Corpse Recovery Diver

The conversation in the room came to an abrupt halt as an unseen force surged from within.

Li Zhiyuan instinctively wanted to resist this force, but as soon as he touched it, he gave up, letting himself be tossed like a leaf on a turbulent wave.

The scene before him overlapped, and another layer of imagery emerged in his vision.

On one side, reality remained unchanged; on the other, events quickly rewound, and shadows shifted.

First, they retreated backward, descending the stairs, moving back to the entrance, crossing backward over the white dog, and finally returning with Zhao Yi to the iron track outside the guesthouse.

Then, the previously rewound view fast-forwarded again, the two entered the guesthouse, greeted the security guard inside, exchanged glances with people coming and going, nodded at acquaintances at the building entrance, and finally returned to the room's door, restoring normalcy.

Everything seemed unchanged, but the wrinkles had been smoothed.

Li Zhiyuan didn't rush to push the door open; instead, he continued to stand at the entrance, savoring their way of removing causality.

Entities of their level are extremely sensitive in every appearance in reality, but likewise, their methods of coping with the Heavenly Dao are worthy of Li Zhiyuan's understanding and learning.

After sorting things out in his mind, Li Zhiyuan pushed open the door.

Inside the room, Mr. Zhai sat behind the desk, wearing glasses, holding a document and reading it carefully.

Turning his head, Mr. Zhai smiled, took off his glasses, and said, "Xiao Yuan has come."

Clearly, something just happened here, and Mr. Zhai does not remember.

For this "normality," Li Zhiyuan was not surprised at all, nor did he try to test it.

He simply came to Mr. Zhai's room, sat down, chatted, played the role of a junior and student, and left at the appropriate time.

Back in his room, Li Zhiyuan placed a talisman paper on the door handle. Ordinarily, people couldn't enter, and those who sensed the talisman paper's presence wouldn't force their way in.

The young man walked to the mirror on the wall, closed his eyes, and stood in place.

With his right hand open, a Red Line unfurled, circled above, tied a knot, then fell, wrapping around the young man's left hand.

Slowly opening his eyes, it seemed as though threads of Red Line flowed dynamically within the boy's gaze.

Through the mirror, Li Zhiyuan saw a cloud of mist appear behind him.

With many cultivation techniques learned and numerous legacies comprehended, naturally, there was a lot of entangled causality behind.

His gaze roamed, peeling away the clouds and mist, and ultimately, beneath the deep black turbulence, emerged the figure Li Zhiyuan sought.

Majestic in presence, solemn in form, yet even so, still with eyes closed, shrouded in a faint blur, unchanged, no different from the past.

The Red Line retracted, the young man closed his eyes again, staggered slightly, and retreated to sit by the bed.

Li Zhiyuan lowered his head, supporting his forehead with his hand.

This kind of introspection is taboo for him; usually, Li Zhiyuan wouldn't do it, but this time, he had to see it clearly in advance.

After a moment of adjustment, Li Zhiyuan stood, removed the talisman paper, and opened the door.

Zhao Yi stood at the doorway, saying, "Yin Meng's grandfather came by, removed the staff, and also absorbed the curse from Yin Meng. Do you want to take a look?"

Li Zhiyuan: "How's the situation?"

Zhao Yi: "In good condition, all are in a deep sleep. I also fed them medicine, sigh, only two left."

Li Zhiyuan: "The newly changed name?"

Zhao Yi: "I'm not lying to you."

Li Zhiyuan: "I'll go to see them later."

"And now?"

Zhao Yi looked cautious, as if warning not to leave him alone with the benefits.

"I'm going to see Brother Liangliang, talk some shop, you going?"

"Surely not professional matters, but I'm not going." Zhao Yi extended a finger and tapped his ear, "Walls have ears; I'm not going to be that mediator."

Li Zhiyuan went up to the third floor, noticed no movement in Xue Liangliang's room, and headed downstairs.

Through inquiries, he found Xue Liangliang in a small conference room.

The formal meet would be held tomorrow, but that's just procedural confirmation; many participants needed private communication and consultation.

Mr. Luo and a circle of elders sat at one end of the conference hall, talking, while Xue Liangliang was at the other end, surrounded by middle-aged men in administrative jackets.

Seeing Li Zhiyuan at the door, Xue Liangliang immediately apologized to those around him and got up to come over.

Xue Liangliang wanted to take Li Zhiyuan to the secluded corner at the front, but Li Zhiyuan didn't want to delay his affairs, standing in place and saying directly:

"Brother Liangliang, I need your help with something."

Xue Liangliang took out his wallet with his right hand, and a pen from his chest with his left.

The meaning was clear: money or a note.

Xue Liangliang is a principled person, but with the young man here, he had no principles because he knew Xiao Yuan was also principled.

"Remember that regret from before?"

"Hmm?"

Xue Liangliang couldn't recall the regret and immediately shifted his thinking from past regrets to non-regrets, quickly understanding what Xiao Yuan meant, nodding:

"Hmm."

"Brother Liangliang, learn from this lesson and persist a little longer this time."

"Alright."

"Brother Liangliang, carry on with your work."

"You stay safe."

Watching the young man's figure leave directly, Xue Liangliang's brows first slightly furrowed, then relaxed; he didn't yet know what Xiao Yuan wanted him to do, but he felt he would find out soon.

Li Zhiyuan arrived at Yin Meng and Run Sheng's room, checked their bodies; their conditions were poor but wouldn't affect waking tonight.