Corpse Recovery Diver

He simply followed Brother Xiao Yuan's instructions and split the table as firewood.

While chopping one of the table legs, he discovered a small hollow inside with a piece of yellow silk cloth tucked in, and it wrapped a piece of broken jade.

Li Zhiyuan took the silk cloth, unfolded it, and five words appeared:

[Mu Royal Mansion Treasure]

The entire silk cloth contained only these five words. Li Zhiyuan carefully checked it, finding no hidden layers, special marks, or paints; there was no need to try wetting or fire heating.

This broken jade, by proportion, should represent one-third of the original jade.

Moreover, it has special carvings and seems intentionally crafted for use as divination guidance tools rather than broken accidentally.

Lin Shuyou: "Mu Royal Mansion?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Yes, go on."

Sometimes partners truly provide novel ideas.

Lin Shuyou: "The Mu Royal Mansion in Yunnan?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Yes."

Lin Shuyou: "Treasure against the Qing dynasty, Heaven and Earth Society?"

Li Zhiyuan: "The Deer and the Cauldron?"

Lin Shuyou: "Yes, exactly that!"

Li Zhiyuan: "The Mu Royal Mansion in that story has water radicals, while this 'wood' doesn't."

Lin Shuyou: "Ah?"

Li Zhiyuan: "But it's still in Yunnan, probably referring to the hereditary Tusi of Lijiang."

The youth began to ponder, is this considered a clue?

But if it is a clue, it's quite distant, in Yunnan.

Moreover, the way the clue was given is indeed straightforward, hidden right in the table leg.

Li Zhiyuan faintly doubted whether this was the Heavenly Dao's "ushering hand" after he and Wei Zhengdao's "righteous severance."

"If that's the case, it shouldn't just provide one clue, there should be at least three."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuyou quickly said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I'll split the other three table legs to check!"

"Mm, okay."

Li Zhiyuan nodded and went upstairs holding the silk cloth and broken jade.

Alii wasn't sitting on the patio chair, so she must be in her room painting.

He opened the door and walked into the room; sure enough, Alii was standing at the desk painting.

Seeing the youth come in, the girl smiled at him.

Li Zhiyuan stepped closer, glanced at the painting, and noticed the girl's latest brush strokes seemed somewhat abrupt.

Ink painting emphasizes unity of mood—not requiring uninterrupted strokes but rather that the painter maintains the same emotion each time they pick up the brush.

This creative issue shouldn't appear with Alii unless her emotions were somehow influenced.

Li Zhiyuan didn't speak, merely supported himself on the desk, continuing to admire the painting.

He had told the girl before, if anything happened, she must tell him regardless of danger.

Between them, dangerous things were even more interesting.

The youth disliked the dilemma of "I know there's danger but I can't tell you."

Worry when needed, protect when needed, and do what must be done.

The girl extended a finger, gently touching the back of the youth's hand.

The youth turned and looked at her.

The girl opened her palm to him, her eyes shining.

"Something's coming?"

The girl nodded.

Since the Dream Ghost incident, Alii's dream creatures have been extremely obedient, avoiding too much, making it impossible for Li Zhiyuan to catch them.

Li Zhiyuan also understood that these insignificant things will eventually become a thing of the past.

But now, something has returned.

This isn't one of the old things; if it were, Alii would be accustomed, and her mood wouldn't be disturbed while painting.

So, what arrives this time is significant.

Not bothering to incite little troublemakers against a girl but has a historic grudge against the Qin and Liu Families, choosing revenge when the time is right.

In comparison, this can be considered upright, but simultaneously... more dangerous.

Li Zhiyuan reached out, entwining his fingers with the girl's and closed his eyes.

Familiar bungalow, familiar offering table, familiar cracked ancestral tablets.

But this time, the crack colors of these tablets changed: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, all colors.

Because in reality, the East Room's tablets were newly customized, and the girl had already figured out their materials, also conveniently setting ancestral "material restoration" in her consciousness.

Though even with color changes, ultimately lacking spirit.

Li Zhiyuan lowered his head, seeing a long shadow beneath him.

This isn't his shadow; he's not that tall.

Something is now standing outside the threshold.

Except for the first Granny Yu, no other Evil dares stand so close, so arrogantly.

Li Zhiyuan turned around facing outward.

Outside the threshold, there's a chair with a person sitting.

This person is very tall; even seated, taller than an average male.

He wears a black robe embroidered with various birds and beasts—not a python robe or official wear, it possesses strict regulation yet can't match any dynasty's formal wear in Li Zhiyuan's memory.

Generally, this indicates the attire's standard circulates within a small scope or family.

For example, the Qin and Liu Families have formal occasion dress codes.

His own family still has two sets sent by Grandma Liu.

The person bowed his head as if scrutinizing.

His head's position is deeply shadowed, only the gaze can be sensed flowing out, but the face isn't clear.

Li Zhiyuan lifted his head, catching the gaze, and calmly returned the stare.