Corpse Recovery Diver

In other words, when they want to survive at any cost... they become Evil.

From the yard downstairs came a call for Li Sanjiang.

Someone came to invite Li Sanjiang to the vegetarian ritual.

Grandmaster went to Big Beard's house in the morning and hasn't returned yet. No surprise, the two old men are probably drunk.

Tan Wenbin went to Shigang Town after lunch to visit his grandparents, Run Sheng is in the field, and Ah You is fishing.

Li Zhiyuan decided to go to Big Beard's house to find Grandmaster, also wanting to get out for some air.

Arriving at Big Beard's house, Beng Beng in the crib in the yard, holding an empty plastic cup, first toasted the Peach Forest, then tilted his head and gulped it down, feigning a heroic drink.

Xiao Yingying stood nearby, hands on hips, looking at the child's gesture, unable to suppress her "deadman" resentment.

Smart children learn things too early and too fast; the one in the Peach Forest drinks all day and demands alcohol with snacks, and now the two old men are drinking here too.

Influenced by the surroundings, when the child can crawl out of the crib, he'll probably look for a wine jar first.

Li Zhiyuan's arrival caused Beng Beng to fall back, lying in the crib, "drunk" to the point of unconsciousness.

Led by Xiao Yingying, Li Zhiyuan saw the two elders lying on the cooling mat, sound asleep from intoxication.

At this point, waking them up was impossible.

Xiao Yingying said she could brew a sobering soup, but Li Zhiyuan refused.

At this age, excluding the headache afterward, being drunk is indeed an enjoyment.

Returning to the yard, Beng Beng, who had just climbed back up, "thumped" back into a "drunk" sleep.

Having come this far, Li Zhiyuan simply took the initiative to walk into the Peach Forest ahead.

Different from the usual lute playing and singing, wine drinking, and painting, today the Peach Forest was exceptionally quiet.

Su Luo leaned against a peach tree, dozing off.

Qing'an faced up, floating in the pond.

Both were drunk, but Su Luo seemed genuinely drunk; his actions and feelings were all under Qing'an's control, it could even be said Su Luo was one of the countless faces on Qing'an.

And the one floating on the pond was performing drunkenness; he couldn't actually be drunk, the indescribable torment always haunting him.

Li Zhiyuan's arrival shattered the tranquility here, disrupting Qing'an's performance, breaking character.

He became angry.

Distorted faces rose from beneath the pond.

Men and women, old and young... many weren't even human faces.

They weren't individuals but had long been interconnected, merging into Qing'an's being.

Li Zhiyuan squatted by the pond and asked:

"There's something I've always been puzzled about, why did you suppress yourself here back then?"

A woman's face lifted, her neck like a snake's body, twisting out of the water to face the young man, speaking in a sinister, piercing voice:

"Because the underground in the Central Plains is too crowded."

Li Zhiyuan: "But if looking for quiet, there are plenty of places to choose."

"Hehe... hehe..."

A twisted face floated out, it had only one eye, and its eyeball kept swelling, with threads of pus constantly seeping out.

"If you want to ask something... have to bring an alcohol dish... hehe!"

Li Zhiyuan: "I want to know, why did you choose Nantong as your suppression site."

"Buzz!"

Countless faces darted out of the pond, surrounding the young man, various expressions and glances roaming over him.

The surrounding peach branches pressed down, an invisible pressure falling on the young man.

The young man didn't resist, converting squatting to sitting.

Li Zhiyuan: "Is it related to Wei Zhengdao?"

Nearby, all the faces froze.

Li Zhiyuan asked this because he knew Qing'an was a follower of Wei Zhengdao.

A person like this, when choosing a suppression site, could not have blindly chosen a place at random.

Moreover, when suppressing himself, Qing'an must have understood how long the self-extinction process would be.

"Splash..."

All the faces withdrew.

Qing'an sat up from the pond, looking at the young man, asked:

"What exactly do you want to know?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I've come across a problem."

"I'm not your teacher."

"But you are the one who knows my 'teacher' best in this world."

"I'm not."

"When Wei Zhengdao traveled Zou Jiang back in the day, he was always quiet. He could defeat any competitor, battle any Evil, but there are always things not so easily or conveniently resolved on the spot, requiring time to..."

"No."

"What?"

"No."

"There's no Evil that could escape his suppression?"

"Yes."

"How did he do it?"

"Array."

This wasn't the answer Li Zhiyuan wanted, he certainly knew that to wear down a troublesome Evil with time, an array was a necessary method.

But it wasn't foolproof, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many loopholes in arrays where Evil escaped suppression.

Li Zhiyuan: "So, what do you mean is, any formidable and troublesome Evil defeated and suppressed by him would soon disappear, leaving no consequences?"

"Yes."

Li Zhiyuan looked at Qing'an, then glanced around at the Peach Forest.

The young man was asking a rather taboo question, though not aloud, the question was already thrown.

"After learning the secret technique, and using it more and more often, I began to have an ominous feeling, the question you want to ask now, I've asked him before."

Evidently, Qing'an hadn't received an answer, otherwise, he wouldn't still be here suffering.

At this moment, Li Zhiyuan somewhat felt the ordinary student's experience.