Corpse Recovery Diver

In the Central Plains, these two would be bona fide Evil Cultivators.

Even in the Miao Border, if anyone in a village practiced their Gu Technique or associated with them, nearby villages would unite to attack them.

On the edge of the rooftop sat a young woman in a floral dress, her feet dangling below, wearing shorts to prevent any exposure.

Several birds fluttered around her, showing her affection.

At the second-floor staircase, a burly middle-aged man stood with arms crossed, leaning against a pillar.

His pores were large, muscles taut and strong, moving with each breath.

The two from the Corpse Gu Sect downstairs and those upstairs were clearly not allies. Though they were in the same building, they were on equal alert.

At this moment, a door on the second floor opened, and an old man emerged, holding a smoking pipe, his face beaming with red.

Apparently hearing the sound of the main gate opening, he came out to inspect, and with just one look, his face changed dramatically.

The old man recognized Li Zhiyuan, and Li Zhiyuan recognized him.

Mr. Tian.

Since he's here, it means Zhao Yi has arrived.

"Young master, young master!"

Mr. Tian, unconcerned about his smoking, immediately turned back to the room.

Li Zhiyuan knew he was acting.

The bird was sent out by the girl on the roof, and she should be one of Zhao Yi's subordinates.

So they already knew he was here.

Next, Zhao Yi would be called to the stage for a performance.

Zhao Yi appeared.

His emotions were complex and gradual.

But as Li Zhiyuan was a born actor who had just critiqued his eight-year-old performance, Zhao Yi's acting seemed slightly exaggerated.

"Brother Yuan!"

Zhao Yi hurriedly came downstairs.

The two from the Corpse Gu Sect sitting in the courtyard had their expressions turn somewhat grave.

In their view, although they were fewer in number, they were evenly matched. However, the sudden arrival of reinforcements on the other side made the situation less controllable.

Zhao Yi came up to Li Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyuan gently patted Xue Liangliang's shoulder.

Xue Liangliang turned to Zhao Yi, shifting the youth on his back, ready to hand over the injured.

Zhao Yi naturally reached out to carry Li Zhiyuan.

"Are you injured?"

"Yeah, lost too much blood, no strength left."

"I have some excellent blood replenishing medicine."

"Give it to me."

"Okay."

Zhao Yi carried Li Zhiyuan to the second floor, turning to glance at Xue Liangliang standing at the entrance below on the way up.

A room had been specially cleared out, with only two mattresses. One was probably Zhao Yi's, and the other Mr. Tian's.

Zhao Yi placed the young man on his mattress.

Mr. Tian approached with concern, asking, "Are you alright?"

Li Zhiyuan countered, "Do I look alright to you now?"

Mr. Tian's face showed an awkward smile.

Zhao Yi pushed Mr. Tian aside, telling him, "Go bring our Qi Replenishing Pills."

"Ah, yes, young master."

Mr. Tian took out a jade bottle from his bag and handed it over.

Zhao Yi opened the bottle cap and poured out a pill.

As soon as the pill emerged, it emitted a fragrant medicinal aroma.

Zhao Yi brought the pill to the young man's mouth, and he opened his mouth.

"No way." Zhao Yi withdrew the pill, handed it to Mr. Tian, "My Brother Yuan is too weak now, and the medicine's potency is too strong. It might not be beneficial. Go boil it in water and make a third of a bowl to give him."

"Alright, young master."

Mr. Tian left the room with the pill.

Down below, Xue Liangliang pointed at the burly Xu Ming standing on the second floor, "Hey, why are you just standing there? Come down and help me carry the injured up. You're so big but not doing any work."

Xu Ming frowned, unsure how to respond.

Seeing Mr. Tian come out, Xu Ming directed an inquiring look his way.

Mr. Tian nodded to him.

Xu Ming went downstairs and moved four comatose heavily injured individuals from a tractor to another second-floor bedroom.

Xue Liangliang walked to Mr. Tian, who was brewing medicine on the second floor, and patted his shoulder, "Old man, do you know medicine?"

Mr. Tian smiled awkwardly, saying, "I'm just dissolving a pill."

"You're modest."

"Really, I'm not humble. My medical skills are very shallow."

"Then kindly assist in taking care of those four as well. Even if shallow, you know something. I'm completely clueless; saving lives isn't my forte."

"Of course, we're old acquaintances, with ties. We would do it without your instructions."

"Hmm, thank you for your hard work."

After everyone was moved to the second floor, Xue Liangliang walked downstairs alone.

Mr. Tian watched Xue Liangliang's back, eyes filled with contemplation.

The others, they had all met at the Shizhuo Zhao Family before, except for this one.

He seemed to be part of their team, yet his behavior suggested otherwise.

Meanwhile, the inexplicable sense of affinity when interacting with them left him uneasy.

Xue Liangliang sat casually before the two Corpse Gu Sect disciples, reaching out to lift the pot in front of them, revealing meat porridge cooking inside.

"I'm hungry."

The two Corpse Gu Sect disciples just looked at him without saying a word.

"Can I have a bowl of hot porridge? I've soaked in water for so long, just want something warm to eat."

The two exchanged a glance.

It was the first time someone dared to eat their food.

If you said he was an outsider, knowing nothing, it might be understandable. Yet this person clearly knew the people upstairs, proving he couldn't be an outsider.