Corpse Recovery Diver

A dead man resembling an old man stood by the bed. He was in a terrible state, heavily wounded, with pus flowing incessantly.

One must say, under such a specially oppressive environment, the Liang Sisters could still inflict damage on this dead man. They are indeed quite commendable, especially considering their own poor condition.

Zhao Yi frowned slightly.

The initiative to attack, whether for self-preservation or to protect Run Sheng and Yin Meng on the bed, deserves affirmation, and their courage is even more praiseworthy.

But the problem is, had they been a bit smarter, they should have known that this dead man came not to harm anyone.

This is Yin Meng's grandfather, climbing out of the coffin to visit his granddaughter here, so what are you two stopping him for?

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yi lamented in his heart: What a pair of silly girls.

But then again, if they were truly intelligent, Zhao Yi might not have cared about them at all, nor would they have this heartbreaking foolishness.

The dead man's hands were placed on Yin Meng's shoulders, pulling Yin Meng away from the peach wood staff that pierced through both her and Run Sheng.

Yin Meng's eyes slowly opened. Without Run Sheng's help in suppressing her, the haze in her eyes reappeared.

However, under the current circumstances, all over-the-top actions were restrained, and the haze in Yin Meng's eyes quickly cleared.

Once completely removed from the peach wood stick, Run Sheng was the first to lie down. He was severely injured, yet had been unable to rest, and now he finally found relief, letting out a snore.

Blood oozed from Yin Meng's wound, and the elderly man's hand covered it, sealing the wound effectively, though inelegantly.

Of course, you can't expect a dead man performing emergency treatment to also care about aesthetics.

After completing this, the dead man's hand gently caressed Yin Meng's face.

Yin Meng felt her dream change, no longer a cold pool of endless confinement, but returning to her childhood, when her grandfather was still healthy.

When her father disappeared and her mother left, her grandfather was busy building coffins and retrieving corpses, very occupied during the day.

At dusk, when her grandfather returned with his tools, he saw little Yin Meng on Ghost Street, following two kids with cotton candy, finger in mouth.

Those two children didn't pay much attention to her, busy talking and eating their cotton candy. Yin Meng tried to join the conversation, occasionally glancing at the cotton candy in their hands.

What parents can't stand the most is seeing their own child lack something while trailing behind others.

Her grandfather waved at Yin Meng, calling: "Meng Meng!"

"Grandpa!"

Yin Meng ran happily to her grandfather.

Her grandfather took her hand, led her to a shop on the street, took out money, and asked the shopkeeper to make a bigger cotton candy for his granddaughter.

After it was made, her grandfather received it and handed it to Yin Meng.

"Here, Meng Meng, take it, eat."

Yin Meng accepted the cotton candy, its large size obscuring her face.

Yet for a long while, the cotton candy didn't move, meaning she still hadn't eaten it.

Curious, her grandfather gently moved the cotton candy aside, only to find little Yin Meng behind it, her face full of tears.

"My dear, why are you crying? Eat it quickly, or else the wind will blow it away."

Yin Meng could no longer hold herself back and burst into tears:

"Boo hoo! Grandpa, I shouldn't have considered you a burden when caring for you. I shouldn't have sold the shop at home. I was wrong, I was wrong!"

On the day of her grandfather's passing, besides her sorrow, Yin Meng felt a sense of liberation and relief, then unhesitatingly sold the goods in the shop at a discount and transferred the shop.

Following Brother Xiao Yuan to Nantong, beyond her grandfather's 'last words,' it was more about her own desire to escape.

Her grandfather smiled.

"My darling is crying like a little panda."

Her grandfather reached out to wipe his granddaughter's tears.

In reality, at the inn's room, Yin Meng lay on the bed with her eyes closed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and the dead man was also helping to wipe them away.

Knowing he was filthy, with grime all over him, the dead man carefully used the clean back of his fingernail to gently and tenderly scrape away her tears.

Afraid of dirtying her eyes, even more afraid of hurting her.

In the dream, Yin Meng was still crying.

She was then embraced by her grandfather, who gently patted her back:

"Our little Meng Meng has suffered, our little Meng Meng has had it tough."

Hearing these words, the tears in Yin Meng's eyes poured out like a breached dam.

She recalled not only handling the shop and caring for her comatose grandfather from childhood but also the pressure she felt after leaving Fengdu to go to Nantong and joining the team.

She was of average talent, placed in a team led by a genius with genius members, that sense of crisis always accompanied her from the start.

She didn't want to be useless, but her progress in formal studies was incredibly slow, and so she continuously tried shortcuts to enhance her role and value, often poisoning herself unconscious while mixing potions... Truth is, she was also afraid.

Yet these emotions couldn't be shared with Brother Xiao Yuan, despite him becoming more humane than he initially was, nor could they be shared with her teammates, because they never resented her as a burden. Saying this would make her seem overly sensitive.

The emotions buried in her heart could now only be confessed to her grandfather.

Maybe that's the reason why children always feel impatient during tomb-sweeping while adults are 'happy to do it tirelessly'—because the children's relatives are still alive, but the adults' elders are buried in the ground.