Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1159 - 210_5

Run Sheng knew what kind of temper she had, but that girl with the surname Yin had a bad temper. In previous times when she delivered rice, noodles, grains, and oil, she didn't miss a chance to sarcastically jab at him.

At his age, he still had some dignity to uphold.

But tonight, Yin Meng had no intention of saving face for him.

In Brother Xiao Yuan's team, she had to be cautious and didn't dare to throw tantrums, but in essence, she was a fiery Sichuan girl who once ran a shop on her own.

This time, when Mr. Shan sold the tricycle, she was really angry and started cursing directly at the old cypress tree in the yard.

Although she didn't curse directly at anyone, the bark on Mr. Shan's face was too embarrassed to stay.

Shamed and blushing, he could only lower his head.

In the midst of it, Mr. Shan occasionally cast pleading glances at Run Sheng, who simply sat there smoking a "cigar," grinning foolishly.

In the end, Mr. Shan couldn't take it anymore, so he raised his fists in a fit of pique:

"Then you might as well chop off both my hands so I can't gamble anymore, satisfied now?"

Yin Meng pointed at the old cypress tree and scolded, "Chopping off your hands isn't enough, you can still use your feet to play cards if you have no hands. You have to chop off your feet too and raise you in a tank so you can be at peace!"

Mr. Shan: "..."

After venting her anger, Yin Meng went to town to buy things.

When Mr. Shan saw that the rice, noodles, grains, and oil bought this time were much less than before, he was too embarrassed to ask.

But when he saw Yin Meng pull out a stack of money, a smile reappeared on Mr. Shan's face.

Yin Meng: "From now on, every month, apart from the money for your meals, we will also cover the money you lose."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Shan's eyes lit up; even losing money had a quota—this was the life of an immortal. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Yin Meng had heard from Brother Xiao Yuan that Mr. Shan losing money was a kind of "stress relief," and also a kind of fate balance.

Normally, a Deadman attaching themselves to a family would not take long before that family would be torn apart. Mr. Shan had been keeping Run Sheng by his side all along.

Therefore, he must keep losing money.

But,

losing money within reason promotes health, while being addicted to gambling ruins families.

Anything in excess is too much. No matter how much Mr. Shan lost before, he neither borrowed money nor sold essential items for meals. Now, as Brother Xiao Yuan commented, "It's too much."

Since it's too much, new rules must be established.

Yin Meng: "Every penny will be accounted for, in the future it will be kept with Mr. Li. If you have no money to gamble, go find Mr. Li, if you have no money for food, also go find Mr. Li. I'll tell Mr. Li to give you small amounts frequently."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Shan was furious: "What, I have to go beg that Li Sanjiang for food? I might as well starve to death!"

Yin Meng: "Then just starve to death."

Mr. Shan pursed his lips and looked towards Run Sheng again.

Run Sheng remained silent, just continued cleaning.

Mr. Shan sat on the ground, waved his hand vigorously: "I'm done living, I'm done living, just let me run into a big Deadman and take me away!"

Run Sheng put the rag into the bucket to wash it and said:

"Grandpa, wanting to run into a big Deadman in Nantong now is harder than you winning money at the card table."

...

At night.

Li Zhiyuan sat at his desk sorting through the things Zhen Sha'an left in the coffin.

Alii came in carrying a wooden box, opened it, and inside were various pre-drawn talisman papers.

Talisman papers are very important consumables, after each wave they must be replenished immediately.

Li Zhiyuan got up and came over, drew two pieces of talisman paper from the box, and placed them in his palm. Then, a mist of blood appeared in his palm. His fingertip drew on the talisman paper:

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The two pieces of talisman paper immediately flew out to the left and right, sticking to the door frames on both sides.

Li Zhiyuan: "How about it?"

Alii nodded.

Only in front of the girl would Li Zhiyuan unconsciously reveal a childlike side.

Then, Li Zhiyuan continued to sort through Zhen Sha'an's leftover scrolls. Alii went out for a bit and quickly returned, standing at the drawing table to start painting.

The two of them were in the same room, each quietly engrossed in their tasks, both able to feel each other's presence.

After sorting and copying down Zhen Sha'an's items, Li Zhiyuan didn't rush to study but instead took out the "Chasing Faraway Secret Scroll" and started recording.

After writing down the events of this wave, Li Zhiyuan rubbed his slightly sore wrist and continued writing the "River Crossing Code of Conduct".

Earlier, the Jiang Shui had a test-and-kill attitude. Now, after enduring wave after wave, Jiang Shui began to recognize his value.

This is also why Li Zhiyuan told Tan Wenbin "there's currently no chance for accidents." Jiang Shui hopes the gradually growing self will undertake the task of fighting poison with poison, so it's unlikely to design any "surprise attacks" as they are not worthwhile.

Therefore, since River Crossing has now entered a new historical phase, it's necessary to prepare strategies in advance for the new challenges of this new stage.

After writing all this, Li Zhiyuan put down his pen, looked up at the time on the wall clock, generally it's around this time that Alii would go to her room to rest.

He still had deductions about team arrays, namely the "Red Line," but it was too late tonight, so he didn't dare to attempt lightly.

Alii put down her paintbrush and left the room.

Li Zhiyuan stretched, took out the wordless book from his backpack, then went under the bed to retrieve the "evil book" that had been wrapped into a ball with a Sealing Talisman.