Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 349 - 62_2

Chapter 349: Chapter 62_2

Li Zhiyuan pointed behind him with some puzzlement, but Zhu Yang didn’t move. Instead, he slowly spread open his own belly with both hands.

Like a set of double doors, his chest unfolded, spilling a pile of books stuffed inside onto the ground.

Some remained relatively intact, while others had already turned to half mush.

The quality of these pirated books was indeed poor; once soggy, the ink stained the insides of Zhu Yang’s abdominal cavity black, as if it had been smeared with a layer of soot.

Li Zhiyuan watched him with some incomprehension but soon, the boy understood.

Inside Zhu Yang’s ribcage, still wedged between the bones, was a book.

This book was in great condition, its luster and texture still comforting to the touch, even after being submerged in water.

This texture, Li Zhiyuan was all too familiar with.

At home, he had books made of the same material—the Buddha Skin Paper Wei Zhengdao liked to use...

Zhu Yang reached in and pulled the book out, causing the two ribs to wobble in the process.

He handed the book to the boy.

On the cover was written: "Qi’s Spring and Autumn".

At first glance, the title seemed similar to the famous historical work "Lü’s Spring and Autumn".

But Li Zhiyuan knew well that the ancestors of the Qi family, whether it was the hereditary duty of constructing imperial mausoleums or the later seclusion here to study this mezzanine space in earnest, any part of the family’s recorded experiences would be of immense value.

It’s just that, presently in his Underworld state, he could touch but not alter physical objects.

He had always been slightly dissatisfied with the position of the bench beneath him, yet he was unable to move it, and with it being the only bench still standing in the entire hall, all others fallen, he had no choice but to make do.

In short, even a simple action like turning the pages of a book was beyond the boy’s ability now.

He felt a bit of regret; perhaps he shouldn’t have been so hasty in having Run Sheng destroy the exit.

Of course, this regret was merely emotional; his former self would never have risked letting a Corpse loose.

Zhu Yang no longer pursued the village chief; perhaps his part in this game was over, and the remaining part should be passed on to other Corpses.

Everyone had a need for revenge, but the perpetrators were limited after all. It’s lamentable for the perpetrators, like a centipede, to provide entertainment for the enjoyment of many.

Zhu Yang sat down in front of Li Zhiyuan and placed the book on his own lap.

Li Zhiyuan could simply lower his head to look at it with him.

Zhu Yang enjoyed reading, and this "Qi’s Spring and Autumn", perhaps lost in the depths of the pool, just so happened to be brought over by him turned Corpses.

Without this fortunate coincidence, it would have been difficult for the book to reappear in the world. In fact, its transfer from the depths of the pool here effectively sealed off any possibility for the book to resurface.

Zhu Yang turned to the first page, which was full of dots of various colors and sizes.

He turned another page, still densely packed with dots of assorted colors and sizes.

Li Zhiyuan’s eyes widened, knowing this was his only chance to read this book, so he tried his best to memorize the content on every page.

He knew his memory wasn’t strong, unable to match the two students in his class who really had photographic memories.

Therefore, he could only take an extra look in the moments Zhu Yang turned the pages to ensure he remembered.

As for decoding the content like the pebbles on the ancestral hall wall, there was no rush for that; there was plenty of time later.

The process of flipping through the book ended quickly, and when the last page was turned, Li Zhiyuan lifted his head and closed his eyes, reviewing all the pages in his mind at speed.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhu Yang’s body began to tremble, the nails of the hand holding the book grew long and blackened, and his exposed ribs too, showed pitted and corroded indentations with thick black pus dripping down like ink.

He was gradually changing, losing himself step by step.

Actually, during the latter half of flipping through the book, Li Zhiyuan had already noticed the other’s trembling hands, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

Now the book was finished, and Zhu Yang no longer needed to suppress the violent nature that could not be contained within him.

And at this moment, the banquet of revenge was finally drawing to a close.

But the Corpses, generally, were reluctant for it to end.

Li Zhiyuan was clear he couldn’t stay here any longer, guessing it had been less than half an hour, it was almost time.

He wanted to conduct a death tally to facilitate reporting the number of those eluding the law in the village to the police.

But there were pieces here, fragments there, everywhere in the ancestral hall, and even several hung from the beams, making it impossible to account for.

Forget it, time to go.

Before leaving, Li Zhiyuan said to Zhu Yang in front of him, "I will send a sum to your family for the book-flipping fee."

Zhu Yang’s eyes, which had turned a fierce red, cleared briefly upon hearing these words, though the moment was fleeting, he indeed understood.

Everything has its place; he had carried the four of them a way just to find someone to bolster his courage, Brother Liangliang had not only bought cigarettes and food but also settled the meal money;

The corpses had spontaneously built a floating bridge underwater, guiding the four out of the pitch-black pool; he himself had awakened them to let them take personal revenge;

Above all, there were no debts between them, only the book-flipping just now, he owed the other this individual favor, it should be repaid.

The surrounding Corpses silently converged towards Li Zhiyuan, following an increasingly fierce instinct awakening within.

"Roar!"

Zhu Yang let out a low roar, ribs piercing through flesh and forming a barrier in front of him, his icy gaze sweeping across, causing these Corpses that had just closed in to collectively step back two paces.