Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 809 - 145:

But the boy, he can perform nearly flawless control.

Without relying on external forces, he makes the corpse obey him directly.

In Jie Shun'an's eyes, this is simply an inconceivable ability.

Li Zhiyuan's special cultivation technique comes from a fellow patient with the surname Wei.

It's only suitable for sharing and circulating within the patient community.

Outsiders not only find it hard to learn; even if a rare genius forcibly tries to learn it, the outcome is bound to be tragic: a fate worse than death, with the added torment of being unable to die.

The one under the peach tree back home is the best example.

However, whether one can learn it or not is secondary; Li Zhiyuan can't be bothered to continue communicating with Jie Shun'an.

If Jie Shun'an had been willing to sit down and talk properly from the beginning, and handed over that command flag to him, he might have considered sitting with him to plan revenge.

The boy quite likes pondering over these things.

Sometimes, he would think of the black cat from the past.

It trusted him, was obedient and well-behaved, able to report progress and final outcomes, beginning and ending properly.

Unfortunately, it has been freed.

The difference is, back then, the cat-faced old lady, although defeated by a zombie back home, when encountered at night in the village, the black cat still had the power to handle her.

Although he tricked Uncle Qin into coming to the village, at that time Uncle Qin was still in the stage of not being able to balance a bottle, and everyone wasn't that close.

So that cat, with its strength, was willing to listen to his suggestions.

Jie Shun'an wasn't; he was thoroughly defeated by him.

"Have you grown disdainful of speaking to me?"

The ferocity on Jie Shun'an's face slowly reappeared.

However, when he was about to stand up again, Run Sheng pressed him back down with a shovel on his back.

Run Sheng really wanted to smash his head open, but Xiao Yuan hadn't given the word yet.

Under Li Zhiyuan's control, the Corpse-Driving Daoist walked down into the pit and lay back in the coffin.

Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes, ending the control over him.

Then, blood flowed from the corner of his eye.

This is the price of controlling an entity of this level; even if the other party is cooperating with you at their core, it is still an extremely terrifying burden.

Li Zhiyuan has a set of standards to measure his level of exhaustion: headache is the first step, nosebleed the second, and bleeding from the eyes the third.

At this step, it's very dangerous; exhausting himself further might lead to blindness.

"Brother Runsheng, the offering table."

"Got it."

Run Sheng quickly went to set up the offering table.

Jie Shun'an was about to stand up again, but this time, his shoulder was stepped on by White Crane Child, who was still holding the child, pressing him back down.

He let out a painful groan, being pinned to the ground, forbidden to struggle.

With the offering table set up, Li Zhiyuan began to pay respects to the ancestors of the Jie family, as a form of ritual.

The boy lit three incense sticks.

Since the other party was half Jie family ancestor and half General, the incense ceremony had to be reduced by half.

No matter how humble the General had become, nor how cordial he might seem with those who once oppressed him, as a young boy, he couldn't perform rites for the General.

He removed one incense stick, preparing to half remove another, but then recalled the drink the General offered him at the Banquet Hall.

Upon thinking, he decided that this half incense stick would repay that drink.

The ritual finished.

Turning around, Lin Shuyou quickly approached with tissue and water to help Brother Xiao Yuan wipe the blood stains from his face.

The child had already quietly left, now holding the child and stepping on Jie Shun'an was Lihua.

When Li Zhiyuan approached, Lihua gave a shy smile.

She seemed to have completely forgotten that not long ago, she proactively exposed her chest to breastfeed in front of the boy.

With her son's future prospects looming, as a mother, she wasn't sure how to begin.

Eventually, she looked down at the infant son in her arms and forced out a sentence:

"Suddenly I remembered, my son still lacks a godfather."

She knew that with the boy's age, becoming a godfather seemed somewhat inappropriate.

But she couldn't have her son recognize the boy as an elder brother, as then she would have to be his godmother.

Beside her, while turning his back and retrieving the offering table, Run Sheng silently said:

"You're not worthy of knowing my husband."

Lihua: "Hahahahaha!"

Only loud, loud laughter could mask her current embarrassment.

But it also eased the somewhat oppressive tension of the moment.

Li Zhiyuan glanced at the child.

Earlier, he had used the child's cries to disrupt Jie Shun'an's perception of 'whispering', and it worked very well. The child also knew how to cooperate.

"The child can 'Walk Yin' now; being exposed to these things too early is not good."

"Hmm?" Lihua, hearing this, was initially delighted, then asked puzzledly, "Not good?"

If my child in the cradle can 'Walk Yin', isn't he a genius? How is that not good?

Li Zhiyuan extended his foot to lightly nudge Jie Shun'an, who was lying on the ground: "He can barely be considered a genius, too."

His experiences deserve pity, but his actions do not garner empathy.

Getting too involved with him isn't necessary, because you might just be that normal person who comes home from work to have dinner with your family, only to end up slaughtered by Evil because of him.

Lihua seemed to understand something and quickly asked, "Then... what should we do?"

"Let your man use a talisman to seal his spiritual sensitivity, so he can at least have a normal childhood."

"Okay... I will." Lihua nodded vigorously.

Both the boy's abilities and his background were convincing to Lihua.

Li Zhiyuan thought of Alii, but Alii was much more pitiful than this child.

If Alii merely had the ability to 'Walk Yin' at a young age, occasionally glimpsing lonely wandering spirits unseen by ordinary people, his childhood might have been quite innocent and carefree.