Corpse Recovery Diver

Uncle Qin taught Run Sheng martial arts, but during that time, Uncle Qin was severely injured when he returned.

Aunt Liu taught Yin Meng poison techniques, and almost got poisoned to death by Yin Meng. Is it really just because Meng Meng is exceptionally gifted in poison techniques?

Run Sheng and Yin Meng, they only made vows to the Dragon King, so the retribution is much lighter than mine.

At that time, the old lady felt really guilty and couldn't bear it, so she collected a large set of basic books and handed them to me.

Even so, the old lady probably coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in secret.

The young man was born into a wealthy family but went out empty-handed to struggle.

Therefore, this copper coin sword, Li Zhiyuan was reluctant to give away.

He couldn't use the good things at home, so the ones he picked up outside, he naturally had to cherish.

"Stingy."

Zhao Yi placed the copper coin sword back into the young man's hand.

Li Zhiyuan: "Mr. Zhao, you haven't lived through hard days."

"Ha, being called 'young master' by a proper Dragon King family, feels like my bones have softened a bit.

But you ate a whole pot of food yourself. At least leave me something between your fingers; you can't let me make this trip for nothing. I missed this wave, the next wave will come fast for me, and I'll suffer losses."

"I owe you nothing."

"I originally could have at least half of that pot of food."

"If I delay one more day, even if you and your people arrive, even if we reach a cooperation, do you think you'd be in a leading position? Ask yourself, do you dare?"

Zhao Yi bit his lip tightly.

He raised his fists again, pounding the floor hard.

Mr. Tian opened the door again.

"Get lost!"

"Alright, young master."

Zhao Yi looked at his reddened fists and said:

"When you saw that stone tablet, you should have known I might come. At that time, you were ahead. I believe, with your wisdom, you could set a trap for me ahead of time for me to jump in."

"I did think about it."

"But you ultimately didn't do that. So, an eye for an eye..."

"Don't make yourself sound so noble; you just didn't dare to gamble."

"Pa!"

Zhao Yi slapped himself hard.

"Pa!"

Once wasn't enough, he slapped himself again, for symmetry.

This time, Mr. Tian didn't push the door open to see what was happening.

Zhao Yi, with a face red on both sides, lowered his head, staring intently at the young man lying in front of him.

Li Zhiyuan didn't meet his gaze again but closed his eyes. After drinking the medicine, his body felt warm and sleepy.

Zhao Yi: "I'll ask you one last time, do you regret not setting up to kill me, putting yourself in this situation?"

"What situation?"

"The current one."

"A tiger fallen to a flat plain, bullied by dogs?"

"Sort of... yeah."

"I regret it.

But it's not just regretting this one thing. Not setting it up ahead to kill you is secondary; I shouldn't have gone to that Evil's lair proactively. That thing's secret technique has usage limitations based on location.

I should have let that Evil be born, and when it left its lair, I would make my move.

Or let that Evil start killing first, then summarize patterns from the murder samples, prepare the bait in advance, and wait for it to bite.

Anyway, the Heavenly Dao only cares about the results. As long as there's no great disaster, some errors and omissions can be offset by merits, and I should still have something to gain."

"Then why didn't you do it that way?"

Li Zhiyuan's face showed a look of pain.

Zhao Yi panicked and quickly said, "Hey, there's no poison in the soup I fed you!"

He could feel that the young man wasn't pretending, and it seemed he was enduring some intense spiritual pain.

Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes, bloodshot gradually spreading in them:

"Because I was foolish!"

He could have reduced the risk; of course, the risk wouldn't disappear into thin air, it would only transfer.

His risk reduced, and the ordinary people in the surrounding villages and towns would bear this risk.

He knew clearly that when making the decision, he avoided some things.

Faced with Zhao Wuyang's stone tablet and gifts, he felt that designing against Zhao Yi in that context was uninteresting.

Leading people to the lake bed early was to prevent the Old Transgender from giving birth and starting a blood sacrifice; he certainly knew how unlikely it was for the lake bottom to have enough living people for the blood sacrifice, and she wasn't someone who'd kill just anyone, she was very picky about her victims.

Let's just say, under the General's Tomb, the collective bow of the four Old Heavenly Gate ancestors to him, and the scene of them stepping into the big formation one by one to perish...

Created a breach in his heart.

Since returning from Zhangjiajie, every time he visited Grandma Liu's house to see Alii, he would deliberately stand in front of the shrine on the third floor for a while.

You can't uphold the authority of the Dragon King's Court while asking the dead to die again for your journey through Jianghu and escape the responsibilities under the Dragon King's Court.

A person can't just enjoy rights without bearing obligations.

Actually, someone like me should take the path of Wei Zhengdao; history books might not record him, and even though Jianghu retains traces of him, no one knows who he is.

Unknown to all, naturally, there are no bindings, and actions can be without scruples.

But the problem is, I've already set foot on this path.

In this view, at the entrance ceremony of the Qin and Liu Families, the spontaneous combustion of the lamp might also mean this: afraid I'd learn the magic artifacts of the Dragon King family and then regret it, they locked me up in advance.

Although I've lost the specific memories from my dreams, Li Zhiyuan can't help but wonder:

Is the Heavenly Dao this deliberate against me because it was once scared by Wei Zhengdao?

Finally, Li Zhiyuan's expression calmed down.

"Are you okay now?"

"Mm."

Zhao Yi washed the towel again, came over to help the young man wipe his face, and asked while wiping: