Corpse Recovery Diver

The White Crane Child held a trident in his other hand and stabbed it towards the Tang King's head.

"Ah!!!"

The Tang King let out a wretched scream, black mist boiling over his body.

In the vertical pupils of the White Crane Child, there was a hint of pleasure and excitement.

Ever since this divination child followed that youth in Zou Jiang, he had almost always faced formidable foes at every arrival, and beside that youth, horrifying entities appeared from whom even he could not avert his gaze.

At long last, there was finally a small, ordinary target he could easily crush and shatter.

Having worked on high-difficulty tasks for so long, suddenly encountering a low-difficulty one truly allowed the child to enjoy.

The Tang King's shrill screams propagated outward continuously through the big speaker above the stage.

"Bang!"

The speaker could not withstand it, turning into shattered electronic noise that spread around.

The surrounding residents holding benches regained clarity in their gaze, as if waking from a dream.

The White Crane Child stirred the trident, and the Tang King's head shattered.

The opera costume fell, the stage vanished.

It was still the same farmland.

In front, there was a rat as large as a cat, its head already shattered, the trident standing at one end.

Besides, there was a broken speaker and two or three old opera costumes beside the rat.

The White Crane Child pulled out the trident and raised his foot, stepping onto the rat's corpse.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The headless rat corpse surprisingly could still scream.

This creature had intended to use fake death to escape, but how could such a trick deceive the child's vertical pupils?

Amidst its last screams, the child raised his neck, expression showing enjoyment.

This sound is the truly good singing.

"Bang!"

Ultimately, the rat's body completely exploded.

The child lowered his head for a glance, still unsatisfied.

In comparison, this time he wasn't in Zou Jiang, and he dealt with an unimportant role, hence the merit was not high.

However, when the child raised his head to look into the sky, he discovered a new phenomenon, or trend.

The youth intended to establish a Daoist field and raise a gate here.

Folk heritage has a strong regional nature, each area has its own unique traditional features, people have their domains, and gods also have their incense territories.

The child began to ponder to himself: if only a shrine to the Official General Head could be established here.

But soon this idea was discarded by the child.

First, he does not dare to speak to the youth about this.

Second, even if he establishes a shrine to the Official General Head and invites them all over, he would still rank last, only working hard for someone else's benefit.

Suddenly, the child had another idea.

If he doesn't establish a shrine to the Official General Head, could he possibly be established alone in the youth's Daoist field?

Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.

If worst comes to worst, he would venture out on his own!

The vertical pupils vanished, and the child left.

Lin Shuyou stood in place; as the possessed divination child, he could "hear" the child's previous thoughts, or rather, this was the child's intention to specifically tell him this way.

"This..."

Lin Shuyou, for a moment, didn't know what to say.

What should he say to his grandfather and master next time he went back?

Should he straightforwardly tell them,

The White Crane Child wishes to switch jobs?

...

"Rushing water! Rushing water! Rushing water!"

At night, in this high school building, the faucets in every bathroom on each floor were all turned on automatically.

Yin Meng sat on the rooftop with a bag of pepper and salt peanuts, tossing them into her mouth one by one.

Mr. Li would often buy snacks for Brother Xiao Yuan, but Brother Xiao Yuan rarely eats them.

Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin are also not in the habit of eating snacks usually.

Afraid of expiration, these snacks would ultimately end up in Yin Meng's mouth.

Back at the shop in Haihe University, her mouth was never idle either.

It caused Lu Yi, to settle the accounts well, to always set aside a portion each time he restocked, to cover Yin Meng's snack loss.

As a Chuanyu native, the love for life is etched in the bones, able to endure hardships while also being indulgent in eating.

In most construction sites or factories, during meal times post-work, the best food is often found among the Chuanyu workers.

Thus, since Yin Meng arrived in Nantong, she has always found life here uninteresting, dull, and lacking in excitement.

After nightfall, apart from schools and factories where the lights remain on, it's hard to find a large-scale night market street in the urban area.

Therefore, the long suppression can also produce issues.

Yin Meng had arrived at this school early to wait, it was eleven at night, students had just left the teaching building after evening study, and the classroom lights and streetlights had also all turned off, plunging into desolation.

And the filth had eagerly begun to absorb this fresh resentment.

Not long ago, a few had probably jumped off the building, further tensing the Feng Shui configuration.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Yin Meng was growing impatient, as the snacks she brought in her bag were almost finished. How could she chew on compressed biscuits?

Finally, the light bulb in the restroom beneath her began to flicker, and a dark silhouette gradually took form.

A male student ran back to the teaching building, holding a love letter in his arms, planning to come momentarily without anyone, and tuck it into the desired female student's desk.

The most repressive academic atmosphere can barely completely suppress a youthful, restless heart.

After placing the letter, the male student intended to conveniently use the restroom.

As he approached the restroom, he saw a wet silhouette in a school uniform walking out of the restroom, grinning fiercely at him.