Corpse Recovery Diver

"Brother Binbin, your condition has improved!"

"Thanks to you, chatting with you makes me happy."

"Then I should talk more with my grandpa, but most of the time he's in a coma, so he's awake very little each day."

"He can feel you being there with him."

When they arrived at the hospital room, Chen Jing was somewhat surprised and said, "I've been to this room before. There was a tall big brother who bought a lot of buns and even gave me a few."

"He's my friend, named Mule."

"Is his surname Luo?"

"Alright, go take a rest. Tomorrow you'll be busy caring for the patients."

"Brother Binbin, you also rest early. If you feel like chatting, call me, especially when you're going to the terrace."

"Sure, definitely."

After Chen Jing left, Yin Meng came over to close the hospital room door.

Yin Meng: "As expected, there's no one you can't handle, even though you're almost turning into a ghost yourself."

Tan Wenbin: "A good kid, like when I first met Brother Xiao Yuan."

Yin Meng: "Sounds... a bit scary."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiao Yuan was quite warm at first. During breaks when my dad whipped me with a belt, he even helped me finish my homework and papers."

Yin Meng: "Anyway, you guys make the decisions."

Tan Wenbin: "Wrong, I only provide suggestions. The one who makes the decisions is Brother Xiao Yuan. But I think, this kid should be saved."

After Chen Jing returned to the hospital room, he first covered his sleeping grandmother with a blanket, then took a towel and gently wiped the saliva off his grandfather's mouth on the hospital bed.

After checking everything, he sat on the chair, resting his chin on his hands, sometimes looking at his grandfather and sometimes at his grandmother, his mind full of the happy memories from when they lived together.

Even though he was born without a mother, he still had a wonderful and happy childhood.

...

"Are you looking for this family? They went to the hospital, they've been gone for a while, there's no one at home now. Hey, it's really strange, never saw any guests come to their house before; now that they're in the hospital, they have guests every day."

After shouting, the neighbor walked, patting his hip, towards the toilet, pulling down his boxer shorts and started relieving himself noisily.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi stood at the door; this location was marked by the animals Sun Yan sent. The Taoist came here after leaving the hospital and then went up to Qingcheng Mountain.

Zhao Yi: "This should be the small Taoist's grandparents' house."

Li Zhiyuan: "Hmm."

Zhao Yi: "Shall we go in and take a look? Maybe there are clues about why he specifically came here on his way back to the Taoist temple."

Li Zhiyuan pointed towards the neighbor's toilet: "Let's check him first."

Zhao Yi disappeared in a flash, moving extremely fast, and the neighbor had just finished peeing, pulled up his pants, and was still adjusting.

A hand appeared in front of him, with fingers giving off a strange fragrance. Before he could understand what was happening, he was knocked unconscious.

Li Zhiyuan walked over and signaled Zhao Yi to lay the neighbor flat on the ground.

With a light touch on the man's forehead, Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes while gently tapping his fingers.

Having experienced this several times, Li Zhiyuan didn't choose to read all of the man's memory, instead, he quickly searched for any signs of it being altered.

Soon, he found it. If he had to put it in metaphor, memory was like a steel pipe, with a section that had been re-welded.

Li Zhiyuan focused on reading this segment of memory, fortunately, the original memory hadn't been erased but rather scattered.

The young man suspected that perhaps it was because this memory occurred quite early, and at that time "He" wasn't as skilled as now.

Even back then, the rough work left enough traces for Li Zhiyuan to piece it together himself.

It wasn't very complete nor coherent, more like watching pirated comics with lots of missing and repeated pages, but it didn't hinder understanding the story.

This segment of memory began on a night similar to tonight, where the neighbor came out to use the toilet.

He had issues with frequent and urgent urination, so he got up several times a night.

After using the toilet, as he was about to go back to bed, he seemed to hear strange noises coming from the house next door.

The neighbor always had a fixation with the girl from the next house, having grown up separated by only a courtyard, they were almost childhood sweethearts, and he once fantasized about being with her in the future.

Who knew, she, for some reason, got pregnant before marriage.

This was shameful in the village at the time, and the man never formally showed himself.

"Could she be having the baby?"

The neighbor was half motivated by his attachment to her and half by the simple good will towards a neighbor, as having a pregnant woman at home couldn't be something to overlook.

So he climbed over the courtyard wall, sneaked into the yard, and peeked through the window gap.

The following scene was severely damaged, no longer coherent, only visible in fragments of images: a pregnant woman tied to a rack, two elderly people with their hands and feet bound and mouths gagged, and a man with a stern face dressed in a Daoist robe.

The man was much younger than now; he was the young Taoist's master.

The master held a large black gourd, each stem like a thin, straight reed, one end inserted into the gourd, the other into the pregnant woman's body, with a wound on her wrist, blood flowing continuously, dripping into the white gourd below.

Blood was simultaneously being infused and drained; once one was empty and the other full, they'd swap and repeat.

The original contents of the gourd were not human blood but demon blood, and this simple and brutal blood exchange method was tantamount to sentencing the pregnant woman to death.