Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 480 - 87_4

Chapter 480: Chapter 87_4

This book is truly difficult to serve.

Li Zhiyuan felt somewhat helpless and could only continue to suppress it for now, searching for a perfect solution later.

Just as he reached out to close the book, wobbly, feeble characters appeared on the blank page in front of him.

Weak and powerless, as if a dying elderly person, with a brush in hand, was making their final struggle.

This book was fighting for its own worth.

The crooked line of text read:

"Fengdu Twelve Laws."

Li Zhiyuan had an epiphany; he had just used the Yin Family’s Twelve Skills to reseal the high heels, and there must still be some faint remnants of the technique’s aura in the bedroom.

The book sensed it and then showed it off like presenting a treasured offering.

He had always felt something was off about the name of the Yin family’s inherited ultimate skill; so it should have been called "Fengdu Twelve Laws."

The name was a much better fit, but it was no wonder it had been changed by future generations; when the family lacked the strength, it was best not to parade such high aspirations.

Li Zhiyuan began to ponder deeply, realizing that what he had deduced was the version of the Yin family ancestors, which might not be the one that Yin Changsheng originally created.

In the context of Fengdu Ghost City’s special environment, invoking the name of the laws, what kind of presence would that be?

This proved that the "Yin Family’s Twelve Skills" still held much potential for him to ruminate over again.

The information was invaluable, as if he had been "given" another new secret tome.

Li Zhiyuan asked the book, "Who are you?"

The page displayed the wobbly characters once more:

"Evil book."

Li Zhiyuan’s gaze darkened; it certainly wasn’t called that, but it was deliberately trying to ingratiate itself with him.

It was in a weakened state now, but it was like a hibernating venomous snake that could turn on you and bite at any moment.

Li Zhiyuan took out the brush from his penholder; naturally too lazy to grind the ink, he simply used the ink as is.

After dipping the brush, he wrote a passage on the blank page.

Once Li Zhiyuan finished writing, the text was absorbed and then reappeared:

"Liu’s Qi Observation Technique."

"You really are a, complete encyclopedia, huh."

But the biggest problem with this book is, if you dare to treat it as an encyclopedia, then once it has gained your trust, it will dig a pit for you.

Li Zhiyuan had long suspected that the Corpse Refining Method acquired by the Mao family father and son was fundamentally flawed.

"What do you want?"

Another line of jumbled characters appeared on the page:

"A fine bird chooses a tree to roost in."

Li Zhiyuan nodded, then closed the book, promptly wrapped it in new canvas, bound it with the Demon Exorcism Whip, and finally pasted it with talisman paper.

The entire process was smooth and swift, without hesitation.

A book that dares play such tricks with him.

However, it isn’t useless; in the future, when he finds some ancient manuscripts, it could prove helpful in deduction, provided that he carefully discerns them.

After tidying the desk, the sky was beginning to brighten.

Tan Wenbin had not returned yet; he was probably still attending to someone.

Li Zhiyuan put "Liu’s Qi Observation Technique" in his backpack and walked out of the dormitory after shouldering it.

At the stairway, he happened to see Lu Yi also carrying a backpack, holding two steamed buns in his left hand and a large mug of water he had just filled from the hot water room in his right, eating.

"Eh, Brother Genius, here."

Lu Yi enthusiastically offered his own steamed bun.

Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "I’m going out to eat something delicious."

"Oh, like that, then I can’t just fill my stomach for nothing." Lu Yi took back his hand, took another bite, then blew on the cup’s rim and carefully sipped, "Brother Genius, I’m only up this early because I have to tutor far away this morning. What about you?"

"Tutoring."

...

Li Zhiyuan arrived earlier today than usual; Aunt Liu hadn’t finished preparing breakfast yet, while Liu Yumei was sitting in the living room, combing Alii’s hair.

Logic would dictate that a girl dressing up is a private affair, but Liu Yumei didn’t avoid the presence of the young man. Instead, she said:

"If you want to watch, come closer."

Li Zhiyuan approached.

Alii sat there gracefully, her eyes locked onto Li Zhiyuan in front of her, while the boy watched her in return.

The girl stretched out her hand and pointed downward; Li Zhiyuan understood and began playing chess with her.

A smile lingered on the corners of Liu Yumei’s mouth as this was the first time she closely participated in her granddaughter’s game; she could feel Alii’s joy at the moment.

Glancing at the "game" the two were engaged in, she couldn’t help but feel emotional:

Other girls are easily deceived and taken advantage of in their naive and inexperienced youth, but her Alii was the opposite.

With a game like this, even when Alii grows up, it will be hard to find others who can play with her.

The same probably goes for this young man.

The old lady has never been a fan of childhood sweethearts, having not experienced it herself, but now, she couldn’t help but see it in a new light.

Having tasted the best too early, having seen the most beautiful vistas, what one eats and sees later will easily become bland and tasteless.

The hair was done.

Liu Yumei picked up the accessories to adorn Alii.

Then retracting her hands and slightly leaning back, she admired her granddaughter, her own work of art.

She ached for her grandchild’s illness but never felt any resentment or dissatisfaction for having a granddaughter like Alii, as she had brought great joy and contentment to her life.

"Time for breakfast!"

Everyone took their seats; breakfast was still exquisite and plentiful.

Liu Yumei put down her chopsticks early, wiping her mouth with a napkin while saying, "Xiao Yuan, come to the study after you’re finished eating."

"Alright, Grandmother."

Alii looked up, glancing at Liu Yumei.

Liu Yumei’s face slightly reddened, stood up, and walked into the study.