Corpse Recovery Diver

Inside the room.

After wiping Yin Meng's tears, Deadman brought his face close to Yin Meng's.

It began to inhale.

This scene was reminiscent of an Evil absorbing a living person's Yang energy, but Lin Shuyou and Zhao Yi outside the door obviously wouldn't think in that direction.

During the inhalation process, a faint golden light flowed out from Yin Meng's body and was absorbed by Deadman.

Lin Shuyou: "That's..."

Zhao Yi: "That person cursed the Yin family long ago, passing down from generation to generation."

Lin Shuyou suddenly realized: "No wonder the Yin family becomes less with each generation, no wonder Meng Meng's talent is so poor, it's because of this."

Zhao Yi mumbled his lips, wanting to say something but didn't.

Lin Shuyou noticed and asked, "Three-eyed, what do you want to say?"

Zhao Yi shrugged and said, "Actually, curses can indeed affect life, longevity, and such things, but aside from that, if a person carries a curse, it's actually helpful in stimulating potential, enhancing cultivation talent, and efficiency."

Lin Shuyou heard this, eyes widened and mouth open.

This means that without the Bodhisattva's curse, the Yin family should have been even worse with each generation, and if Yin Meng's already limited talent was further reduced, wouldn't it be equivalent to nothing, perhaps even in debt?

Lin Shuyou: "I think we better not tell Meng Meng about this."

Zhao Yi: "Hmm."

In the dream.

Yin Meng, whose emotions were relieved, held her grandfather's hand while eating cotton candy.

Grandfather intended to lead her back to the shop but was refused by Meng Meng; she wanted to redeem the shop first, then go back there with grandfather in the dream.

"Grandpa, I want to play for a while longer."

"Sure, play for a while longer, play a while longer."

In fact, what Yin Meng didn't know was that her grandfather had already gone back to Ghost Street and visited the shop, where the old racks filled with coffins were no longer there.

He only lay down for a moment where he used to be, then got up and left.

He wasn't angry; had he been truly furious, the siblings Zhang Chi and Zhang Xiuxiu would certainly have been dead.

On the contrary, he was very relieved, happy that his granddaughter could say goodbye to the past and go forward to a new life.

Grandfather and Yin Meng walked down to the dock below Ghost Street.

On the dock, at this moment, there were fewer cargo ships but plenty of passenger ships.

People stood at the stern saying their farewells, with relatives bidding goodbye on the dock, mostly young people heading overseas.

During this period, "tourism" was still a rare word, and local people referred to this kind of farewell trip to another place as: seeking a living.

Grandfather and Yin Meng sat on the steps, watching people waving at the dock, watching them give instructions, watching them cry.

As the ship sailed farther away, they would soon be separated by water, then by mountains, followed by different weather, and finally by different dialects.

"Is our Meng Meng's life difficult while seeking a living outside?"

"It's very good; I live at Mr. Li's house. Mr. Li is a good person; the food there is great. And Liu Niangniang treats me very well, also teaching me makeup to look pretty!

Our boss... our boss is very smart, but he never thinks I'm stupid; he teaches me hand-in-hand during work."

"Has our Meng Meng started dating yet?"

"I'm still young."

"Have you or haven't you? There should be a definite answer."

Yin Meng started to eat cotton candy in large bites, getting sickly sweet, yet she didn't stop.

"Hahahahaha!"

In reality, Deadman looked at Run Sheng lying in bed.

In the dream, grandfather sighed:

"Find a sincere child and live a stable life; don't follow your parents' old path, suffer yourself and the child."

The sky gradually darkened, and no one was left on the dock.

Grandfather stood up and walked downwards; he walked down the dock into the water.

Yin Meng followed, stood by the dock, and shouted: "Grandpa, when will you come back to see me again?"

Grandfather turned around in the water, the surface already submerged his neck, leaving only a head. In the evening, the water rippled, making his face gradually obscure, but his voice remained loud:

"Our descendants are not competitive, shaming the ancestors, but no matter what, ancestors still have to recognize us.

If someone comes to seize our ancestral tomb, even if they're useless, they must pick up their things and fight!"

Grandfather disappeared.

The dream ended.

In reality, Yin Meng's body leaned back, falling down, her head landing right on Run Sheng's chest, whereupon she fell into a deep sleep.

Run Sheng's snoring became much quieter.

Deadman turned around and walked out, ignoring Zhao Yi and Lin Shuyou at the door, proceeding through the corridor, then descending the stairs.

Ancestral elders were waiting at the riverbank for it, it had to return and gather, others hadn't emerged from their coffins, only it had, not because it had special privileges,

but because only it still had attachments in this world.

...

On the second floor, as Li Zhiyuan walked towards Mr. Zhai's room, the dizziness in his consciousness grew stronger, shifting from a sacred and solemn temple to a terrifying and eerie underworld.

The transformation frequency quickened, until finally the boy sensed generosity from the underworld and perceived menace and oppression in the temple.

In the end, the boy stood successfully at the room's door, everything finally froze.

His body was instantly heavy to the point of fright, the lethargy in his thoughts was even stronger, the whole person swaying.

Struggling to lift his hand, he tried to push the door, using all his might to open just a thin slit.

Intermittent noises came from inside, each sounding like thunder exploding in his brain.

Li Zhiyuan gave it his all, trying to forcefully interpret the dialogue from this thunder:

"Unexpectedly, these years, the real you has always been outside the Underworld."

"Mm, outside."

"Since you came out, I will go in."

"You, can enter?"

"Do you expect a child whom even the Heavenly Dao won't allow to mature, to stop me?"

"This child is not just someone the Heavenly Dao won't permit to mature."

"Hmm?"

"This child is also my Changsheng... Direct Disciple."