Corpse Recovery Diver

Three streaks of black light appeared in front of Lin Shuyou; this time they didn't even try to seek out the child again, but all shot straight into the center of Lin Shuyou's brows.

The white crane mark at his brow dimmed, forcibly replaced by the black Ghost General Seal; this was equivalent to placing the child under a Seal.

If the child wanted to revive and raise its head, the first one it would have to face would be Lin Shuyou himself.

Admittedly, rapid infusion from an external Power will inevitably bring all sorts of problems; "pulling up seedlings to help them grow" has always been a pejorative.

But Li Zhiyuan still felt that the Great Emperor could have weakened this negative side effect; not only did the Great Emperor not do so, he even deliberately magnified the negative effect as much as possible.

The proof was that in this round of profit-sharing, Li Zhiyuan himself was the only one who got left out.

On the one hand, probably because the Great Emperor also knew that no matter how malicious the gift, the youth had the ability to adjust and absorb it; on the other hand, it was a deliberate knock on him.

Li Zhiyuan, for his part, bore no particular resentment toward this.

In the radio, Brother Liangliang's sobbing gradually subsided.

Li Zhiyuan was very grateful for Brother Liangliang's persistence and help this time, even if this final bit of persistence didn't bring any visible good result, and instead was nothing but problems.

But that wasn't Xue Liangliang's fault; it was the partners themselves who were "too weak to take the supplement."

Besides, problems aren't frightening; they can be solved through research.

The partners' development paths had been personally designed by Li Zhiyuan; the youth believed he could help them readjust back onto the right track and ultimately turn a "funeral into a celebration."

Guesthouse room.

Xue Liangliang was confused.

All of a sudden, he forgot why he'd been crying and making a fuss, why he was sitting on the floor, and why he was clutching the report so tightly to his chest.

Liangliang had already pushed himself to the limit; he could no longer go on.

At this moment, Mr. Zhai spoke:

"Comrade Xiao Xue, I'd like to fulfill one last wish before I retire: to be the presenter for this meeting. I hope you can grant me this."

Xue Liangliang handed the report over and said, "Of course, Mr. Zhai. You're the most suitable person to present this in the first place."

Mr. Zhai reached out and took the book.

This time, there was no more tug-of-war between them; on Xue Liangliang's side, he let go of his hand very cleanly.

Mr. Luo frowned, doubt in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Mr. Zhai.

He had presided over many projects and had seen the real world; back when Xue Liangliang and Li Zhiyuan were threatened by the Bai Family's Lady, Mr. Luo had even demonstrated to the two of them how to plead their case in front of the Bai Family's Lady's statue.

Therefore, he had a certain sensitivity to things that seemed inconceivable in the eyes of ordinary people.

Right now, Mr. Luo realized that this strong contrast in Xue Liangliang's behavior didn't seem to be entirely his problem.

"Mr. Zhai, you…"

"Buzz!"

Before Mr. Luo could finish, another scene appeared in his and Xue Liangliang's line of sight.

In that scene, the two men's movements and words all began to play in reverse, rewinding all the way back to when Mr. Zhai knocked on the door outside.

Then, at that timestamp, it fast-forwarded again.

Mr. Zhai came in, and the three of them discussed the meeting agenda and points of attention in the room.

Xue Liangliang did not refuse or cry, and Mr. Luo felt no doubt or confusion; everyone talked very naturally.

In the end, Mr. Zhai put forward his somewhat unreasonable request; Mr. Luo agreed, and Xue Liangliang also readily handed over the report.

From then on, everything returned to normal.

The discordant fold was smoothed away.

After all, Xue Liangliang and Mr. Luo were not yesterday's Li Zhiyuan; they could not clearly perceive this change and remain conscious. They simply forgot everything that had happened in the "first round."

"It's getting late. Before the meeting starts, I'll do a bit more preparation. I'm sorry for disturbing your rest."

Mr. Zhai stood up, ready to take his leave.

Luo Tingrui said, "We couldn't sleep anyway. Let's all go downstairs and have some tea."

"Sure. Just right, I can add a few more notes while I'm reading."

And so, Mr. Zhai left the room together with Mr. Luo and Xue Liangliang and went down to the first floor.

Thinking it was still too early and that the guesthouse staff probably hadn't started work yet, Xue Liangliang had brought his own tea leaves, tea set, and a thermos of hot water.

However, today's meeting was truly important, and the reception work was being taken very seriously; the service staff had long since been on standby, and there were already several tables of people downstairs sitting and drinking tea as they waited.

Mr. Zhai found a quiet corner to sit in; he chatted with Luo Tingrui while flipping through the report, calmly waiting for the official start of the meeting.

Midway, Xue Liangliang went to the restroom, and on his way back he unconsciously stopped walking.

It felt like there was some extremely important promise in his mind, but he couldn't remember it.

"Did I ever actually fulfill that promise?"

He looked up toward Ghost Street. A heavy fog had risen that morning; Ghost Street was completely shrouded in thick mist, gray and murky, with nothing visible.

Xue Liangliang's heart gave an involuntary lurch.

Carrying these thoughts, he walked back to the first floor, to the corner where his teacher and Mr. Zhai were sitting.

His gaze subconsciously fell again on the report in Mr. Zhai's hands.

Mr. Zhai tilted his head slightly, glanced at Xue Liangliang, then closed the report and placed it on the inside of the seat.

The sofa was a bit slippery; the report slipped into the gap between the sofa and the wall.

Xue Liangliang said, "Mr. Zhai, let me get that."

Mr. Zhai stood up and declined him: "No, no need, I've got it. You sit."

He first, with some difficulty, pushed the sofa outward a bit, then bent down and reached in; he finally fished the report back out and said self-mockingly:

"Sigh, I'm getting old. My body really isn't what it used to be. Sometimes you just can't refuse to admit it—you have to retire."