Corpse Recovery Diver

The two entities were too powerful; neither was willing to tear off their disguise and fight a battle under the scrutiny of the Heavenly Dao, so it evolved into a standoff, a proxy battle between their agents without either side taking direct action.

When the members of the Yin family appeared, the hierarchy was extremely clear. The older and more ornate their clothes were, the more powerful they were, charging ahead at the front. The numerous ghosts were continuously dissolved and cleared away before them.

The closer the clothing style was to modern times, the less attention was paid to funeral garments, and they were further behind, responsible for cleaning up the leftover miscellaneous spirits from the "elders" ahead.

As for Yin Meng's grandfather, he tried hard to charge along and his Deadman's Evil Qi was also dense, yet he was still positioned at the back, having not encountered a single ghost and not having had a chance to make a move yet.

The crowd of ghosts was pushed down just like that, with countless lone spirits vanishing into nothingness, anyway, the night sky overhead became even more gloomy and oppressive.

At that moment, the iron lion that had been quiet for a long time moved.

It turned its body, waved its tail, lifted its hooves; its movements became much slower than before, but the momentum and commotion were even greater than before.

The members of the Yin family rushed forward to fight it, continuously crushed in battle, yet at this moment, their demise was not only a repayment to their ancestors' obsessions but also a kind of liberation from becoming a Deadman.

Li Zhiyuan walked over to Run Sheng's side, sat down, reached out, and gently pushed Run Sheng.

"Brother Runsheng, wake up."

Run Sheng's snoring stopped, and he opened his eyes: "Xiao Yuan?"

Sitting up, he looked around; the street ahead was bustling, yet the surroundings seemed very quiet.

The severe pain in his chest made Run Sheng instinctively clutch it with his left hand, but his right hand still swiftly drew the Yellow River Shovel, protecting the young boy behind him.

"Xiao Yuan, didn't they come?"

"Brother Runsheng, they're all dead."

"Hm?"

"Now, it's your turn."

"Oh, okay."

Run Sheng propped himself up with the Yellow River Shovel and stood up; his exhausted and damaged body continued forcibly opening the Qi Gate.

"Xiao Yuan, I'll go hold that thing back, you quickly figure out a way to escape!"

"I'm not running; we'll die together."

"Oh, okay."

Run Sheng, holding the Yellow River Shovel, limped forward, Qi Gate after Qi Gate opening around him, his body overwhelmed, first tearing flesh, then chunks falling off.

Reaching a suitable sprinting distance, Run Sheng chose to run, and as he leaped, blood beads scattered widely, yet he still managed to smash the shovel hard into the iron lion's head, shattering a large piece and revealing its true form inside, the wailing and screaming resumed.

Li Zhiyuan hugged his knees, sitting in place, quietly watching the scene unfold.

...

Guesthouse.

Early in the morning, activity commenced; the morning meeting was very important, with many attendees whose identities were quite special, everyone was striving to prepare for everything.

"Teacher, tea."

Xue Liangliang brought a cup of strong tea and entered Mr. Luo's room.

Mr. Luo took the tea, sipped it, and the desk was crowded with various drawings and reports.

Xue Liangliang knew the teacher was tense.

The tension wasn't about the meeting's form, but about its importance and impact.

"Teacher, you should rest; you've been busy for so many days without seeing you properly sleep."

"How could one sleep?" Luo Tingrui rubbed his brows, "Thinking about how many people will be displaced, how many homes submerged underwater, if I close my eyes to slack off now, there's a feeling of guilt in my heart, just endure this part. After the meeting, I'll give myself a holiday, and sleep well."

"I'll supervise you."

"Haha, I'm thankful that on the way here, got some good sleeps in a row; otherwise, I'd truly not hold up. Right, how's your part of the preparations?"

"I have few parts, no problem."

"Don't get complacent, don't consider this just formality; in the future, looking back, this is history making records for us."

"Teacher, I know."

"Knock knock knock!"

The door was knocked.

Xue Liangliang: "Come in."

The door opened, Mr. Zhai stood outside.

Luo Tingrui hurriedly got up to greet him: "Why are you up so early?"

"Getting old, sleep is light, now the eyes are blurry, everything on you seems to be double, colorful, like bathed in rosy glow."

Luo Tingrui laughed, "Oh my, you're quite the humorist; I'm almost passing out from exhaustion, and yet glow of rosy hues."

"Mr. Zhai, have some water." Xue Liangliang handed him a glass of water.

Mr. Zhai took it and glanced at Xue Liangliang; he felt the glow in front of him intensified, making it hard to keep his eyes open.

After setting the glass down, Mr. Zhai took off his glasses and pulled out a cloth to wipe them, believing it was an issue with his glasses.

He had risen at dawn, although it was still dark outside, there was constant light sweeping across his window. Initially, he thought it was car headlights, but upon opening the curtains, he realized the light wasn't coming from car lamps, but rather emitted by the people sitting inside.

Even the night sky, though indeed dark in the distance, had noticeable changes nearby, especially above the auditorium where the meeting was to be held today, seemingly tinted with evening glow.

Luo Tingrui waited for Mr. Zhai to speak, knowing the elder wouldn't seek him out so early if it were nothing.

Mr. Zhai put his glasses back on; the glow was still there, but by now, he seemed to have adapted. The lenses weren't faulty; must be an issue with his own eyes.

"Mr. Luo, it's like this..."

"I can't accept being called that by you; like before, call me 'old brother' is all right."

"When asking for help, shouldn't one be polite?" Mr. Zhai smiled. "It's like this, can the speaker for this meeting be changed to me?"

"Of course," Luo Tingrui agreed without hesitation, "Originally, it was set to be you; it was you who mentioned feeling unwell before, thus in the preliminary meetings, it was given to me."

Luo Tingrui held no discomfort; given both history and contribution, Mr. Zhai was above him, and he believed Mr. Zhai's desire to present wasn't about seeking fame, especially given their profession and status where such competition isn't needed at all.

Mr. Zhai: "Thank you."

Luo Tingrui: "You're welcome, I'll have someone redraft the pamphlet and notify the host to change presenters."

Mr. Zhai: "No need, not afraid to joke, Zheng Hua already prepared for me, as if guessing my thoughts in advance, this kid, wasn't so clever before."

Luo Tingrui: "That's good, that's good."

Mr. Zhai: "Actually, even I don't fully understand why my thinking changed so quickly. Sigh, anyway, bringing you more trouble."

Luo Tingrui: "What are you talking about."

Mr. Zhai: "After finishing this report, and when this project here ends, I'm planning to retire, tired, no more fussing, the future belongs to you younger people."

Luo Tingrui: "You've contributed enough; time for a good rest. Liangliang, organize my report and pass it to Mr. Zhai."

Xue Liangliang organized the report and handed it over:

"Mr. Zhai, here you go."

"Yes, thanks."

Mr. Zhai reached for the report, but couldn't take it because the other hand didn't let go.

Luo Tingrui looked at Xue Liangliang in confusion, who seemed lost in thought, quietly reminded:

"Liangliang, Liangliang?"

Xue Liangliang snapped back, seeing the kindly face of Mr. Zhai, exerted strength and pulled the report back, clutching it tightly, shaking his head vigorously:

"No way!"