Corpse Recovery Diver

The healing process cannot be disturbed. Wu Xin nodded in agreement and left the ward, but he felt upset and wanted to take a peek at the door. Then he saw Run Sheng standing at the door, smiling at him.

Wu Xin took out a pack of cigarettes, "Buddy, want to go have a smoke?"

Run Sheng shook his head, pulled out a silver box from his pocket, opened it, and took out a "cigar" from inside.

Run Sheng's cigars were always made by Aunt Liu, and Li Sanjiang's house also sold fragrant incense. Because the quality was so good, they sold well despite being a little pricey.

Initially, the design of this thick incense was somewhat too simple. Later, Yin Meng personally selected a wrapper for it and smoothed the ends into a rounded shape, cutting an "X" shaped opening.

This made the thick incense look just like a real cigar, greatly reducing the odd looks Run Sheng received when engaging in activities, especially dining out.

Currently, not many people smoke cigars in the country. Domestic brands haven't risen yet, import channels are few, and most people have only seen them on TV. Curious, Wu Xin asked:

"Buddy, can I have a puff?"

Run Sheng handed the "cigar" to him.

...

In the ward, a new round of memory retrieval had begun.

Li Zhiyuan once again "arrived" on the second floor of the house and pushed open the room door.

The Body: "Next time, you can throw all the trash together."

Li Zhiyuan: "Just doing it as I go."

The Body: "It wouldn't hurt you to take a little more."

Li Zhiyuan: "I have to maintain my own state."

The Body: "There's no need to fully restore the memories of those three people; you can save some energy. It's just for the sake of following this procedure anyway."

Li Zhiyuan: "You can pretend not to know I'm here the next time, after all, few people enjoy a chat every time they throw out the garbage."

Closed the door.

Li Zhiyuan began to both destroy and reshape their memories, the task not as difficult as imagined, as the correct answers were just beside him, they were merely misplaced.

The treatment concluded in the afternoon, with the three patients squeezed together on one bed, sleeping soundly.

Once they wake up, everything will be back to normal.

Li Zhiyuan felt a bit of a dull ache in his head, not at the point of exhaustion, but close.

Thinking about the person who completed hundreds of such projects in a short time was terrifying enough.

Thus, Li Zhiyuan had to consider the possibility that this ability might be innate, a racial talent?

Like the Dream Ghost from before, creating such a vast dream was not achieved through cultivated spiritual power.

Opened the door and stepped out of the ward.

"Pshhh!"

Run Sheng opened a can of Jianlibao and handed it over.

Li Zhiyuan drank the beverage and asked, "Where's Wu Xin?"

Run Sheng: "Cleaning his stomach."

Li Zhiyuan: "You let him smoke the incense?"

Run Sheng: "Yeah, he wanted to peek."

Li Zhiyuan: "Oh."

Although a stomach cleaning is painful, Run Sheng's incense is special, in the grand scheme, it's more beneficial than harmful, aiding in detoxification and cleansing, especially for smokers.

"Go tell him a message."

"Okay."

Li Zhiyuan, along with Run Sheng, left the small villa and headed to the hospital building ahead.

Inside a hospital ward.

Xu Mingquan, body in plaster, lay on the bed.

Sun Yan took care sitting by the bedside.

Zhao Yi and the twin sisters stood on the terrace of this floor, enjoying the last bit of a smoking service.

Once, as soon as the Gate of Life and Death opened, the young master Zhao was like a willow in the wind, as if he were a skinny horse from Yangzhou.

Now that his body had recovered, even without changing clothes, just leaning there, he exuded the elegant air of an ancient noble son, just missing a handkerchief to catch a cough of blood.

To attract the attention of the opposite sex, the inside is important, but the outer package cannot be compromised, or you might not even have the chance to showcase what's inside.

Liang Yan: "Do we really have to come to the hospital?"

Liang Li: "We brought medicine."

Zhao Yi: "After the hospital treatment, recovery from injuries can be shortened from five days to three. That's key. Traveling on the road requires careful planning.

Back in Lijiang, that Li fellow calculated his subordinates' injuries not once, but twice without a mistake, mind you."

Liang Yan: "You keep bringing him up, is he really that formidable? Even if he's from the legitimate Dragon King family, he shouldn't earn such high praise from you."

Liang Li: "We want to meet him, we're curious."

Zhao Yi: "Oh, he's just that way, only a little smarter than his peers, able to skip a grade in school, a clever little devil."

Just then, Zhao Yi was slowly exhaling a smoke ring, a faint smoke, a lazy posture, an entranced look in the eyes...

The eyes soon snapped out of their trance, wide open, because in his line of sight, he saw a young man in the hospital corridor standing sideways toward him.

The world is going downhill, trust diminishing among people, why does everyone these days like to conceal their aura when going out!

Actually, Zhao Yi himself concealed his, but he thought it was right; that young man's aura suddenly appearing so unexpectedly was a bit horrifying!

Zhao Yi harshly threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground, understanding who exactly Xu Ming had been beaten by!

Last night he was full of doubts, firmly believing his analysis was correct, the opponent hinted at a prelude to collaboration, but the problem was, the dispatched person was merely a lookout, not a team decision-maker.

Thus, under the premise of a sudden encounter, a team lookout able to make collaboration preludes autonomously was quite bizarre!

But if such a thing occurred in that young man's team, it was utterly normal—herdwelling those little ghosts, foisting himself as the "unofficial big team leader" several times.

Truly intolerable, not only that young man constantly suppressing him, even his subordinates developed such inertia!

Yet, anger aside, Zhao Yi still raised his hand, waving toward the young man's direction as if greeting an old friend:

"Xiao Yuan!"

The young man stood there, still sideways, not even a glance back.

You...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, again waving his hand, calling out:

"Xiao Yuan~~~~~ brother."

The young man still didn't react.

Too much!

Zhao Yi stepped away from the terrace, began walking toward the young man, but halfway through, he sobered up, something was amiss.

The young master Zhao immediately slowed his pace, changed direction, circumvented to the young man's back, positioning the young man protected in his forefront.

Then, following the young man's line of sight, he looked forward.

At the hospital room door ahead,

stood two Taoists, one large, one small.

The older Taoist was pulling at the smaller one, the smaller one was resisting.

"Return with your master."

"No, Master, I won't go back with you, I won't! I want to stay here with my grandparents, don't take me away!"

"Be obedient, come back with your master."

"Master, please, let me stay with them, the doctor says grandpa doesn't have long, really."

"That is his destiny."

"That's my grandpa!"

Having many Daoist temples here, encountering people in Daoist robes was not uncommon, nor was master-disciple or father-son pulling in hospital corridors unfamiliar.

But as Zhao Yi's heart—jolted by the Gate of Life and Death's intense pounding—the small Taoist's figure morphed in his vision.

That small Taoist… was a demon!