Corpse Recovery Diver

Their family didn't go to burn incense during the New Year, but now they were rushing there in a hurry.

On the way, a car accident occurred.

The tractor first hit the truck head-on while going the wrong way, then flipped sideways into the ditch. The four people on the vehicle were crushed beyond recognition, all dead, without a single survivor.

What Li Zhiyuan found strange was the way these four people died — too clean, too orderly, yet it could still be disguised as a car accident.

This was definitely not something those three formed little ones could have done.

Indeed, when Li Zhiyuan accompanied the Grandmaster to the Wu family again to hold a vegetarian vigil and funeral, the Grandmaster saw three small figures standing by the offering table during the ritual.

They were already formed, but they only carried resentment and not much Evil Qi, meaning they hadn't had the chance to be stained by human blood.

Therefore, the death of Luo Jinhua and the others was really just an accident.

A very coincidental accident.

Li Zhiyuan looked at the back of his Grandmaster.

He couldn't help but be suspicious because he had experienced something similar before.

He still remembered the time he received Luck from the Grandmaster, won money playing cards, and then immediately felt inexplicably uneasy.

If Mr. Shan hadn't taken half the money to lose it back for him, the things that happened next would have been hard to handle.

After all, Luo Jinhua and the others were still in arrears with the Grandmaster's wages.

Such a matter could be big or small.

But that afternoon, after burying that poor child, it was because of his good hearing that he heard what Luo Jinhua and the others said.

The Grandmaster didn't have such good hearing, but the wind could indeed carry those words.

The one under the Peach Forest, to avoid losing Merit unnecessarily in such matters, actively used peach blossoms to cover the map, taking on the backlash for himself.

And the Grandmaster didn't want him to dirty his hands at all.

Although, the Grandmaster didn't know about this himself.

He, the instigator, had somehow been left completely clean.

Interestingly enough, the dumplings were already cooked and on the table before they noticed there wasn't any vinegar left in the bottle.

After staying by the Grandmaster for a while, the three kids left; instead of dissipating, they went to their father, Wu Youhou.

Wu Youhou, being a filial son, knelt there in mourning garb, and those three kids all climbed onto him, glaring at him fiercely.

The dead were already dead, even if it was an accident, they faced retribution and paid with their lives.

But other than that, the three kids also bore deep resentment toward their father.

In some matters, Wu Youhou might have had suspicions, but he deliberately chose not to believe them.

If Luo Jinhua and the others were direct murderers, then Wu Youhou was, in another sense, an accomplice.

Kneeling there, Wu Youhou's eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was dark.

He hadn't slept for several days because the moment he closed his eyes, he would first hear the cries of children in his ears, and scenes from past life would emerge in his mind.

Many details that he originally didn't want to face or would actively ignore and blur were spread out again and forcibly imprinted in front of him.

No matter how unwilling he was emotionally, he had to admit the fact that the death of his three children was not an accident, nor was it because his wife had difficulty bearing children.

During the day, Li Zhiyuan was busy assisting his Grandmaster, not paying attention to the three kids, just letting them cling to their father.

Because four people died suddenly, a vigil had to be held for the spirits.

The Grandmaster held a Peach Wood Sword in his hand, sitting behind a pile of Buddhist and Taoist screens, chanting scriptures.

While chanting, the Grandmaster fell asleep, but the rhythm of his snoring was somewhat similar to the cadence of his chanting, anyway, it was all muddled and indistinct.

Last time, while keeping vigil at the Niu family, it was the same. Liu Jinxia and Mr. Shan were almost worn out by the Corpse Demon, but the Grandmaster was still able to sleep soundly like nothing had happened.

The second brother, Wu Yougen, knelt before the brazier in the mourning hall, ensuring the fire inside didn't go out.

Li Zhiyuan walked over, grabbed a handful of Yuanbao, and tossed it into the brazier, followed by stuffing a large stack of yellow paper inside.

Wu Yougen was simple-hearted, the kind of honest person without much on his mind.

Normally, you can't throw too many things in at once when burning paper; not only does it burn incompletely, but it also causes smoke.

But Wu Yougen just smiled at Li Zhiyuan, then picked up a stick to spread out the Yuanbao and yellow paper the young lad just tossed in, allowing them to fully burn.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Inside the mourning hall, explosions echoed collectively from the four rented crystal coffins.

Paper offerings were meant for the revered and virtuous; only such people could handle a bit of Dragon King's paper offerings.

Those four inside, did they deserve it?

Like not being able to handle a tonic, under strong backlash, it would either result in the soul scattering severely, or at the least, forever losing the chance to reincarnate as a human in the next life.

This life, they hadn't done any meritorious deeds, instead harboring a heap of karma; who knows how many lifetimes they will have to spend as animals to repay this kind of "fortune."

Wu Yougen raised his head in surprise, and when he found the young man beside him indifferent, he began to doubt whether the sound he heard earlier was just his auditory hallucination.

After staying a while longer, Li Zhiyuan left.

In the corner of the tent, he saw Wu Youhou, curled up, clutching his head.

The three children viciously clung to "father," starting to gnaw.

Luo Jinhua and the others died too quickly and neatly. According to the logic, after avenging themselves on Luo Jinhua and the others, the combination of Evil Qi and resentment would gradually turn them into Evil Ghosts.