Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1187 - 215
Li Zhiyuan remembered that last night Alii was wearing white pajamas when she came over, but now she was in a red dress, proving that the girl had deliberately returned to the East Room to freshen up.
Her bravery to leave meant she knew that he had already returned.
She understood even better what the young man would need when he woke up.
The many habits between the two of them, although naturally begun, were always carefully nurtured and maintained, like birds flying through a misty forest, cherishing any marks left on any tree, these marks also included each other.
Li Zhiyuan got out of bed, walked to the girl, and slowly bowed his head, as he was searching.
The boy and the girl looked into each other's eyes, then lightly touched their foreheads together.
In the girl's eyes, Li Zhiyuan saw himself.
Sometimes, even he would get lost, being unable to distinguish dream from reality, or even become confused about his own identity, but all the answers could be found in her eyes.
It was only at this moment that Li Zhiyuan confirmed he had succeeded, removing the last bit of unease from his heart.
The young man went to pick up the basin, intending to wash up, and stopped in front of the wardrobe, looking at the mirror.
There was no other metaphor, he was truly looking at himself in the mirror.
Three faint stripes appeared on his forehead, so light they were almost unnoticeable, and the corners of his eyes had interwoven black and red veins deep inside, invisible unless he stared deliberately.
Taking a step back, he endured the backlash and quickly assessed his own appearance.
"Cough, cough..."
The boy's chest tightened, and he coughed several times continuously.
This appearance revealed a life marked by great illness.
Li Zhiyuan spread open his right hand, attempting to form a simple array.
Although the array was successfully formed, his vital energy felt agitated, showing that his mind was still in a state of unrest and not steady enough.
All these were signs of having become a Fallen Demon, which required several days of self-regulation to recover, after which they would disappear.
After all, no matter what, he was currently suppressing his body with the identity of a Heart Demon.
If a person from Xuanmen went mad or faced a Heart Demon backlash, it was not unusual for mild cases to go crazy, and for severe cases to transform into a killing demon.
Achieving such calmness was exceedingly difficult.
Unfortunately, no one would be bored enough to stand from a "Heart Demon" perspective to summarize and write a book, and the topic is too obscure; otherwise, Li Zhiyuan's case could be considered the classic example of a Heart Demon consuming its host, worthy of the title "Heart Demon Model."
Indeed, voluntarily degrading himself to become a Heart Demon and giving the identity of the body to "him" was a kind of demotion.
But Li Zhiyuan did not regret it, instead feeling he had profited greatly.
The previous state of indistinguishable identity was truly difficult to handle, with no way to treat it.
Now, though the situation was more difficult, it also provided a method.
He simply needed to follow the "Heart Demon" path, either by finding a method or developing a cultivation technique himself, to keep "him" suppressed permanently.
This idea was "provided" by the Esoteric Buddhism monk who attacked him, and he really needed to find time to visit and thank him properly.
Li Zhiyuan glanced at his desk, as he would write this treatment method into his book next.
Sometimes, having no contemporaries with similar illnesses was a kind of tragedy, and Li Zhiyuan genuinely wished he could exchange some treatment insights with Wei Zhengdao.
As he reached the door, the young man suddenly stopped.
He recalled Wei Zhengdao's self-sealing and suicide, and the Wei Zhengdao he encountered during that Dream Ghost wave was likely not his real body, most probably an incarnation.
With Wei Zhengdao's abilities, creating an incarnation was not difficult, but what was the purpose of doing so?
Why would someone determined to commit suicide still create an incarnation?
Li Zhiyuan suspected that Wei Zhengdao might have also chosen this treatment method, actively splitting himself. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Had he successfully achieved it with this method?
It must have been very hard.
Li Zhiyuan recalled "his" intention to use tactics to suppress himself as a "Heart Demon" last night.
The same treatment method may not suit every patient, or even a different stage of one patient.
His current hope for success was due to his youth, whereas Wei Zhengdao's challenge lay in his realization to pursue treatment and suicide only after he had become too strong.
On the second-floor terrace, the broken old water jar had been replaced by Uncle Qin with a new one; Li Zhiyuan stood in the original spot and began to wash up.
Just as he finished washing up and was wiping his face with a towel, he saw Li Sanjiang twisting his neck and shaking his legs as he came out of the room.
Li Zhiyuan also remembered the well edge in last night's dream, where the Grandmaster, who was supposed to have left the dream, suddenly returned and actively led away all the zombies around him.
Those zombies certainly wouldn't have been a problem for him; even if the Grandmaster hadn't appeared again, he could have solved it easily.
But the Grandmaster's appearance was valuable as it showed that even in the ethereal dream, there were still those who, through sheer subconsciousness, were willing to protect him at all costs.
"Grandmaster, didn't sleep well last night?"
"Hmm, slept wrong on the pillow." Li Sanjiang was embarrassed to say he had a nightmare and fell off the bed, so he casually asked, "Little Yuanhou, how did you sleep?"
"I didn't sleep well either, had a nightmare."
"That's good, that's good... hmm?"
"Grandmaster, I met a professor at university who is good at health maintenance; he taught me a conditioning formula. I'll prepare it and share it with you for a few days; it can calm the mind and soothe the nerves."
