Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 552 - 101_6

Chapter 552: Chapter 101_6

These trinkets, each and every one of them hidden so deep, if they were so easy to find, Liu Yumei would have taken Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu to get rid of this trash long ago. It’s impossible for them to have been left unchecked until today.

And the reason why I can find each one with such precision is that I have exploited the rules.

After listing them as quiz questions, they have no choice but to show up, which is rather like using public tools for private purposes in the name of protecting the Righteous Path.

They are my question bank.

As long as I keep proposing "self-selected questions" wave after wave, they will become even more fearful. Those that were crushed under my River Crossing journey will be completely eradicated, and the remnants will probably never dare to come close to intimidate or harass again.

Of course, this might also lead to a consequence, that is, the powerful Corpse that originally disdained using such methods might adopt this way to seek vengeance upon me, the common heir of both the Qin and Liu families.

But that’s actually fine, I’ll just deal with it when the time comes.

At least for now, the air around Alii’s ears is much quieter.

Ending the Underworld walk, returning to reality.

Li Zhiyuan and Alii went up to the third floor, to the place where the ancestral tablets were enshrined.

Having passed the first wave of the official River Crossing, it’s about time to pay my respects.

But as the youth was about to bow in salute, he saw Alii had already taken down the two tablets in the middle.

"Alii, put them down first. You can take them when I’m not around."

Alii put the tablets back in place.

Li Zhiyuan bowed in salute, and after finishing, he walked out of the room and waited at the door for a while. Alii came out, holding the two ancestral tablets in her arms.

Back downstairs in the study, Alii sat down, placed the white bone on the drawing table, and looked at Li Zhiyuan.

"This is for you, you design it."

Alii shook her head.

"You plan to make it and then give it to me?"

The girl nodded.

"Since it’s a gift for me, it must be designed by you."

Alii picked up the brush and started to draw the design.

Li Zhiyuan looked towards the other corner of the desk, at the farthest edge, there was a long painting scroll, the background had already been painted, it was the scenery beyond Alii’s "threshold" earlier on.

From the structural layout, what Alii wanted to paint seemed to be Granny Yu who stood close to the threshold that day.

In the middle of the drawing table was a seal stone material the size of a child’s palm, with engraving knives and drawings beside it.

Lifting up the paper, Li Zhiyuan saw the future appearance of this seal: four sides below, a rising dragon above, small yet possessing an imposing air.

However, the characters for the seal had not been drawn; it seemed Alii had yet to make a decision.

Every word, every matter he mentioned, the girl kept in her heart, and indeed she was acting upon them.

And it was clear to see, she was very engaged and immersed, only before, it was to escape, and now it was to enjoy this concentration and tranquility.

While Li Zhiyuan was lost in his thoughts, Alii handed over a newly drawn paper to him.

"So fast?"

Looking down, on the paper, was a design for a Bone Ring.

Just need to hollow out the middle, thin out the edges a bit, and maintain its original form as much as possible, so the design was not complicated.

Li Zhiyuan looked at the drawing, then at his own fingers, imagining the sensation of this Bone Ring on his finger.

In his heart, a sense of anticipation truly arose.

This piece of bone, the only relic left by the ash-burned Granny Yu, had the ability to amplify the spirit. Wearing it, using the Intimidation skill would be even more effective.

Alii went to the corner of the drawing table, rolled up the long painting scroll with the background already painted that was sitting on the side, and threw it into the trash bin next to her.

Originally, she wanted to use this unfinished painting as a record for the youth’s first official Corpse taken down after completing the River Crossing.

But now, after listening to the youth’s narrative, she had a better visual in mind.

The youth holding a cup of black, pulsating water in his left hand, Karmic Fire ascending in his right, Granny Yu like a dog lying prostrate in front of the youth, waiting for her ultimate end.

The girl reached out and touched the two newly taken down ancestral tablets; she wanted to use them to create a large painting frame.

From now on, every time he deals with a Corpse, she would paint a picture and then include it in the collection. When all the paintings are completed, his River Crossing would also be successful.

That is, the painting scroll is very long, so the frame book must also be made very large, and a lot of materials will be used. However, using up all the ancestral tablets at home should just barely suffice.

Li Zhiyuan never expected that when he picked up the bone, he thought of giving it to Alii as handicraft material, hoping to alleviate the ancestral burdens of both the Qin and Liu families, but due to his own involvement, he ended up sending both families’ ancestors to their doom.

The girl turned back, looking at the new blank scroll on the drawing table, the unfinished seal, the bone ring she had just designed, and the picture frame she was about to start making.

Inside, she felt a heartfelt satisfaction.

Li Zhiyuan pulled back the curtains and opened the French windows.

In the corner of the courtyard, there was a pile of straw mats, and beneath them was a blood-red coffin.

Run Sheng was currently lying in this coffin.

This also meant that what Uncle Qin brought back last time was not just coffin nails; he had brought the lair of a malignant entity as well.

Even from a distance, one could hear Run Sheng’s pained groans, evidently enduring extreme torment and refinement inside.

However, when Li Zhiyuan approached, the groaning sounds disappeared.

Getting even closer, he heard a few crisp knocks.

It was as if Run Sheng was chuckling in a silly way.

"Brother Runsheng, keep it up, I’m waiting for you."

"Thud thud!"

Two consecutive knocks responded.

Uncle Qin asked, "Xiao Yuan, what do you think we should grow here? How about loofahs?"

"Aren’t we supposed to plant flowers?"

"Your Grandma Liu said planting flowers is all show and no substance. It’s better to grow some vegetables. That way, life feels more secure and promising."

It was the first time Uncle Qin heard the term "secure" used to describe life from the matriarch, but he could see the sense of purpose in the matriarch’s expression.

Li Zhiyuan: "Vegetables grown by ourselves are definitely tastier, just like the ones we used to grow at the Grandmaster’s House."

"Now, we’re almost out of pickles at home. It’s fine for grandma to have plain porridge to cleanse her stomach, but she can’t get used to the pickles from outside."

Aunt Liu’s voice came through; she stood in another corner of the yard, in front of a pickling jar. Only this time, what was inside wasn’t snow vegetables but Yin Meng.

With her eyes closed and only her head exposed, Yin Meng was surrounded by a dark purple liquid, which seemed to be crawling with poisonous insects.

Although the environment was a bit dirty, it was clear that Yin Meng’s skin had become whiter and her whole person more spirited, like a freshly peeled egg.

For the first time, Li Zhiyuan realized that poison could also be used for beauty treatments.

On the other hand, Aunt Liu, standing beside, looked haggard and thin, her once lustrous hair starting to split and turning slightly yellow.

Li Zhiyuan wanted to approach Yin Meng and cheer her on as well, but seeing her radiant appearance in contrast to Aunt Liu, he could only say to Aunt Liu:

"Aunt Liu, you’ve worked hard."

Aunt Liu pointed at Yin Meng and said, "This girl is tenacious and talented, but she’s a bit draining on those who teach her."

"I’m here!"

Tan Wenbin’s voice rang from outside, warmly greeting everyone.

Then he noticed that none of the three people standing in the courtyard were looking at him, but rather behind him.

Turning his head, he saw an old man and a middle-aged man walking steadily, like mountains approaching, carrying with them a vast and imposing atmosphere.

The middle-aged man looked arrogant, and the elderly man had an inherent sternness.

They were advancing at a slow pace.

First they saw the woman standing beside the pickling jar, tying her hair up with a rubber band;

Then the man under the flower trellis, rolling up his sleeves.

Suddenly,

The expression of the middle-aged man became naive and simple, and the figure of the elderly man stooped.

Passing by the courtyard gate, they didn’t stop but instead quickened their pace and continued forward.

They,

were just passing by.

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