Corpse Recovery Diver

This setup, not to mention organizing a funeral, is more than enough to hold a collective memorial for a Jianghu sect.

The next day, there was an even bigger event — an old overseas Chinese in Shigang Town, returning to his roots, requiring a larger-scale arrangement.

This is a true Nanyang Chinese returning to invest in the motherland, not like Ding Dalin showing false pretenses.

His son was willing to spend money for the occasion, so this time, Li Sanjiang not only brought along Xiong Shan and Uncle Qin but also called upon Run Sheng, Tan Wenbin, and Lin Shuyou, effectively bringing along Li Zhiyuan's Dragon King team.

Uncle Qin was long accustomed to it; since his early years living here, he had always done this kind of work.

Tan Wenbin and the others were also happy to go along with Mr. Li and enjoyed going out and having fun with him.

At home, it became much quieter as a result.

Li Zhiyuan and Alii would first paint in the house, and when they got tired, the two would sit on the terrace chairs, playing chess and enjoying the scenery.

Liu Yumei sat downstairs drinking tea, occasionally looking up at the two of them, smiling.

The joy of playing with grandchildren can hardly be surpassed by any beauty.

Before preparing dinner, Aunt Liu would stand leaning against the kitchen door frame, eating sunflower seeds while watching the two kids upstairs.

No matter how rushing the river waves, after washing past, the river will return to a state of calm.

Li Zhiyuan was grateful to Liu Yumei.

Indeed, when he went on his river journey due to a sudden call to action, the gear he carried was far less than Zhao Yi's.

However, the old lady, for his sake, restored the "home" atmosphere to what it once was again.

She had done everything in her power to give him everything she could.

After dinner, Li Zhiyuan walked into the east room.

The original offering table and nameplates had long been rearranged here.

The familiar table, familiar stools, familiar candles, familiar layout, along with familiar names and new nameplates.

Li Zhiyuan sat in a chair, facing the nameplates on the offering table.

Liu Yumei usually enjoyed sitting here, chatting away with the nameplates.

Li Zhiyuan had nothing to say.

Alii stood quietly beside him, waiting for the young man to finish his gaze before going up to choose a nameplate as raw material.

Finally, Li Zhiyuan finished looking and stood up.

Alii went forward and selected the ancestors.

Then, Li Zhiyuan accompanied Alii, whittling the object he had been staring at into wooden flower rolls.

In the countryside, dinner is eaten early, and those who don't have to wait for kids to come home from school eat even earlier.

After school, Cui Cui would finish her meal at home, then bring her homework to write at Li Sanjiang's house.

She wanted to play with Alii.

Although most of the time, Alii would either be painting, crafting, or sitting on the terrace enjoying the view, ignoring her.

Cui Cui didn't mind; as long as Sister Alii was beside her, she felt content.

Sometimes, after finishing her homework, she would help grind ink and wash brushes, and after Alii was done with her crafts, she'd help clean up a bit.

When sitting on the terrace with Alii in a daze, she couldn't help but secretly giggle.

When she encountered a question she couldn't solve during homework, she'd just show a bitter face and scratch her head, then Alii would pick up a pen and write out the steps and answers for her.

When Li Zhiyuan had previously tutored Tan Wenbin in preparation for the college entrance exam, Alii would watch from the side.

Come nightfall, Li Sanjiang returned, leading the "big squad."

Li Sanjiang led the conversation about the host's meal today; it was evident that the Grandmaster had enjoyed both the food and drink.

Before going to bed at night, Li Zhiyuan would usually sit face to face with the Grandmaster, except when the latter was drunk.

After tucking the Grandmaster in, Li Zhiyuan returned to his bedroom and started writing the "Chasing Faraway Secret Scroll."

The previous wave wasn't one he plucked from Alii's dream, and later he found it was connected to Zhao Yi's team.

He had to reintegrate this new rule pattern into it.

Even though handling it himself and completing it in advance could ensure the entire merit was pocketed, he also had to consider hedging the risks.

This time it was Zhao Yi, whom he knew well, so it was fine, but what if it were some reckless newcomer?

The smart ones can be outsmarted; the stubborn fools are often the ones immune to all poisons.

As the difficulty of the upcoming waves increases, such collaborative models will inevitably appear more frequently, requiring a pre-prepared solution.

He looked at the time, set down the pen, and turned off the desk lamp.

Before going to bed, Li Zhiyuan walked past the drawing desk and saw the painting Alii hadn't finished.

This time, after listening to his narration, Alii improved the layout of the scroll.

She divided a painting into five scenes, corresponding to Lin Shuyou, Yin Meng, Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng, and herself.

It was their first time entering the painting.

However, the young man understood Alii's true intention.

By painting it this way, she could compress Li Zhiyuan's scene, only needing to depict the scenario of Li Zhiyuan confronting the big-bellied Old Transgender, without having to meticulously include the "eight-year-old boy" in the scene.

In Alii's vision, this painting is meant for them to enjoy flipping through together later, and she doesn't want the young man to frown uncomfortably each time he flips to this page.

Having gone to bed too early the previous night, waking up too early as well, Li Zhiyuan happened to see Alii walking up when carrying his basin out for washing up.

Today, she wore a white dress, which overshadowed the early morning sun yet was again overshadowed by the girl herself.

Li Zhiyuan: "Going fishing today."

Alii blinked, turned, and walked downstairs.

Soon, the old lady's voice came from downstairs: "If it gets dirty, so be it."

The clothes made for her granddaughter, besides those the young man fancied, the granddaughter would wear a few more times, like the mamianqun she once wore.