Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 829 - 148: End of Volume

After drinking a bowl of medicine, my stomach was full, not hungry at all.

Li Zhiyuan went to the second floor first to find Grandma Liu.

"Awake?"

"Yes, awake."

Liu Yumei didn't blame the young man for not taking care of his body anymore because she knew it well; the cost of overdraft during Walking Yin was nothing, and it could even be considered a blessing.

"Next time, let that Meng Meng carry some herbs with her so she can brew them for you directly."

"Alright."

The herbs can be carried, but the brewing of the medicine shouldn't be left to her.

Given Yin Meng's current chaotic understanding of toxic fog, Li Zhiyuan was worried that after drinking the medicine she brewed while unconscious, he might never wake up again.

"Take good rest."

"Yes, Grandma."

Going downstairs, he greeted Aunt Liu in the kitchen.

Aunt Liu was washing the pot used for brewing medicine, and Uncle Qin was there sharpening a kitchen knife.

"Hungry?" Aunt Liu asked with a mischievous smile.

"Not hungry anymore."

Uncle Qin put down the knife, reached out to pinch Li Zhiyuan's arm and leg, and said with some regret, "Not the right time yet, but..."

Li Zhiyuan said, "Then wait for the right time."

Practicing martial arts early would lead to underdeveloped bodies, especially with the Qin family's way of emphasizing the extraction of the body's potential.

Li Zhiyuan wasn't willing to resort to drinking poison to quench thirst. Since the river had prematurely pulled him onto the stage, hinting at an early demise, he wanted to grow in the most complete way.

Leaving the kitchen, he went to Alii's study.

There were a few more musical instruments inside, a guzheng, and a guqin.

The instruments had long since been brought in, but Alii hadn't played them for fear of disturbing the young man's rest.

At this moment, red and white cloths still covered the guzheng and guqin.

"Alii, I need to go back for a bit and finish some things, I'll come by tomorrow to chat with you, and you can teach me how to play this."

The girl nodded.

Li Zhiyuan reached out to rub his temples, intending to leave, but then suddenly remembered something, turned back, and said:

"Almost forgot, need to say goodbye first."

Li Zhiyuan walked up to the girl and took her hand.

The girl didn't close her eyes; she thought the young man had just woken up and shouldn't be Walking Yin, and should pay attention to resting.

Li Zhiyuan reached out gently across her eyes, asking her to close them.

The next moment, Li Zhiyuan appeared in that flat house.

Facing the row of cracked ancestral tablets as usual.

But now, looking at these tablets, he had a completely different feeling compared to before.

Grandma Liu told him to consider himself as one of their own children.

Grandma Liu had said similar words before, but after all, his surname was Li, not Qin or Liu.

Despite having gone through an initiation ceremony, this door had never truly entered his heart and always held a barrier.

Previously, when he looked at these tablets, the connection was mostly through Alii.

The experience at the General's Tomb this time had broken through this barrier for him.

He was still called Li Zhiyuan and had no blood ties with the Qin and Liu Families, but the concept of inheritance sometimes surpassed blood relations.

The same path, the same road, the same river.

Previously, they seemed like portraits hung in a school hall of fame, but now, Li Zhiyuan felt they were his elders.

Turning around, facing the threshold.

The young man still felt very tired now, needing to use his hand to hold onto the doorframe when stepping over the threshold.

Then, he sat down on the threshold.

In the far distance ahead, there was a dense fog, so thick it couldn't be denser.

The young man leaned his head against the doorframe, weakly gazing at them, taking a few looks, and then closed his eyes, still tired, manageable in reality but getting sleepier during Walking Yin.

The young man with closed eyes facing the dense fog.

In the dense fog, silence prevailed, as if not daring to disturb at this moment.

The active appearance of the Corpse-Driving Daoist was itself not a prominent feature.

Primarily, everyone felt that it was the young man actively grabbing during that time.

The form had actually changed.

It was no longer them bullying their way in, but the young man taking the initiative to demand repayment.

Although Li Zhiyuan's purpose in doing this last time was to conduct an experiment.

But this act gave the impression of a kind of dominance belonging to the Dragon King.

Similar traits occasionally manifested in Liu Yumei, and now, the young man had them too.

Half-awake, he opened his eyes, Li Zhiyuan stood up.

The thick fog ahead began to retreat with the young man's movements.

The young man gave it one last look, turned, and walked back into the threshold.

Those outside,

were the mud splashed underfoot by the elders on their past journeys, and also the guidance for Li Zhiyuan's future path.

But ultimately, they were things unworthy of impress.

Upon reopening his eyes, he returned to the study in reality.

Alii opened her eyes, looking at him.

He felt that her eyes had gained some liveliness, especially her eyelashes, which seemed more lively than before.

Her willingness to reclaim the instruments was also for this reason, because a tune needs a mood; endlessly playing her fears and sorrows wasn't very meaningful and could only make the family feel sad upon hearing it.

Li Zhiyuan: "I did learn piano."

As a child, Li Lan took him to learn many things.

At that time, he naively thought that as long as he learned quickly, his mom would be happy.

Reflecting now, this must have been Li Lan's way of testing.

She wanted to have a normal child, and after having one, she used various methods to prove that he was abnormal.

After leaving Grandma Liu's house, Li Zhiyuan first went to the affordable store.

But there was no one there.

Lu Yi said Yin Meng wanted to buy some everyday clothes for Run Sheng, so she dragged him shopping.

Because he was at Grandma Liu's house, lying in Alii's room, they really had nothing to worry about and it wasn't convenient for them to visit; his companions could lead normal lives during this time.

Apart from this, Lu Yi also told Li Zhiyuan that Tan Wenbin had just called and said that Tian Meihong had been caught by her father.

Lu Yi didn't know who Tian Meihong was, he was just relaying the message as he heard it.

Tan Wenbin was still on his way back to Jinling at this time, and even when he returned to Jinling, he first had to send Zhou Yunyun for auditing; fearing that the journey would take too long and Brother Xiao Yuan might wake up, he first reported this piece of information.

Lu Yi sitting behind the counter now looked like a team intelligence relay station, a human voicemail.

Li Zhiyuan returned to his dorm room and saw an envelope on his desk.

Opening it, inside were a stack of photos.

The photos showed a scenic mountaintop with a small town in the foreground.

This wasn't Meiling Town; the sky at Meiling Town wasn't this clear.

The next photo showed a picture of Grandma Zhu and a painting of her hometown.

He was also in the photos, carried by Run Sheng, looking at the distant scenery from the shooting angle.

Even though he was already unconscious at the time, his companions brought him to Grandma Zhu's hometown before leaving Zhangjiajie.

All he needed to do was give this envelope to Professor Zhu, and Grandma Zhu's last wish would be fulfilled.

Brother Hu and those three scoundrels were likely still in that water burial, unsure of life or death, probably dead, and even if alive, they couldn't get out.

They did find the "Jie Family Mansion" and went there.

In that ancient tomb, there was gold for them to excavate, Tan Wenbin had told him that his godfather was buried with gold and silver.

And Tian Meihong was also captured.

Li Zhiyuan looked at the letter in his hand.

The three causal lines he created in the end had all been walked, they preemptively dug the channels, and the river graciously flowed in.

The experiment was a success.

Li Zhiyuan sat weakly at his desk, gently tapping his fingers on it, his face still showing fatigue, but his eyes shone with a light:

"Come on, let's continue."

(End of Volume)