Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1078 - 194

Li Zhiyuan ended the Walking Yin state and reached out to rub his forehead.

The young man's mind felt somewhat groggy, but it was still within an acceptable range.

Learning, after all, requires a certain price to be paid.

Fortunately, he had companions this time.

Zhao Yi's body went limp, but thanks to Tan Wenbin's quick reflexes, he caught him just in time to prevent him from falling and hitting the back of his head.

In a short period, the Life and Death Door repeatedly opened and closed, akin to dancing on the edge of the Ghost Gate, causing the body to be repeatedly tormented.

Zhao Yi, however, was gradually getting accustomed to it, with old shackles nearly becoming just a trick at his fingertips; this was indeed great progress.

"Hoo..."

Zhao Yi cautiously reached his hand to feel Tan Wenbin's back. Seeing it wasn't as cold as last time, he climbed on by himself.

Tan Wenbin carried him and said, "Mr. Zhao is really skilled."

Zhao Yi replied, "I've been a sickly child since young, I'm used to being carried."

Tan Wenbin said nothing more and carried him off the platform.

Whether from foreign breeds or local ones, a mule that can pull the millstone is a good mule.

Previously, Zhao Yi had demonstrated his role and value, naturally allowing him to match the corresponding treatment.

White Crane Child knelt on one knee, using the trident to support its body, struggling to maintain the last bit of time.

No one is born liking to deal with human affairs, but when immediate benefits are in sight, it doesn't need to be taught, even gods are no exception.

Li Zhiyuan walked up to the White Crane Child, squatted down, and matched his gaze.

"You've worked hard."

This was his teaching scene, but it was also a beating scene for the child.

The child used its last bit of strength to slightly raise its chin: "Duty...calls."

After speaking, the child departed.

It was very much like an elderly person, seeing the last person they wanted to see before their deathbed, and then peacefully leaving.

Lin Shuyou swayed, feeling very weak, but because he hadn't used the Evil-breaking Talisman Needle, he didn't collapse unconscious.

"Bang!"

Li Zhiyuan opened a can of Jianlibao and handed it to Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou took it with both hands.

Not to show respect, but because he feared he couldn't hold it with one hand.

He tilted his head back and drank "gulp gulp," then belched loudly, like a hardworking mule happily snorting.

Run Sheng, thinking while pulling out drinks from his bag, noticed that everyone, influenced by Mr. Li, had the mark of a mule ingrained in their daily worldview.

Fortunately, they had all graduated high school, otherwise, when writing metaphors in Chinese exams, they might be accused of plagiarism.

Lin Shuyou smacked his lips, feeling a bit of strength returning.

It was actually just psychological; a drink wasn't some miraculous elixir. But because Brother Xiao Yuan drank it often, in his companions' eyes, it was seen with a special filter.

Tan Wenbin carried Zhao Yi over, and Run Sheng handed over a drink.

Zhao Yi accepted it.

Then noticed Run Sheng still staring at him.

Zhao Yi said, "In my pocket."

Tan Wenbin turned sideways, allowing Run Sheng to reach into his pocket and pull out several bottles and jars.

Zhao Yi asked, "Can you tell them apart?"

Run Sheng nodded.

Having received supplies twice from Captain Zhao, he was well-acquainted with these precious medicine pills.

Exchanging Jianlibao for miraculous elixirs, seemed like a fair trade.

After feeding him the medicine, Run Sheng turned around and squatted down, gesturing for Lin Shuyou to get on.

Lin Shuyou said, "I can walk by myself."

Run Sheng shook his head, "Rest on my back for a bit, catch your breath, we might need you later."

Lin Shuyou felt that made sense and got on Run Sheng's back.

Li Zhiyuan walked over to Yin Meng, who was leaning against the coffin, catching her breath.

Earlier, she'd been worried about her role in the team, but she soon had the opportunity to prove her value.

Her anxiety eased, and although poisoned, Yin Meng felt content inside.

Li Zhiyuan grabbed Yin Meng's arm with his left hand and drew a dagger from his boot with his right, making three cuts on her arm.

He then pressed his fingers into the red mud, quickly drawing patterns on her arm, and then pressed his thumb down to activate it. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Yin Meng suddenly felt intense pain, biting her lip to avoid making a sound, only trembling slightly.

Black blood poured rapidly from the wounds, soon pooling on the ground.

All at once, Yin Meng felt much lighter; most of the poison had been expelled, and she could deal with the rest herself.

Her previously calm mood instantly became anxious again:

"Brother Xiao Yuan, did you learn poison arts?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head.

He had read many profound Health Care Scriptures, knowing some basic rigid medical theories.

Previously, when Yin Meng poisoned herself, he was clueless and dared not treat it, but the poison "replicated" by the one in the coffin was so standardized, it matched exactly the standard cases he'd studied.

"Wrap it yourself."

"Okay."

Yin Meng nodded, flicked out a Gu Worm from her fingertips, which landed on the wound, biting along its edges, soon suturing it tightly.

It came with anesthetic effects, needing no stitches removal, with excellent results.

After suturing, Yin Meng looked up at Lin Shuyou on Run Sheng's back.

Frightening Lin Shuyou, who quickly shook his head: "My injuries are all internal, no need for external treatment."

Li Zhiyuan stood beside the coffin, placing his hand on the coffin wall.

"Creak... creak... creak..."

Subtle sounds of friction echoed, along with faint vibrations, as the closed coffin isolated most of the commotion inside and out, with the trickle of sound hinting at the tumultuous madness inside.