Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 443 - 80_4

Chapter 443: Chapter 80_4

At this moment, the light inside suddenly changed its hue, turning milky white and radiating outwards in a halo.

Tan Wenbin’s eyelids involuntarily started drooping again, and despite his efforts to forcefully pinch his thigh, the tears of sleepiness in his eyes could no longer be controlled.

Li Zhiyuan: "They are conducting a ceremony inside."

Yin Meng: "Why don’t I feel it?"

Tan Wenbin rubbed his eyes and yawned before replying, "Because you’re slow to react."

Yin Meng glared at Tan Wenbin and asked, "Brother Xiao Yuan, regardless of what they’re doing now, isn’t this the perfect opportunity for us to attack and break their formation?"

Li Zhiyuan fell silent.

Yin Meng was right; now was indeed a good opportunity to launch a surprise attack. Mao Zhushan and Ran Qiuping didn’t talk about righteousness when they dealt with us before.

But Li Zhiyuan glanced back, then looked forward, and shook his head:

"No, let’s wait. That General statue and the corpses below are still asleep. The main course hasn’t been served yet. Let’s not rush."

Yin Meng had no choice but to nod.

Meanwhile, Tan Wenbin continued to forcefully pinch his thigh to stay awake; in fact, he was about to undergo Underworld travel.

Also, what he said to Yin Meng was not wrong; she really didn’t feel anything because of her slow response.

In the coffin shop in Fengdu Ghost Street, Yin Fuhai would roam in the Underworld at night, and the coffin lid was pushed up by a startled Tan Wenbin, but Yin Meng, who was related to Yin Fuhai by blood, slept soundly throughout the ordeal.

"Let’s take a look, I’m curious about what that guy is up to. Yin Meng, keep an eye on Brother Binbin." Saying this, Li Zhiyuan patted Tan Wenbin on the back, "Sleep. You don’t have to force yourself this time; come with me inside."

Having received permission, Tan Wenbin laid down on Yin Meng’s back and closed his eyes.

Yin Meng stabilized him and was about to help Li Zhiyuan when she saw the young man standing still, hands behind his back, eyes half-closed.

Not to mention, just his pose and temperament at the moment truly embodied an ethereal quality, which reminded her of the portraits of the ancient ancestors in the family records.

With Tan Wenbin asleep like a dead pig, Yin Meng curiously waved her hand in front of the young man.

Li Zhiyuan: "You keep an eye on Binbin and be vigilant of our surroundings."

"Brother Xiao Yuan, did you go in?"

"Hmm."

"What did you see?"

Li Zhiyuan did not answer.

Yin Meng knew she was getting on his nerves.

When Underworld travel was successful, Li Zhiyuan would see different scenes, like doors glowing with light.

He realized that Mao Zhushan was conducting a collective soul-journeying ceremony. These doors were the memory scenes of those inside.

But how did he manage to do it?

Hiding a switch for the Yin Yang Mansion in the lower layers of the General statue was already extraordinary. Setting up a collective soul-journeying ceremony wasn’t simple unless he had the help of other forces, like... that corpse that had been sleeping all along.

Without seeing Tan Wenbin, Li Zhiyuan figured he must have entered one of the doors, a memory scene of a person.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t rush in to check. Since he could read the memory scenes much faster than an average person, he first looked around to "survey the environment."

Here, most of the doors were open, but three remained closed.

Li Zhiyuan approached one of the closed doors, reached out to open it, and hanging inside was the face of a girl.

He had seen this face on the dossier and the memorial portrait in Sun Hongxia’s home; it was Qiu Minmin.

Why was her face here?

Li Zhiyuan closed the door. At this moment, he had to reconsider where this environment was originating from.

He tried to open the second door, but it was firmly shut, as if a force inside was resisting him. The third door too.

Li Zhiyuan started to walk back and entered one of the open, glowing doors.

Upon entering, he saw Ran Qiuping sitting on a chair. She looked much younger than she was now, clapping her hands with a smile mixed with pride as she watched Qiu Minmin, dancing in front of her.

Qiu Minmin’s dance was indeed beautiful, reflecting her exceptional talent in the realm of dance.

"Come, join us to watch my daughter dance." Ran Qiuping beckoned Li Zhiyuan over.

Li Zhiyuan shook his head. Instead, he moved a step to the right, and a black line extended from beneath his feet, dividing the scene.

On the left remained the warm scene of a mother watching her daughter dance, while on the right was the oppressive grief of Ran Qiuping holding her daughter’s corpse, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Oh, that’s all.

Li Zhiyuan felt nothing. He even considered watching this memory pointless.

He took a step back, leaving this door, and entered the second one.

He saw Sun Hongxia sitting at the dining table with her son, Zhao Junfeng, both enjoying their meal. The son ate heartily while the mother chatted away.

Li Zhiyuan noticed the large bowl in front of Zhao Junfeng, piled high with rice. Behind them, on the cupboard, hung a martial arts uniform and some competition certificates.

"Come, sit down and have a meal with my son."

Just like Ran Qiuping, Sun Hongxia also invited Li Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyuan hesitated briefly but moved a step to the right, regardless.

As another scene appeared side by side, Sun Hongxia knelt on a cushion. Next to her was her son’s portrait resting on a stool. There, she was bowing and apologizing with her deceased son to the memorial altar of Qiu Minmin above the high table.