Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 857 - 153:

In my memory, there were only two occasions when I could eat meat heartily. One was after my grandfather and I finished a job and got paid for recovering a body. That night, my grandfather would buy meat to reward us both, but only that very night, because the next day he'd be at the gambling table, losing all the money.

The other occasion was when we visited Mr. Li's house. We would always mark the date and start eating less two days beforehand, starving ourselves completely before going, ensuring we could eat to our hearts' content at Mr. Li's place.

Mr. Li would scold us as reincarnated hungry ghosts, yet he kept serving us food, letting us enjoy to the fullest.

Therefore, whenever we were going to Mr. Li's house, Run Sheng would be happy several days in advance, more excited than waiting for the New Year. After all, during the New Year, there were many people playing cards, and there were more people for my grandfather to "give money to."

Meat, meat, where's the meat?

Run Sheng slapped his forehead and remembered, the meat had been dealt with and placed on the door panel in the yard.

Oh dear, sleeping in made me forget about it. I can't let it get stolen by passersby or snatched by cats and dogs.

Run Sheng quickly ran outside to the yard.

A large pile of meat, neatly cut, was my own rhythm.

"He he."

Run Sheng couldn't help but laugh.

There were three incense sticks on the door panel, now half-burned. He vaguely remembered getting hungry while cutting the meat and smelling the incense to satisfy his cravings temporarily.

Raw meat isn't inedible, but grandfather hasn't come back yet, and I can't start eating.

Why hasn't grandfather come back yet?

Logically, by this time, he should have lost all his money and left the table.

Run Sheng walked to the side of the door panel and suddenly noticed the bloody clothes piled underneath it, belonging to his grandfather.

Darn, I didn't notice when cutting the meat, and dirtied grandfather's clothes.

We only had a couple of decent outfits to wear outside. The rest were for lounging at home, but inappropriate to wear outside, like behaving indecently.

As Run Sheng was about to bend down to pick up the clothes, he noticed a round object placed on the door panel.

Did I buy a pig or a sheep?

Seems like the last job paid quite well, and on the way back, grandfather's grin was about to split his face.

Run Sheng blinked. Grandfather often said I had a poor memory and was easily tricked—it's true. I'm so young yet already forgetful.

Reaching out, he grabbed the round object and turned it over.

Though it had been treated and was roasted and sheared, as soon as it faced him, Run Sheng recognized it as his grandfather's head!

Run Sheng's eyes widened as blood quickly filled his eyes until it seemed ready to drip out.

He clutched his face with both hands, staring in disbelief at everything, while memories of handling the pile of meat kept flashing in his mind.

"Ah!!!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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"Ah You, the temple is no place for you."

"Master..."

"Don't call me Master. Although you're my master's grandson, you're unqualified. You're not worthy of being called the official; I won't accept you as a disciple either."

Lin Shuyou knelt on the steps in front of the temple door, looking desperately at the elderly man standing nearby.

But his originally kind grandfather harshly rebuked him at this moment:

"I never expected someone like you, a naturally bad seed, to be born to the Lin Family. Others who aren't qualified to be a Divination Child simply cannot sense the elders, but you anger them!

You're not my grandson. What exactly are you? Get out!"

Lin Shuyou left the temple door, despondent.

Becoming the official was his dream since childhood, and now that the dream was shattered, his world had collapsed.

Like this, he wandered aimlessly around the old street like the walking dead until nightfall, squatting in the corner when he could walk no more.

He kept muttering the names of various Yin Gods, his hands imitating the gestures of summoned spirits.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Someone began shouting.

Lin Shuyou remained oblivious, still in a daze.

"The temple is on fire!"

"The temple is on fire!"

Lin Shuyou turned his head, looking outside. He saw tall pillars of fire; his eyes began to refocus, and he recognized it—the burning place was his family's temple!

He immediately got up and ran frantically, not knowing how many people he knocked over. Under normal circumstances, he would have apologized sincerely right away, but now he couldn't care less about anything.

Anyone who dared block his path was pushed aside. If the road ahead was blocked, he'd climb over walls.

Though physically exhausted, the fire in the family temple gave him renewed energy.

Not only were his master and fellow disciples in that temple, but also his family. Everyone lived in the temple.

The closer he got to the fire, the fewer people were around. No one seemed to be coming to help.

Yet, these details went unnoticed by Lin Shuyou.

He ran to the temple door; the fire inside was raging violently.

Lin Shuyou kicked open the temple door, hoping everyone inside had already escaped.

But as soon as he entered, he froze. The fire was still burning, but the bodies of his fellow disciples and family clearly hadn't died from the fire.

Some had been beaten with chests pierced through, some had their necks twisted, and others were torn in two at the waist by brute force.