Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 485 - 89

The little girl Jingjing lay on the ground flailing her arms and legs, struggling and screaming non-stop, her face smeared with black dog blood.

The fact proves that high-quality materials, even used in the simplest way, still work.

Xiao Hei from our home, lazy though he may be, really takes good care of himself. The quality of the black dog blood he produces is definitely top-notch.

"Uncle, save me! Uncle, save me! Brother Liangliang, save me! Brother Liangliang, save me!"

Jingjing began to call for help, she didn’t feel a threatening presence from the boy, but his decisive actions scared her.

When Li Zhiyuan knocked Jingjing down, Xue Liangliang was stunned, and Mr. Luo suddenly stood up from the sofa.

When Li Zhiyuan splashed the black dog blood on Jingjing, Xue Liangliang and Mr. Luo both took a step back collectively.

When Li Zhiyuan shouted that Jingjing was possessed by an evil spirit, and at the same time Jingjing was crying out loudly for help...

Xue Liangliang and Mr. Luo, one on each side, held down one of Jingjing’s arms and one of her legs.

Two rational technical men, instantly clarified their thoughts and knew what to do.

The profound relationship between Xue Liangliang and Li Zhiyuan goes without saying, even Mr. Luo had encountered many bizarre events in his engineering work, and he had witnessed Uncle Qin’s methods in a hospital ward.

Seeing that these two men not only didn’t save her but also helped the boy to restrain her, Jingjing’s eyes showed intense anger and confusion.

"Snap!"

Auntie Zhao Hui, carrying a freshly cooked dish from the kitchen, saw the scene in the living room, and the plate in her hand fell straight to the ground.

"Auntie save me! Auntie save me! Auntie save me!"

Jingjing finally found a reliable savior.

Auntie Zhao Hui hurried over, running and asking, "What’s going on, what’s going on?"

Li Zhiyuan: "She is possessed."

Zhao Hui’s intended move towards Jingjing stopped, then she turned her head looking at Li Zhiyuan:

"What should we do?"

"Get a rope and tie her up first."

"Oh, okay!"

Zhao Hui immediately went inside to find a rope.

Jingjing: "..."

Indeed, Zhao Hui’s reaction is understandable from a layman’s perspective:

Do you believe the little girl is possessed or believe the provincial top scorer in the university entrance exam is a mental case?

However, Zhao Hui’s decisive and straightforward approach also gave Li Zhiyuan another perspective: during the days Zhao Hui has been taking care of her niece, she might have also sensed something wrong.

The rope was found, and Xue Liangliang and Mr. Luo together tied Jingjing up.

Subsequently, Jingjing was carried to lie on her side and was left on the bed.

Zhao Hui closed the window, drew the curtains, making the room look very confined.

Then, the three of them all turned their gaze towards Li Zhiyuan.

Before they could speak, Li Zhiyuan said:

"Altar table, candles, offerings, yellow paper, yellow wine... if no yellow paper, get me plain paper and a brush or pen, if no yellow wine, beer or liquor will do."

"Okay!"

The three answered in unison, all went out to prepare.

In the bedroom, only Li Zhiyuan and Jingjing who was still frantically twisting and struggling remained.

Seeing the confusion in the girl’s eyes, Li Zhiyuan asked:

"Do you really think I would pretend not knowing and just play along here with you?"

Li Zhiyuan once taught Tan Wenbin, when you feel powerless to face the situation, just pretend not to see the evil spirit.

When he just returned to his hometown in Nantong, that was what Li Zhiyuan did.

At that time, he was utterly clueless about navigating the Underworld, and helpless in facing a Corpse, left only with the option to protect himself by seeking benefits and avoiding harms.

So, over the past year, he kept reading.

Knowledge changes destiny.

Now, facing such filthy things again, he is no longer that boy who can only show a confused expression and act along.

Xue Liangliang and Mr. Luo brought a table up, which also had a candle and not only yellow paper but also gold and silver ingots and Netherworld banknotes.

It was understandable for Auntie Zhao Hui to have these, as her sister and brother-in-law had died in a car accident recently.

Once everything was set up, Zhao Hui’s legs suddenly went weak and she slumped to the floor, thankfully Mr. Luo caught her in time.

"My Jingjing, my Jingjing..."

Having previously been occupied with finding the rope and arranging the offerings, now with nothing else to do, her emotions finally surged.

Mr. Luo looked at Li Zhiyuan and asked, "Xiao Yuan, can you handle it, what do I need to do next?"

"Teacher, after the incident at the river in my hometown last time, my Grandmaster taught me some techniques, I should be able to handle it, you..."

Li Zhiyuan glanced at the door of the bedroom.

Understanding, Mr. Luo said to his wife, "Ah Hui, you also mentioned over the phone that there were some strange things about Jingjing, it’s good that we’ve recognized the problem, for Jingjing’s benefit, we can’t make it worse, I’ll accompany you outside, let’s trust Xiao Yuan."

"Mm." Zhao Hui nodded firmly, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and gave Li Zhiyuan a remorseful smile, "Xiao Yuan, I entrust this to you."

Mr. Luo and his wife left.

Xue Liangliang did not leave; instead, he stayed in the bedroom, lighting the candles and said:

"Our teacher’s wife is a sensible person, lucky husband."

"Mm, you’re also lucky."

"Hey, bro, are we going to keep doing this?"

"I’m serious." Li Zhiyuan pointed at Jingjing still writhing on the bed like a maggot, "Earlier she sensed the Bai family’s aura on you and showed disgust."

"Oh, really? It has that effect?"

"Just like having a mothball in your pocket."

"Xiao Yuan, can’t you pick a more poetic metaphor?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head.

The boy could be indifferent towards the Bai family, but he could never grow fond of them, let alone speak well of them.

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