Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 258 - 46

Chapter 258: Chapter 46

"Oh, it’s your choice, no regrets."

"How could I possibly regret it? No way!"

There once was a chance to leave that was laid out before me, but I didn’t cherish it.

Now, Wen Bin truly regrets it.

He also realized that in order to make Zhou Yong "open up" and communicate, and to understand the truth behind this matter, not getting through this drinking session well was not an option.

Wen Bin looked at Li Zhiyuan again and saw Brother Xiao Yuan holding his chopsticks and gently knocking the side of his bowl with his head lowered, looking childishly innocent.

Turning to look at Run Sheng, Run Sheng this time surprisingly did not avoid his gaze, but rather looked back at him proactively.

A warm current surged through his heart immediately, for they were roommates who shared the same bed at night.

Brother Xiao Yuan, Run Sheng, if I have any trouble after drinking this, please tell my dad that I wasn’t a coward.

After mentally preparing himself, Wen Bin reached out for the wine bowl.

At that moment, Run Sheng stood up and took the wine bowl from in front of Wen Bin.

Then, holding the wine bowl in front of Zhou Yong, he swayed it a little and then raised his head and downed it.

After finishing, it wasn’t over yet; the remaining two wine bowls in front of Zhou Yong, Run Sheng picked each one up and drank them as well.

Wen Bin was so moved that he teared up.

Li Zhiyuan just glanced sideways and continued playing with his chopsticks and bowl.

He wasn’t surprised by Run Sheng’s actions.

But it was tough on Brother Runsheng; he knew that if Runsheng had a choice, he preferred flesh "marinated" right.

The dishes on the table and the wine in the bowl, although dirty, weren’t dirty enough; to Runsheng, these were just like pork, beef, and lamb meat, but liking meat doesn’t mean liking offal.

Run Sheng’s boldness soon won Zhou Yong’s joy, and he began to continuously pour Run Sheng drinks and invite him for toasts.

During this, he also pointed at the dishes on the table, reminding Run Sheng not to forget to use the food to quench the liquor’s strength.

Run Sheng also let go of his reservations completely, picking up food from the table and sending it straight to his mouth, chewing loudly.

Then, after wiping his mouth, he continued to toast with Zhou Yong.

This is how it was at the table; those who drank together, once they started, seemed oblivious to others.

Thus, Li Zhiyuan and Wen Bin no longer faced pressure and could sit quietly there like air.

Finally, there wasn’t much left of the dishes on the table, and the drinking was thoroughly enjoyed.

Li Zhiyuan stuck his pair of chopsticks in his rice bowl.

Run Sheng put down his wine bowl and tapped on the table.

Zhou Yong also put down his wine bowl and reverted to his initial sitting posture.

His mouth started to open and close rapidly, producing a chanting sound similar to that heard in funeral rituals, monotonous in tone but indistinct in articulation.

This tune was making Li Zhiyuan sleepy.

He couldn’t help yawning, forced away the drowsiness, and looked somewhat displeasedly at Zhou Yong, feeling that Zhou Yong was not sincerely communicating.

But turning his head around, he saw Run Sheng and Wen Bin by his sides had both closed their eyes, and their bodies began to sway slightly from side to side, indicating they were dreaming.

Clearly, Zhou Yong was communicating with them.

And the drowsiness he just felt was indeed an "invitation" from Zhou Yong.

This invitation was instinctively rejected by him.

Li Zhiyuan wondered if it was because he had been frequently visiting the Underworld recently, giving him some sort of resistance.

But sometimes, vicious cycles are unavoidable, just like now.

Elbow propped on the table, hand supporting his chin, Li Zhiyuan slightly closed his eyes, picked up a chopstick with his right hand, and knocked on the edge of the bowl:

"Ding!"

Underworld entry successful.

He entered, yet it also seemed like he hadn’t.

Because, within his sight, he saw a scene where Run Sheng, Wen Bin, and Zhou Yong were talking, but this scene was separated from him by a layer of flowing gelatinous substance.

Li Zhiyuan tried to reach out and touch it, felt a resistance, and when he continued to force his way in, the distorted scene showed Run Sheng and Wen Bin both displaying pained expressions.

Seeing this, Li Zhiyuan could only choose to give up.

Although he had mastered travelling to the Underworld fairly well, he didn’t know how to actively enter into others’ already formed "dreams".

Alii could do it.

This made Li Zhiyuan mistakenly believe he could do it too, or rather, he didn’t think this would be a problem at all.

This could only be attributed to the pitfalls of self-learning.

However, Li Zhiyuan did not choose to wake up; since this situation had occurred and he couldn’t participate, he might as well take the opportunity to observe carefully.

Getting up from his seat, around this table which was now a unit in itself, the invisible gelatin enclosed the three of them together, and Li Zhiyuan walked around the table.

He felt that there must be a specific method that would allow him to merge in.

For example, the second step in Wei Zhengdao’s Black Book to control a Corpse simply required aligning one’s consciousness fluctuations with that of the Corpse to enter.

But here, there were more than just Zhou Yong, also Run Sheng and Wen Bin; how to adjust for one Corpse and two living people’s frequencies?

Or perhaps, have they already mixed into a single frequency now?

Li Zhiyuan raised his hand and lightly patted the gelatinous substance in front of him.

The distorted image once again showed Run Sheng and Wen Bin looking uncomfortable.

Oh well, now was not the time for specific experiments.

Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan felt a hand gently pulling him.

He looked down to see a girl.

The girl was squatting on the ground, her shoulders heaving as she was crying.

He had passed through the Underworld once when he first sat down inside the house, but at that time, the girl and her mother were in the kitchen, not the living room.