Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 389 - 69_4

Chapter 389: Chapter 69_4

"Serves you right!"

Spitting heavily on the ground, the village chief walked away directly.

When the four of them returned to the county, it was already dusk.

Yin Meng did not hurry to return to the coffin shop but instead pointed to a hotpot restaurant and said,

"Let’s have hotpot, my treat!"

Once inside, they ordered a nine-segment pot. Everyone hadn’t eaten much at noon and rushed there, then spent the afternoon walking and recovering corpses. Hungry, they quickly started dipping tripe and duck intestines.

Yin Meng ordered wine, got up, poured some for Run Sheng, Binbin, and himself, then poured soybean milk for Li Zhiyuan.

He raised his glass.

"Thanks!"

After saying this, Yin Meng downed it in one go and then coughed violently.

Tan Wenbin, looking a bit helpless, said, "Forget it, forget it, if you can’t drink, don’t. Drink milk with my brother Yuanzi."

Yin Meng wiped his mouth and said, "Gotta go through the motions!"

"Already done, already done. Here, the tripe is ready, eat it quickly, or it’ll get tough."

The busiest when facing a corpse might be Run Sheng or Xiao Yuan, but at the dining table, the busiest was always Zhuangzhuang.

While eating hotpot, everyone tacitly avoided talking about what had happened that day.

Tan Wenbin asked Yin Meng what she planned to do if she didn’t run the coffin shop anymore. Yin Meng said she didn’t know, saying perhaps not wanting to change is also a form of liking the current situation.

Yin Meng asked the three what they wanted to do in the future. Li Zhiyuan and Tan Wenbin answered that they wanted to go to college, and Run Sheng replied that he wanted to take them to college on his tricycle.

After everyone was full, Yin Meng went to pay the bill.

The four of them walked back to the coffin shop side by side. While washing up, Tan Wenbin joked,

"I’ve found that sleeping in a coffin is really quite comfortable. When we get back, I must persuade Mr. Li to prepare a coffin early, so I won’t have to sleep on the round table anymore. Run Sheng, what do you think?"

"If you dare say it, Mr. Li will dare to beat you to death and let you lie in that coffin first for burial."

"Just kidding, I’ve made a breakthrough in my studies recently."

"What is it?"

"It’s inconvenient to say now, but I’ll tell you more when we take the boat tomorrow. If you want to learn, I can teach you, but you’ll have to beg me."

"Can’t I ask Xiao Yuan?"

"Truth be told, Xiao Yuan might not be able to teach this."

Xiao Yuan had taught him yesterday the method to end the underworld walk, which was to find a feeling of floating up.

*It was like telling a student just starting the piano: If you feel it in your heart, you can play a moving melody.*

*But the problem was, I didn’t even recognize the keys, nor could I read sheet music.*

After washing up, everyone lay in their own coffins.

After Li Zhiyuan had slept for a while, he faintly heard someone coughing. He turned his head and entered the underworld.

In the inner room, he saw the old man climbing out of the coffin, and from Tan Wenbin’s coffin next to it came a "shush" sound.

"He was like this last night, able to sense, seemed like he was about to walk the underworld. But when I really pulled him out, he was scared half to death when he saw me."

Li Zhiyuan focused his gaze, and a shadow fell silently over Tan Wenbin’s coffin, immediately calming it.

The old man was startled by the scene, and quickly said, "If you want to interrupt his underworld walk, you can’t use this move. If the degree isn’t controlled properly, it could harm his brain."

Afterward, the old man seemed to realize something and hurriedly smiled and shook his head, saying, "Forget it, I was overthinking, you control it more precisely than I do."

He had witnessed firsthand the boy’s impressive learning ability last night. The boy’s current understanding of the Yin Family’s Twelve Skills far surpassed that of the orthodox successor like him.

Frequent walks in the underworld easily led to a loss of consciousness, and Li Zhiyuan was now controlling Tan Wenbin’s frequency.

But what puzzled Li Zhiyuan more was the old man’s current state.

"How come you seem to be better?"

"Ah, I wonder too, theoretically, I shouldn’t have the strength to walk the underworld today."

"Has your lifespan returned?"

"Did anyone die?"

"Both died."

"That shouldn’t be, the deal was made, how could it back out?"

*Theoretically, this should have been a windfall, but the old man wasn’t happy. Instead, he cursed,*

"Isn’t this just delaying things!"

He had clearly had a miraculous recovery, and was only a couple of days away from passing away and relieving himself and his granddaughter, yet he was able to continue living.

The old man walked to the wall and pressed a mirror, instantly making the door panel transparent.

The Ghost Festival had passed, and the temple fair was over, but there weren’t no "people" on the road. There were still a few walking around.

Li Zhiyuan suspected that Fengdu, this place, should have its peculiar wonders. Elsewhere, he hadn’t seen so many ghostly figures.

Perhaps the legend of Yin Changsheng’s daytime ascension here was not baseless, but the "daytime ascension" here might differ significantly from what normal people understood.

Although today there were fewer people outside, the in-store coefficient increased. As soon as they opened the door, a shadow impatiently floated in.

These shadows all looked almost the same, as if cloaked in black robes. Faces were completely unseen, making it impossible to differentiate gender.

But it felt like they had been "seen" yesterday.

The old man and the shadow began to exchange words in obscure, murky voices.

After the exchange, the old man sighed, sat back down, covered his face, and looked somewhat bemused.

The shadow did not leave and kept standing there.

The old man waved his hand, saying, "You might as well just go."

Still, the shadow did not move.

Becoming angry, the old man said, "What, you want to stubbornly stay here?"

The shadow turned and floated towards Li Zhiyuan.

Rather than being afraid, the boy was somewhat secretly pleased. In his gaze, there was a hint of eagerness to try.