgender from earlier.

At the lake bottom they entered, the large mass of corpses were primarily children.