Corpse Recovery Diver

"Do you have some kind of problem?"

"Yes."

"Can it be cured?"

"I'm working on it."

"For someone like you, having a few issues is normal. If you were too healthy, it would actually seem a bit out of place."

"You sure talk a lot, it's annoying. Let's bet, shall we?"

Zhao Yi wiped off, tied the towel around his neck, and pulled hard.

"Uh..."

He really pulled hard, turning his face red, and only let go when it was about to turn purple.

He stood up and walked out of the room.

Mr. Tian looked at his young master's haggard expression and couldn't help but wonder if the two had a fight earlier?

The young man was so weak, yet he could still make the young master look like this. This injury was indeed pretended!

Zhao Yi stood at the railing, and below, Xue Liangliang was engaged in a long conversation with those two from the Corpse Gu Sect.

Xue Liangliang was sharing his experiences.

The Bai family had put in a lot of effort behind the scenes to ensure the birth of children and guarantee their distorted heritage, which was essentially a kind of Secret Technique.

These things, Xue Liangliang naturally didn't know.

Fortunately, he didn't know, so he could offer explanations from a mysterious and profound perspective to enlighten the two.

If he were to talk about specific details, it would be easy to give himself away.

And the two from the Corpse Gu Sect, having preconceived notions and knowing how difficult this matter was, genuinely believed Xue Liangliang's mysterious words.

They looked at Xue Liangliang as if he were a totem spirit, a benefactor sent to bless them.

Even so, standing on the second floor, Zhao Yi still thought Xue Liangliang was faking it.

The Emperor's new clothes are not difficult to expose.

All it takes is for me to say a few words or accidentally do something, and once those two from the Corpse Gu Sect realize they've been fooled, they would become even angrier and retaliate wildly against Xue Liangliang and the injured in the room.

However, as Li Zhiyuan said, he didn't dare to gamble.

Even with a 99% certainty, he still wouldn't dare take that slightest risk.

Back at the Shizhuo Zhao Family, I stood on the roof, and the young man stood below.

The young man looked up at me and said, "I'm standing On the River, do you dare to come down?"

That scene left a psychological shadow on Zhao Yi.

He truly feared that if he made a move, the young man would immediately stand up and say: Thank you for giving me a justified reason to kill you, no need to give face to your ancestor.

Zhao Yi's "accident" and "explanation" could only be disclosed to the Heavenly Dao, but from the perspective of the young man, his actions already constituted a cause for retribution.

All heavily injured, leaving an ordinary person here to pretend to be a master.

This is damn near like fishing with a straight hook!

It would be better if both sides were healthy, forming a team to solve the Evil, and at that time, play mind games with him. This way, I would feel much more at ease.

Zhao Yi hardened his heart, turned around once more, with a "bang!" pushed open the door, and walked back into the room.

The young man lay on the bedding, sighing somewhat helplessly.

Zhao Yi: "There's something I need you to cooperate in saying. You should know what it is."

"I know, but I won't say it."

"I'm begging you!"

"It's useless."

"On the River, with boats vying forward, but adhering to the Righteous Path. We are adversaries, yet also guardians of the Heavenly Dao. I, Zhao Yi, will not take advantage at your peril!"

"Still gutless."

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Zhao Yi was going mad.

This guy, he wouldn't even cooperate to pretend a bit, so I could stabilize my state of mind!

Li Zhiyuan reluctantly raised his head, looked at Zhao Yi standing at the door, and said:

"Wave by wave, accumulate as much Merit as you can, and when the road narrows to the end, when you truly encounter me, just sensibly step aside."

Zhao Yi calmed down completely and spoke:

"In the Ancestor's Notes, a similar scene was once recorded where an extraordinarily talented individual stood before an ancestor, making the ancestor unable to lift his head.

The ancestor described it in words as a mountain obstructing him.

Later, he died, and the mountain collapsed.

Do you know what the ancestor thought at that time?"

Li Zhiyuan might deal with Zhao Yi casually, but he couldn't be disrespectful to Zhao Wuyang.

He couldn't casually say something like "your ancestor was gutless" as he did before.

Li Zhiyuan: "Your ancestor must have been very sad."

Zhao Yi, hearing this, wavered, almost unable to stand.

Every Dragon King's notes are taboo objects, and not many in the family qualify or dare to read them.

Therefore, the young man could never have sneaked a peek at the notes.

Zhao Yi leaned on the doorframe: "You understand my ancestor better than I do."

Li Zhiyuan remained silent.

Zhao Yi continued: "Sometimes, having a mountain ahead that you must respect isn't necessarily a bad thing.

But the one who laughs last, laughs best.

Li Zhiyuan,

If one day I hear news of your death, I will be saddened too."

"Sentimental."

Zhao Yi shrugged, turned, walked out the door, and pointed to the two Corpse Gu Sect disciples below:

"Either follow the agreement and continue to lead us to your sect's recorded perilous place.

Or, start a fight here right now, and I will slay you on the spot!"

The two Corpse Gu Sect disciples' expressions turned cold, glancing back at Zhao Yi standing on the second floor.

Then they stood up and respectfully saluted Xue Liangliang, who was sitting there.

Xue Liangliang encouraged them: "Keep going, where there is a will, there is a way."

The two cast grateful looks, one left a package in front of Xue Liangliang, and then turned and walked out of the earthen building.