Corpse Recovery Diver

Moreover, Zhao Yi's group has already caused them much apprehension, and he just directly commanded Zhao Yi's group.

As for the group of unconscious casualties that were carried in earlier… it should be that he single-handedly rescued them.

"You eat it."

"Thank you."

Xue Liangliang served himself a large bowl.

"Uh, do you have chopsticks?"

The woman pulled out a pair of chopsticks from her sleeve, they were gray, and looked at Xue Liangliang half-smilingly.

Xue Liangliang took them without hesitation, stirred the meat porridge in the bowl, and started eating directly.

He didn't have a choice regardless of whether it was poisonous or not.

However, the taste of the porridge was really good.

Xue Liangliang asked, "What kind of meat is this? It's so delicious."

The man was about to reply, but Xue Liangliang interrupted himself:

"Never mind, just pretend I didn't ask. I don't want to spoil my appetite."

"Would you like to drink some wine?" the woman asked.

Xue Liangliang shook his head, "Drinking can easily lead to mistakes."

The woman said, "It's homemade wine, very low alcohol content, it won't get you drunk."

"Then I can give it a try."

The woman placed her hands on her lap, and a third hand emerged from inside her clothes, holding a gourd, and handed it to Xue Liangliang.

This hand was extremely pale, with obvious corpse spots, its nails embedded with yellow mud, like a piece of ice, emanating a slight white vapor.

Xue Liangliang put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, took the gourd with his left hand, and grabbed the third hand with his right hand, spreading the palm open to look at the veins, then casually touching from the wrist to the arm.

"Heh, impossible, not even a bit warm."

His reaction made the man straighten his back.

The woman looked puzzled, "Warmth?"

Xue Liangliang uncorked the gourd, took a sip of the wine inside, sweet and somewhat greasy, but in the mountains during winter, it was quite suitable.

"At least it should have some warmth, like a living person's hand."

The woman asked back, "Can the dead come back to life?"

Xue Liangliang: "Is it that difficult?"

The woman shook her head, "I don't know how to do it."

Xue Liangliang: "Think for yourself."

After pondering, the woman made a guess: "Transplantation of living limbs?"

Xue Liangliang nearly spat out his mouthful of wine, doing his best to maintain composure to avoid giving himself away, but the more restrained he was, the harder it was to hold it back.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."

To avoid being seen, he covered his mouth, raised his head, and started coughing.

The woman also looked up at the sky, was this a taboo that couldn't be known by the Heavenly Dao?

She immediately stood up, bowed to Xue Liangliang, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your teachings, I don't know how to thank you?"

After finishing coughing, Xue Liangliang put down the gourd, picked up the remaining half bowl of porridge at his feet, and said:

"It's all in the wine, and in the porridge."

The woman looked at the man, and the man looked at the woman, both feeling it's not appropriate to stay seated.

The man crossed his hands in front of him, asking, "Doesn't the honored guest know our identities?"

Xue Liangliang: "Do you think I know or not?"

The man asked again, "Since the honored guest knows our identities, why do you still guide and help us?"

Xue Liangliang pondered for a moment, then said:

"When looking at problems, don't just look at the surface, see them from a developmental perspective. Especially when looking at regional issues, respect historical, geographical, customary and other objective reasons, don't dismiss them outright. On the basis of deep understanding, guide it to form a synergy in the future."

Teaching without discrimination?

Both of them tensed up again.

After Xue Liangliang finished his bowl of porridge, the woman stood up and took the bowl to serve Xue Liangliang more porridge, while the man bent down to add more firewood, both kept busy, not sitting back down.

The second bowl of porridge went down quickly, and Xue Liangliang began calmly waiting for the poison to take effect.

If there was poison in the porridge, he would surely die.

He looked around, unsure what to say, yet he couldn't let the atmosphere become awkward.

Seeing that the couple was now squatting by the bonfire, he asked, "Why aren't you sitting?"

The couple exchanged a glance, and each one answered:

"Sitting for too long."

"The stone is hard."

"Indeed." Xue Liangliang nodded, shifting to sit on the ground, getting closer to the fire, feeling warmer, "By the way, are you two a couple?"

The woman lowered her head.

The man spoke up, "We cannot marry."

Xue Liangliang: "Why?"

The woman lifted her hair, "Only people can get married."

Xue Liangliang shook his head, picked up a small wooden piece, threw it into the bonfire:

"That's a limited perspective."

The man looked astonished, the woman looked joyful.

Xue Liangliang thought of her, and said, "Even if not human, it's still possible to marry."

Upon hearing this, the man and the woman both had their breaths become rapid.

Xue Liangliang thought of his unborn child, and said:

"Not only can they marry, but they can also have children."

Lying requires performance, truth does not require enactment.

Only those who have truly experienced it can reveal such genuine emotional texture.

As soon as Xue Liangliang finished speaking, the two of them turned around, half-kneeling and facing Xue Liangliang:

"Please, senior, teach us."

...

On the second floor, Xu Ming no longer had his arms crossed, nor leaned against the pillar, but with a very serious gaze, looked at the three people in the courtyard below.

On the rooftop, Sun Yan had stopped swinging her legs and had her bird companions move slightly away, observing below.

The two from the Corpse Gu Sect were the clues for their team's current wave of investigation, related to the renowned historical Holy Maiden of the Miao Border from this sect.

Although they weren't afraid of these two, they'd never let their guard down around them.

Mr. Tian also watched this scene below, after scooping out a bowl of medicinal brew, he carefully carried it inside.