Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1292 - 235

In the depths of the peach grove, a pair of eyes slowly opened, the gaze piercing through the fierce wind and petals, landing on Li Zhiyuan.

In its eyes, the figure of the young man was slowly overlapping with another.

They were very much alike.

The recent greeting and tone had caused it to feel a momentary illusion, as if instantly recalling the past.

After so many years of self-suppression, it had long blurred its self-awareness, yet its memory of that person had become clearer.

Soon,

The wind ceased, the flowers slept.

The earlier urgency and current tranquility were reactions to its inner emotions.

Li Zhiyuan turned to glance at Lin Shuyou standing below the embankment, signaling he could continue digging on Tai Sui's ground.

Lin Shuyou didn't hesitate, quickly running back to the peach grove, picking up the Yellow River Shovel, and continued excavating.

This time, there was no wind blowing or flowers falling.

After digging for a short while, Lin Shuyou heard zither music echoing intermittently from deep within the grove.

Ah You suppressed his senses, with no impulse to indulge in Walking Yin, solely focused on digging the pit to bury Run Sheng.

The teenager walked up to him.

"Ah You, make the pit a bit bigger."

Lin Shuyou nodded immediately, "Don't worry, Brother Xiao Yuan, I know Run Sheng is big, will make sure he's buried comfortably."

Li Zhiyuan continued walking inward, placing Run Sheng here was only the first step, for better healing effects, that person needed to be willing to help.

In reality, the interests held no meaning for someone waiting for death.

Therefore, the only thing he could offer was emotional value.

Upon reaching the deepest part, Li Zhiyuan stood still, starting Walking Yin.

The zither music instantly became clear, with a graceful gentleman sitting under the peach tree, boldly playing, elegance mingling with boldness, matching the phrase:

I am the mountain water boy of Qingdu, destined to deliver with unrestrained spirit.

At that time, Wei Zhengdao didn't consider it a true friendship, yet it remaining by Wei Zhengdao's side was an incredible affirmation.

Even later, when the True Monarch System was established, Sun Baishen only exchanged words with Wei Zhengdao due to the thickness of the Buddha Skin Paper, leaving as soon as it was used up, unwilling to stay a moment longer.

Such a stunning person ended up with such a fate, indeed evokes pity.

Now, the reason it's playing is because of the greeting and the name being called out, momentarily reflecting on its past.

It is immersed in this inevitably brief reminiscence.

Li Zhiyuan leaned against a peach tree.

While listening to the music, the young man pondered on the next steps to maximize the emotional value for the opposite party.

Since it chose to revisit this memory, the Wei Zhengdao in its eyes must still have the illness untreated... or even haven't planned to cure, purely performing.

This was simple, Li Zhiyuan could easily emulate, after all, he's a seasoned actor, having seen the interactions between Wei Zhengdao and it in Sun Baishen's memory imagery, naturally able to simulate Wei Zhengdao's performance style at that time.

Thus, it faced away from the teenager, sitting there and played a complete piece.

During this time, it didn't communicate with the teenager, Li Zhiyuan silently adjusted his response strategy according to the progress in his mind.

This isn't deception, as no one could fool it; this was its need, both sides merely taking what they needed.

Finally, the piece concluded.

With lingering echoes, it placed its hands on the zither string and asked:

"How was the piece?"

"Heh, average."

It laughed and then looked up, letting the fallen petals cover its face.

Over there, Lin Shuyou, who had just carried the severely injured and unconscious Run Sheng, found the inside of the pit he dug was entirely covered with peach blossoms.

When he placed Run Sheng inside, the peach flower padding rippled.

"Hiss..."

Lin Shuyou withdrew his hand and looked at his fingertip, reddened as if scalded.

This was a very dense Evil Qi, surpassing what a normal Deadman's resentment could condense.

Though adjacent peach trees had been plucked to bare branches, peach blossoms continued to fall into the pit.

At this moment, Run Sheng seemed to be submerged in water, with the water level gradually rising, completely submerging him.

Completing Walking Yin, Li Zhiyuan emerged, looking at Run Sheng in the pit.

Lin Shuyou: "Brother Xiao Yuan, need to cover with dirt?"

Li Zhiyuan: "No need, submerged like this is fine."

The peach grove has its own Barrier, no worry of accidental discovery.

The boy is busy now, first thing upon returning home was not checking on Grandmaster and Alii, but treating and confirming recovery directions for partners' injuries.

Now, Run Sheng's situation is sorted, with Evil Qi dense enough to drip water, an exaggeration that was reality depicted now.

That person did far better than anticipated.

Li Zhiyuan had just exited the peach grove with Lin Shuyou when a sigh came from within:

"Alas, sadly, you're ultimately not him."

Originally a clear-cut transaction, but since the other party gave too much, Li Zhiyuan didn't mind giving a bit more too.

The young man turned back, looking inside, speaking:

"Indeed, I'm not him, but you've always remained you."

"Oh?"

"Equally naive, easily fooled and coaxed, easily believing in others, your mind, beyond saving."

Next to him, Lin Shuyou had wide-opened eyes, ready to activate True Monarch state anytime to push Brother Xiao Yuan away first, leaving himself behind.

However, inside didn't come roars and rage, but loud laughter: