Corpse Recovery Diver

Zhao Yi lowered his hands, intending to hug from behind, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder, pretending to be close like a big brother and little brother to blend into the crowd watching the commotion in the hospital corridor.

But even such a performative action caused hesitation when it came to actual execution. He didn't dare to act too intimately, so he could only place his hands on the boy's shoulders and smile while giving them a gentle squeeze.

Li Zhiyuan raised his right hand and placed it on the back of Zhao Yi's hand, looking up and smiling at him in cooperation with Zhao Yi's act.

The two Taoists were still in their tug-of-war, with the older one trying to take the younger one away, while the latter insisted on staying.

When the elder Taoist spoke, his voice naturally carried a calming effect, akin to hypnosis. Every movement of his steps caused the rest of his body to synchronously align with the surrounding environment.

The most important thing was that this wasn't a deliberate act by the elder Taoist, but rather an instinctive display.

Because if he wanted to use force, the young Taoist would have no room for refusal.

Zhao Yi's and the boy's hands trembled slightly, each tremor like an exchange of unspoken words, as what they saw and wanted to say were mutually understood without need for verbalization.

Zhao Yi: It's a tough one, a really tough one.

Li Zhiyuan: No concealment.

Zhao Yi: Indeed.

Li Zhiyuan: Incompatible.

Zhao Yi: Exactly, the power and experience are severely imbalanced.

Although Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi both masked their auras, this concealment had a major flaw: it could confuse perception but was hard to deceive the eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and those with strength are inherently sharp; no matter how well you disguise, they can sense something amiss, with no flaws or evidence, but purely a gut feeling.

Of course, one could argue that Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi's performance was simply too good to be noticed, but what about Run Sheng standing by?

At this moment, Liang Yan and Liang Li walked over from the terrace.

A pair of youthful, beautiful twins, easily drawing attention wherever they went.

However, the two Taoists remained engrossed in their earlier tug-of-war.

Conspicuous objects lie there, making you focus even more, yet you still fail to notice the underlying issues.

Zhao Yi: Is he baiting us?

Li Zhiyuan: Doesn't seem like it.

Zhao Yi: Can't explain it.

Li Zhiyuan: Because we haven't found the reason.

In the end, after taking a deep look at the scene inside the ward, the elder Taoist turned and left.

The young Taoist looked very happy, believing his master had agreed to let him stay to care for his grandfather in his final moments.

Only Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi, from the elder Taoist's final glance, perceived a disdain for mortal lives.

It could even be understood that when that look appeared, the elder Taoist harbored a killing intent, though so slight it couldn't be any lighter, because in his eyes, it was no different from throwing a wad of scrap paper into a fire.

The dispute ended, and with nothing left to watch, the people returned to their respective wards.

"Let's go."

Zhao Yi led Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng into Xu Ming's ward.

Xu Ming, covered in bandages and plaster, widened his eyes the moment he saw the boy enter.

There was no hostility, but he instinctively became guarded.

Sun Yan, who was sitting beside him, immediately stood up, and the python that had been lying under the bed shot out, raising its head and flicking its tongue.

Run Sheng stood in front of the boy, nervously swallowing at the sight of the python.

Even if he had a hearty breakfast, by this point, he should be hungry.

Zhao Yi picked up an apple from the bedside table and asked, "Want me to peel you an apple?"

Li Zhiyuan: "No thanks."

Zhao Yi took a bite and, while chewing, said, "You should eat more fruits, they're good for your health."

Xu Ming lowered his guard, Sun Yan sat back down, and the python withdrew under the bed.

Li Zhiyuan looked at Sun Yan.

Zhao Yi: "Don't just sit there, come with me."

Saying this, Zhao Yi led Sun Yan to the window of the ward. Looking down, they saw the elder Taoist walking out below.

"You follow him, pick the most insignificant little animal."

"Understood."

Even though she didn't quite understand, Sun Yan complied and quickly left the ward.

Zhao Yi took another bite of the apple: "This guy is too strange, both strong and dull."

Li Zhiyuan: "That indicates that the way he obtained power isn't pure."

Zhao Yi: "I think the same. Can you elaborate?"

Li Zhiyuan tapped his own forehead: "I suspect it's because of this."

Zhao Yi: "Consciousness?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Memory."

Zhao Yi: "An interesting theory."

Li Zhiyuan: "He'll likely return."

Zhao Yi: "He values that young Taoist highly. The resemblance in their eyebrows suggests a father-son relationship, don't you think?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Judging by appearances, there's a high probability of a blood relation."

Zhao Yi: "So he's planning to come back, clear the burden in the ward, then naturally take the young Taoist with him. It's quite decent; better than most parents today who at least understand to care for the child's emotional wellbeing."

Li Zhiyuan: "You make sure to keep him protected."

Zhao Yi: "What's the point of just protecting? I want to take down the big one directly. Since he's coming back, get your people over here too, and let's catch him in an ambush. Let's give this Jiang Shui a real boost in speed!"

Both sides came from Zou Jiang, bound by Jiang Shui's cause and effect, coincidentally appearing at this hospital to witness the undeniably problematic pair of Taoists.

The target is already as obvious as can be.

Li Zhiyuan: "That's too aggressive."

Zhao Yi: "I think that's exactly what we should do. I've recently had new insights on Zou Jiang, you know, after Lijiang ended, do you know how many waves I've ridden?"