Corpse Recovery Diver

When these three things happened at the same time, to say they had nothing to do with that person at home would be truly foolish.

"Hehe... Hahaha!"

Liu Yumei burst out laughing, patting the armrest of her chair as she laughed.

The armrest was fine, but the shockwave not only shattered the teapot and bowls on the coffee table, but also caused all the porcelain and jade items in the room to crack.

The few trees outside the window, which were struggling against the winter wind, lost all their leaves in the shock, leaving only bare branches.

The old lady didn't care about these things, no matter how valuable they might be in the market.

The Liu family's eldest daughter was happy, so what if some bowls and jade stones got smashed?

This frustration had been bottled up since Ali's failure at Zou Jiang and was finally released today.

Aunt Liu and Uncle Qin exchanged a glance, then silently continued watching the old lady's joy.

Though there were still many questions and misunderstandings, at least the situation hadn't gotten worse.

Moreover, they knew very well that if this incident was really caused by Xiao Yuan, then in the future... who would dare to secretly target the Qin and Liu Families?

Even the gates of both families would be renewed; after all, plaques are meant to be wiped clean with blood.

The old lady laughed for a long time, finally stopping.

But it was evident she hadn't had enough fun.

So she looked at Uncle Qin standing beside her and deliberately spoke in a lazy tone:

"Look at others, then look at you."

Uncle Qin knelt down, lowering his head, realizing he had somewhat gotten used to this.

Besides, he hadn't expected that at his age, he'd still have to endure comparisons of "look at other people's kids."

Fortunately, Xiao Yuan wasn't someone else's kid; he was their own.

This time, Uncle Qin knelt without any guilt, just indulging the old lady's playful mood.

The old lady glanced down at him, then lifted her foot to lightly kick him several times, mocking, "When will you be sly like Ah Ting?"

Kneeling on the ground, Uncle Qin also burst into laughter.

Then, the old lady's expression darkened, and she said coldly:

"Weren't they planning together to root us out? You two go, clear out the collateral descendants and anyone involved, leave none behind.

Rake the family's old house and ancestral grave three times.

If they dared to hurt our child,

then I,

would erase their lineage completely!"

Uncle Qin propped up one leg, Aunt Liu knelt on one knee, and both said in unison:

"We accept the orders!"

...

On the way back, Yin Meng was driving.

There was no other choice; Tan Wenbin had broken his tailbone and couldn't sit, so he had to lie in the back with Lin Shuyou and Run Sheng.

Li Zhiyuan could drive, but considering they had to pass through areas with lots of people, they were likely to encounter traffic police.

Yin Meng occasionally sneaked glances at Brother Xiao Yuan in the passenger seat while driving.

She felt a bit awkward and had no experience to rely on—what should she do when her ancestor from nearly two thousand years ago and her own boss fell out?

But one thing was clear: she had no familial affection for that ancestor; she was definitely on her boss's side.

If she couldn't discern that, she wouldn't have made it this far.

Li Zhiyuan was pondering what he had done to anger the Great Emperor Fengdu.

What had compelled such a dignified emperor to deceive him to Fengdu under the pretense of a homecoming ancestral worship?

If he naively accompanied Yin Meng for ancestral worship, he might very well end up being the offering.

Logically, it didn't make sense. He and the Great Emperor Fengdu weren't enemies, and as a Fengdu Twelve Commandments inheritor and due to his connection with Yin Meng, they were practically relatives.

Thus, in the lost memory, what exactly had he done to anger the Great Emperor Fengdu?

Li Zhiyuan sensed changes in himself, which definitely went beyond the Wei Zhengdao Black Skin Book skill.

But what specific changes had occurred, and whether he could recover some of the lost memories, required quiet introspection and discovery.

When he returned to school, it was already dark, and the dormitory doors were closed with the lights off.

Lu Yi hadn't returned to the dorm for a few days, sleeping in the shop instead.

Hearing the familiar sound of the pickup, he immediately opened the shop door and helped move the three patients into the basement room.

Li Zhiyuan told Yin Meng to find a doctor and left.

He needed to report his safety; it's not just Alii waiting, but the elderly back home who should be more anxious.

At the school medical office, in the duty office.

Dr. Fan Shulin, who was held in high regard by the leadership, continued his night shift.

There weren't many patients, and the nights were uneventful, so he held an explicit magazine, savoring it while revisiting human anatomy.

This counted as one of the rare relaxing times for a single young man, fantasizing while occasionally changing his crossed-leg sitting posture.

These magazines had been a gift from Tan Wenbin.

Unfortunately, he hadn't sent any patients recently, so their relationship had become somewhat strained.

The door suddenly opened.

Fan Shulin looked up, seeing a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged young girl standing under the hallway light.

"You are...?"

"Tan Wenbin sent me to find you. Please come with me."