Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 382 - 68

Chapter 382: Chapter 68

"Ah... mmm!"

Just as Tan Wenbin was about to scream, a hand covered his mouth, forcibly stifling it.

He widened his eyes, staring in horror at the old face in front of him.

The old man smiled, ready to say something, but noticed the young man twisting his arms and entwining his legs, using his waist to exert force and turn in momentum.

"Huh?"

The old man let out a sound of surprise, seemingly recognizing it as a grappling technique meant to deal with a ’corpse.’

"Huh?"

Tan Wenbin was utterly shocked because he found himself grabbing at nothing, as if the old man had no physical substance, yet his mouth was undeniably being held.

"Young man, I’ll let you go, but don’t make a fuss. I’m old, and I can’t stand loud noises."

Tan Wenbin nodded.

The old man removed his hand from Tan Wenbin’s mouth.

"Yuanzi, Run Sheng, there’s a ghost!"

"Hehehe."

The old man chuckled, got up, and climbed out of the coffin where Tan Wenbin was.

"Yuanzi, Run Sheng!"

While continuing to shout, Tan Wenbin sat up, watching the old man warily.

The old man completely ignored him and walked to another coffin. He reached out to an incense burner placed below and waved his hand, lighting the incense, which sent up wisps of white smoke.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke through both nostrils.

"Ah..."

The old man let out a sound of comfort, a sickly blush appearing on his face.

"Yuanzi, Run Sheng!"

Seeing Tan Wenbin still persisting, the old man sighed, "Stop shouting, they can’t hear you."

Tan Wenbin finally stopped shouting and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"You’re sleeping in my house, and you’re asking who I am?"

"Your house?" Tan Wenbin seemed to realize something and asked, "Are you Yin Meng’s grandfather?"

"Yes, it’s me."

"Aren’t you a ghost that won’t leave?"

"What’s this about not leaving? I haven’t died yet."

"Not dead?"

"Nonsense, if I were dead, why would I cling to my granddaughter and ruin her fortunes? I’m not crazy."

"What’s this then..."

The old man pointed to the coffin behind him, "Well, I sleep in this bed."

In the outer room, where the shop was, there were two coffins, and three in the inner room. Earlier, Tan Wenbin had assumed all three were empty, not expecting someone to actually be lying in one.

"Then what are you? If you’re not a ghost, why couldn’t I touch you just now?"

"I’m puzzled, young one, aren’t you part of this trade?"

"What trade?"

"Corpse Recovery trade."

Tan Wenbin straightened up and declared confidently, "Of course!"

"Then you don’t know you’re Underworld walking right now?"

"Underworld walking?" Tan Wenbin touched his own body, "This is what it’s like?"

"When I came out, I didn’t want to bother you, but you kept annoyingly jumping around, so I pulled you. I didn’t expect you to start yelling."

"What about my friends?"

"You can’t see the living when you’re walking the Underworld, so no matter how you shout, it won’t help."

"It can’t be..."

"Can’t be what?"

"Uh, nothing, nothing. I mean, why didn’t I see you come out during the day, why do you come out at night for Underworld walking?"

"I’d love to come out during the day, but this old body can’t take it," the old man tapped his head, "Brain blockage, paralyzed."

"So you come out every night for Underworld walking?"

"Nonsense, do you really not understand, or are you pretending? Who can Underworld walk as simply and frequently as eating and drinking?"

"Isn’t it?"

Tan Wenbin raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

He always thought it was stylish when Xiao Yuan snapped his fingers and closed his eyes for Underworld walking.

"Tonight is the Ghost Festival, so I have to get up and do business."

"It’s so late, what kind of business do ghosts do?"

"Exactly."

Tan Wenbin: "..."

"I’m done chit-chatting with you, I need to open the shop."

The old man walked through the curtain into the front shop, pausing in surprise when he saw the boy standing there.

The boy was watching him with a scrutinizing gaze.

The old man was puzzled, "I haven’t even opened the door yet, how did you get in?"

Li Zhiyuan didn’t respond.

The old man touched his head, "Wait, you’re not wearing a robe, I get it, you’re with that young one?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded.

Tan Wenbin also ran out from the back room, excitedly waving his arms when he saw Li Zhiyuan, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I was walking the Underworld, I was walking the Underworld!"

This excitement was like a child discovering they had just learned to ride a bicycle.

The old man stroked his chin, looking at the boy, "So, you’re the real deal."

"What do you mean?" Tan Wenbin asked curiously.

The old man pointed at the boy, "I didn’t even know he was standing here earlier, that proves he’s solid."

"Solid?"

"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, you’re the shrimp."

"You’re the big fish?"

The old man glanced again at the boy, and said dismissively, "Small fish."

Li Zhiyuan had long noticed the "activity" inside, and he had also been Underworld walking for some time. He heard the conversation and knew the old man was Yin Meng’s grandfather, but he didn’t let down his guard.

Now, though, he felt fairly certain the old man was "harmless" since he had shown weakness.

Actually, for a while, the boy had been mentally debating whether he should pounce and bite him.

There was no helping it, he truly didn’t know how to fight in the Underworld walking state.

The last time at Road Bully Village, when facing that little girl in the red dress, he had used powder to dispel her.

In all the books by Wei Zhengdao he had gone through, there was no detailed information on Underworld walking.

This should be a basic subject, so basic that Wei Zhengdao didn’t bother mentioning it, but of course, Li Zhiyuan didn’t know it.

It was like he could perform advanced calculations, but "couldn’t" do simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

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