Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1160 - 210: It’s Not a Book—It’s a Prison

They are both books, one pure white and flawless, the other full of evil energy; they should have a common language.

However, just as Li Zhiyuan was about to casually set up an isolation array, Alii came back.

The girl was still holding a large sea bowl in her hands.

Li Zhiyuan glanced at the bowl and was stunned.

Because inside the bowl were red sugar boiled eggs.

A lot of sugar, a lot of eggs.

Only then did Li Zhiyuan realize that when he previously demonstrated his ability to fly with a talisman to Alii, what the girl really noticed was the blood mist oozing from his right palm.

But how did Alii know about using red sugar boiled eggs as a blood tonic?

Given Grandma Liu's conditions, using such a rustic method for nourishment at home wouldn't even be considered.

In reality, Alii originally didn't know, but Cui Cui often came over to play with Alii and always talked to her a lot when she visited.

Because of Cui Cui's life chart, her menarche came relatively early, and she said that after it started, her mother made her red sugar boiled eggs to nourish her blood and energy.

Although Alii never verbally responded to Cui Cui's chatter, she did listen to what Cui Cui said.

"Alii..."

Li Zhiyuan had already been given a psychological aversion to red sugar boiled eggs by Run Sheng, and he didn't expect that the first late-night snack after returning home would still be this.

But seeing the girl's gaze, he had no choice but to sit down and eat the eggs one by one with the sugar water.

Alii had really added too much red sugar. She must have been simmering it in the kitchen earlier. The sweetness was so intense that even Jianlibao seemed bland in comparison.

Seeing the young man finish eating, the girl bit her lip and smiled.

With just one look, Li Zhiyuan felt that the sweetness of the red sugar water was instantly overshadowed.

After Alii left with the empty bowl, Li Zhiyuan sat at the desk, silently digesting.

After a while, he set up an isolation array and then tore off the seal paper on the "evil book" to reveal it once more.

There were still obvious burn marks, and even the scorched smell that permeated the air was just as clear as ever.

It seemed to be indicating to him that it could no longer endure further torture; there was truly nothing left.

"Since you're already wasted, then I shall fulfill your wish."

Li Zhiyuan opened the wordless book, and the sound of the pages being turned was as melodious as an orchestral melody.

The "evil book" suddenly began trembling, not only turning pages by itself without any wind but the pages that had previously been burned black began to return to their original state at a visible speed.

Li Zhiyuan knew it had been pretending all along, but he never expected it could pretend to this extent.

In just a moment, the "evil book" was as good as new, with no trace of damage.

It was evident that he had repeatedly tested the heavenly secrets using it, causing several self-immolations. Was it that the damage was "not severe" or that even through the sealed talisman paper, it had a way to draw power for self-repair?

Despite all his careful precautions, it still managed to surprise him.

It was because he was determined from the start never to make any deals with it that it couldn't exploit him.

As expected, in any clever game, the first to think they're clever loses.

On the pages of the "evil book," a line of delicate writing appeared:

"Congratulations on once again riding the waves successfully. The servant prays for your blessings day and night from under the bed at home."

Then, the pages flipped to sections densely packed with red-text Buddhist scripts, Daoist scriptures, and other types of texts that Li Zhiyuan couldn't immediately identify, but they seemed to be for offering blessings.

The red font was deliberately used to create the impression of a blood-written book, to show more sincerity.

But when it restored itself to its original state before his eyes, it had already set its path to destruction with Li Zhiyuan.

It knew this well but couldn't care less.

Because it was afraid.

Li Zhiyuan looked down at the wordless book in his hand; just a mere glance had terrified it so—it seemed this was its true purpose?

Li Zhiyuan placed the "evil book" on the wordless book. As soon as the two made contact, the "evil book" began trembling violently, and ripples began to form on the pristine pages of the wordless book.

This scene was like pouring ink into a basin of clear water.

But it seemed more like the clear water was purifying the ink rather than the ink muddying the water.

As the "evil book" began to dissolve, more words appeared on it:

"Please, don't do this, I am willing to give you everything!"

"I will obey your every command, I can solve all your doubts!"

When the "evil book" had dissolved halfway:

"You are my master, I am your most devout servant!"

"Following you is the Heavenly Dao Will, a destiny ordained!"

Suddenly, the "evil book" emitted a large amount of black energy, attempting to break free.

Li Zhiyuan spread his right palm, gripping the copper coin sword, and struck it directly.

"Snap!"

Zhao Wuyang's copper coin sword was of utmost yang, made to suppress evil.

In the ethereal realm, it seemed as if a heartrending scream was heard.

On the "evil book," a line of large, sinister text appeared:

"You are a demon, a monster in human skin!"

No one knew how much effort the "evil book" put in so as not to be detected, to subtly invade the young man's emotions, but in the end, all its efforts became like water seeped away unnoticed.

"Plop..."

Like a pebble falling into a lake.

The "evil book" completely vanished.

"Rustle, rustle..."

The wordless book began to rapidly flip through its pages, ultimately stopping at one.

On this page, thick black vertical lines appeared first, like the bars of a prison.

Then an elder with disheveled hair and reddened eyes appeared, gripping the bars with both hands, seeming to howl and roar at the world outside the book as he faced Li Zhiyuan.

Though the image was static, one could almost imagine it dynamic.

Li Zhiyuan closed the wordless book and placed it in front of him.

Now, the young man felt a bit sorry for that scholar, as the other had been tirelessly researching this book all his life and even after death, hoping to unlock its secrets.

"It's not really a book at all; it's a... prison."