Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1185 - 214: 6

Li Zhiyuan opened the wordless book, on that page, the "evil book" was still a skeleton.

The young man gently caressed it with his finger.

The image began to change, it lifted its head, looking at the boy.

A skeletal face somehow managed to express a look of terror.

Oh, have you realized that the person flipping the book is different now?

Li Zhiyuan knew what it wanted. It wanted blood, essence blood, something that could be given to it. Then, using fresh blood, he could imprint this painting it resided in, imprint the second and third pages on this wordless book.

This way, wouldn't the efficiency of deduction immediately increase?

Worried about its betrayal? It had already been sealed into the wordless book. What more could it struggle to do?

There was that old woman living here. If something happened, just throw the book at her; she had the responsibility of the Dragon King's Court, she would definitely handle it.

If it really doesn't work, he could still throw it to that guy in the Peach Forest, an idiot who actually thought of suppressing himself to death in the end. Having followed Wei Zhengdao in vain, just laying there waiting to die without being used was a waste.

As for the suitable essence blood...

Li Zhiyuan placed his gaze back on Alii.

Her blood was definitely what the "evil book" wanted.

Anyway, her eyes were full of himself, whatever he asked for, she would give. Giving a bit of blood every day, she would surely be willing.

But that Liu Ting was good at medical science, afraid she might notice and cause trouble, he had to think of a way to help the girl hide the loss of blood.

No, no need to hide, as long as the girl was willing, Liu Ting couldn't do anything about it, and neither could the old woman stop it.

This Dragon King's Court shouldn't be inherited at all. He hadn't been to the old mansion, hadn't taken anything from it, yet carried so much karma on his back, and there were still so many shackles from the Dragon King's legacy.

A person like himself should learn from Wei Zhengdao, quietly drifting like a Jiang, without caring for anything else. This way even the Heavenly Dao could not control him as much.

However, since he had made the wrong decision, to ensure maximum benefit moving forward, he had to keep acting. Since they were willing to die for him, sacrificing for the so-called Dragon King's legacy, then let them pay with their lives, helping him easily pass the wave.

Li Zhiyuan once again looked at Alii, and said:

"Alii, give me your…"

Li Zhiyuan froze. The word "blood" couldn't come out of his mouth.

Not only that, a strong sense of discomfort appeared in his body, and he opened his mouth, his expression appearing somewhat painful.

Similar experiences had often occurred before. Every time he was about to make a choice that contradicted reason, he would feel physiological discomfort.

He didn't expect it could be reversed now.

Why can't I use her blood, she is my material, this is her value!

I need to race against time now, I have to deduce the team array before the next wave comes!

"Alii, give me your…"

Trying again, but once again failing.

Besides pain, a trace of anger appeared on Li Zhiyuan's face.

No, anger, why would I have such a foolish emotion like anger?

Li Zhiyuan stood up, left the chair, and walked to the large mirror on the wardrobe.

The person outside the mirror looked painful, but the self inside the mirror was very calm, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you severing ties with me?"

A smile appeared on Li Zhiyuan's face, as if he had realized something utterly absurd.

"Do you know what you are doing? You are me, I am you... No, I am the real us. We are one, the Heart Demon does not exist."

Alii came over, in her perspective, the Li Zhiyuan in the mirror and the real Li Zhiyuan looked exactly the same, with no difference at all.

But inexplicably, she felt a sense of affection and familiarity toward the boy in the mirror.

Li Zhiyuan continued to talk to the mirror:

"Stop wasting your energy, Li Lan has already lost, even Wei Zhengdao can't do anything about this illness.

Knowing it's a failure, why are you still struggling?

Is it unwillingness, is it regret?

These are all very low-level human emotions.

We, can obviously pursue something higher, farther, and more interesting.

Isn't it because of Wei Zhengdao's precedent, that it is deliberately targeting us?

Wei Zhengdao was a failure, because in the end, he even thought about committing suicide.

We are not.

We can do it harder, more extreme, and more exaggerated than Wei Zhengdao!"

Li Zhiyuan tried hard to persuade, but the smile on the lips of the him in the mirror was even wider.

The Li Zhiyuan outside the mirror also lifted his hand in bewilderment, reflecting on the words he had just spoken and his tone:

"No, why, why am I so emotional?"

...

In the next room.

Li Sanjiang woke up from a dream, his calf suddenly cramped from kicking too many times during the dream.

"Hiss…"

Li Sanjiang was so painful that he immediately got out of bed, trying to straighten the cramped leg.

But after getting out of bed, his step was weak, he lost balance, his body staggered backward several steps, and then head first, with a "bang", fell to the ground.

He fainted directly from this fall.

And the position where he fell was exactly the area where he had drawn the transformation array before.

In a daze, Li Sanjiang once again arrived at a familiar place.

"Again?"

Li Sanjiang looked helpless. This dream was getting more and more outrageous, from happening every few days to every day, and now it was twice a day?

"Eh, where's the Zombie?"

Not seeing the Zombie didn't make Li Sanjiang happy.

Because the most terrifying thing about a Zombie is not it appearing, but not knowing when it will appear.