Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 505 - 92

Chapter 505: Chapter 92

Uncle Qin said this and did so as well.

He walked to the flower stand, lifted the tool basket placed there, took out a hammer first, then reached in and pulled out a handful of nails from the bottom.

Each nail was as long as a chopstick, the nail head as thick as a thumb, all covered in rust.

These were coffin nails.

Uncle Qin held the coffin nail in one hand and shook his wrist, causing all the rust to fall off, revealing the inner surface, which varied in its shade of deep black.

This was not the original color of the nails, but one that could only be attained over many years, soaked in corpse energy.

Even without entering the underworld, Li Zhiyuan seemed to see the black mist exuding from each nail.

This indicated that they had been removed from the coffin of some ominous object not long ago.

At this moment, Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized that his earlier warning was somewhat redundant.

*He vaguely guessed what Uncle Qin was going to do next, and Uncle Qin’s training method was far more aggressive and terrifying than he had imagined.*

*To train to the death was not the ultimate goal; higher than that was training so intensely that one wished for death.*

*No wonder Uncle Qin had gone out of his way to explain things to him when he passed by earlier,* *he wanted to preemptively silence him.*

*Actually, Li Zhiyuan should have gone back inside to read his books or kept Alii company while she drew.*

*In short, it was best not to stay here.*

*Not because the scene was brutal, but because it might tear the bond in their relationship.*

But Li Zhiyuan did not leave, he stood in place.

Run Sheng had just finished a set of punches, spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, and then turned to smile at Li Zhiyuan.

When Uncle Qin approached him with the hammer and coffin nails, his smile froze briefly.

But quickly, Run Sheng waved to Li Zhiyuan and said,

"Xiao Yuan, you should go inside, it’s dirty out here."

Clearly, Uncle Qin had mentioned this method to Run Sheng long ago, and Run Sheng himself had agreed to it.

This was undoubtedly a way to prevent possible cracks in their relationship ahead of time for Li Zhiyuan.

However, Li Zhiyuan still didn’t leave, instead, he sat down on the steps.

Run Sheng raised his hand again, intending to urge Xiao Yuan inside, but seeing that Xiao Yuan had sat down, he said nothing more.

He stood up straight.

Uncle Qin aimed a coffin nail at Run Sheng’s right shoulder and struck it swiftly with the hammer.

"Pop!"

The sound was faint, yet fast, and the coffin nail went in all at once, leaving only a circular nail head on Run Sheng’s shoulder, flush with his skin.

It looked like a dark circular sticker had been applied.

Run Sheng gritted his teeth, panting heavily, his eyes wide open.

*No wonder Uncle Qin was nailing the flower frame with a hammer earlier,* *he was practicing.*

Next, at the shoulder on the other side.

"Pop!"

The second coffin nail was hammered in.

Run Sheng staggered slightly but managed to steady himself, the veins on his neck bulging, his eyes almost about to burst.

But, because Xiao Yuan was sitting right there, *he forced a smile, though it looked as bad as it could.*

Li Zhiyuan stood up, turned, and walked into Alii’s room, then drew the curtain.

Alii, who was drawing, turned around and saw the boy sitting on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The boy lowered his head, looking at his own hands.

*He had good hearing, so even with the windows closed and the curtains drawn,* *the faint "pop" from outside could reach his ears.*

*Each time the sound occurred, the boy’s fingertips would tremble involuntarily.*

Alii did not disturb him, instead, she turned back to continue her drawing.

*She knew the boy needed solitude right now to process things.*

*This was good news because it meant he had emotions to process, but unfortunately, these were not pleasant emotions.*

After Li Zhiyuan went inside, Run Sheng could finally drop the facade, his face contorted with pain.

Uncle Qin’s actions were always quick, every strike of the hammer was decisive.

Run Sheng had no time to react to the penetration of flesh, only a deeper, more intense sensation of pain lingering.

Gradually, Uncle Qin nailed a total of fifteen coffin nails into Run Sheng’s shoulders, arms, palms, legs, and heels.

When the sixteenth nail was driven in, Uncle Qin lightly patted Run Sheng’s back, saying,

"Alright."

This gentle pat caused Run Sheng to stumble continuously forward. When he couldn’t control himself anymore and wanted to kneel, Uncle Qin’s voice rang out again,

"Do you want to kneel and admit defeat?"

Run Sheng took a deep breath, using great willpower to resist the urge to kneel, regaining his balance.

Uncle Qin threw the hammer back into the basket with precision.

"Our Qin family body refinement, focuses on building up force within the body, using oneself as a cage to seek the strength of a dragon, living endlessly.

Remember, this breath of energy, you must remember to harness it not just when you act, but from this moment on, you should be cultivating it continuously."

"Remember... remembered."

"Continue training."

"Yes... Master."

Run Sheng straightened himself, resuming his punches, this time moving very, very slowly, because with each movement, the sixteen coffin nails inside him sent waves of excruciating pain as if scraping bones and tearing muscles.

*These, however, were secondary; primarily, the corpse energy from the coffin nails was constantly invading his body, clashing with the energy within him. This sensation was akin to his whole body being engulfed in flames.*

Uncle Qin stood with arms folded, observing for a while before asking,

"Didn’t have enough for lunch?"

"I... I ate enough."