Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 503 - 91_3

"What kind of opening is that? It’s something I promised you a long time ago, and I promised it twice at that."

"The past is the past, the present is the present, different promises carry different weights at different times."

Before I had River Crossed, none of this was a concern, but now, everything is tied up in cause and effect.

Moreover, based on the results of my having already River Crossed, consequences have evidently already emerged.

For instance, Uncle Qin came back with serious injuries, and Aunt Liu was nearly poisoned to death today.

One is to teach Run Sheng martial arts, the other is to teach Yin Meng Poison Art.

The old lady was fine though, because all she does is chit-chat with Binbin.

If there’s a price to be paid...

Then the most cost-effective thing in this world, in terms of effort and reward, is—learning.

Better to have Run Sheng learn and grow into someone like Uncle Qin than to have Uncle Qin fight for oneself;

Better to have Yin Meng learn and grow into someone like Aunt Liu than to have Aunt Liu heal and poison for oneself.

After all, according to common sense and experience, the storms just after River Crossing are not that big, and my team still has room for error and growth.

Liu Yumei asked, "What about you? And what about me?"

Clearly, Liu Yumei had also sensed that this kind of backlash had already appeared.

But there’s no way around it; the old lady, who has always liked to keep up appearances, wouldn’t allow only Ali and Ah Ting to bleed, she also had to wet her handkerchief with a mouthful, or else it wouldn’t feel right.

"Grandma, you decide, pick out a set of basic books for me, the more fundamental the better."

"Grandma, actually... I can take a lot more than both of them."

"I know, I believe you."

Li Zhiyuan’s gaze fell on the chair where Liu Yumei had been sitting, which now had both armrests crushed, leaving two small piles of fine wood ashes on the ground.

This wasn’t something achievable by mere brute strength.

"Then you might as well ask Grandma for something good, don’t be shy, let Grandma bleed happily for once."

"But I’m lacking the basics."

A shaky foundation will lead to disadvantages in the future, a lesson often repeated by school teachers.

Li Zhiyuan previously suffered a lot because of this.

He doesn’t lack high-end Cultivation Techniques now; what’s most important is that these high-end classical secret manuals can continue to be rifled through in the Grand Master’s House’s basement.

To the Grandmaster, those ancient books are simply worthless junk, and he doesn’t even consider them his own.

This also means that, no matter how many sets of books I take, it will have no backlash effect on the Grandmaster.

Liu Yumei closed her eyes, seemingly resigned, and said softly,

"Fine then."

Li Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Grandma, once Run Sheng and the others have learned over this period, our future interactions can go back to how they were."

"Up to you."

Liu Yumei waved her hand, gesturing for him to go quickly.

What emerged in her mind now was the scene of Li Sanjiang sitting in front of a small stool, calculating Li Zhiyuan’s university expenses stroke by stroke.

Sometimes, having the means and the resources but not being able to give them is a kind of frustration.

Even more frustrating was that Liu Yumei found herself recently empathizing a lot with Li Sanjiang.

"Grandma, I’m going to go now."

Li Zhiyuan walked towards Alii.

The young man didn’t quite like Alii’s outfit today, it was too solemn, lacking a bit of innocence and playfulness; fortunately, such attire wasn’t for everyday wear.

Alii stood up, offering her hand to the young man.

The moment they held hands, Li Zhiyuan seemed to hear ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

It must be because he entered into the Qin Liu families, receiving identity recognition, which made his relationship with Alii legally closer.

This was the first time Li Zhiyuan realized that not only in the night while asleep, even in the wakeful daylight, those things were still haunting her.

No wonder the girl previously preferred sitting on the bench, eyes gazing straight ahead; she was trying her best to block out the distractions around her.

This kind of threat, intimidation, and curse does not distinguish between day and night, like maggots in one’s bones, always there.

Alii seemed to sense something, her eyelids closing slightly in an attempt to sever this connection and keep the young man unaffected.

But Li Zhiyuan, holding her hand, exerted a slight force, and then with a focused look, went directly Underworld.

The girl looked up at the young man, who gently lifted her hand:

"Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

You didn’t tell me that even when playing chess with me, eating, or drawing, you were still surrounded by such imagery.

The girl didn’t speak.

The young man led her by the hand, walking outside.

He pushed open the door, outside was the corridor; beyond the door, was a bloody, mucky swamp.

They walked down the stairs, which were covered with a soft and non-slip mat; but the stairs were actually made of stacked white bones, with countless hands stretching out from inside, trying to grab their ankles.

They reached the ground floor, on the table Aunt Liu had already prepared a delicious lunch; the table was actually a large pot, inside which a giant fleshy lump was boiling, the lump with eyes, hands, and legs, rolling constantly in the pot, and from its disproportionately small mouth, incessant filthy curse words could be heard.

They arrived at the front door, outside was the courtyard of the three-story townhouse, the door opened to torrential rain; they reached the threshold of a quaint bungalow, beyond which were various eerie, terrifying beings, all having stopped what they were doing to face this direction, displaying chilling smiles.

Li Zhiyuan was sick.

Li Lan had said, they, mother and son, were monsters in human skin because their inborn nature would erase emotions, treating even the closest people around them as more foolish and disgusting lower beings.

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