Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 74 - 14_6

Chapter 74: Chapter 14_6

"Go ahead, King, do you want to play or not."

Next player: "It’s your turn."

Run Sheng: "No, I don’t want it."

Li Zhiyuan: "Three sevens with a five."

Next player: "I’ll take it."

Li Zhiyuan: "Three tens with a seven."

Run Sheng: "Xiao Yuan, don’t rush to play, it’s my turn to take."

Li Zhiyuan slammed the small table and shouted at Run Sheng:

"Open your eyes and see, where do we have any next or previous player!!!"

Run Sheng was startled by the shout, he subconsciously wanted to retort, but turned his head and looked around, and suddenly realized:

"Right, there are only two of us, how can we play a three-player game of Fight the Landlord?"

The next moment, the cold evening breeze blew.

Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng both shivered, and then they realized that the two of them, who were originally sitting inside the ceremonial tent playing cards, were somehow sitting on a grave.

Around them were two or three-layer small houses under the moonlight, and next to them was Old Mrs. Niu’s grave, covered with fresh earth.

"I’ll take it, three eights with a three! I’ll take it, three eights with a three!"

Next to them, the sound of playing cards came with a woman’s voice, very mournful and sharp.

Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng looked at each other, Run Sheng shielded Li Zhiyuan behind him, and the two walked around the tomb to the back.

Here, there was a hole, irregular at the entrance and still bearing bloody handprints, as if someone had dug it out forcibly with both hands.

Approaching the hole, they could see it was hollow inside; a woman was lying in there, her hands bloody. There was clearly nothing, but her left hand was in a card-holding pose while the right seemed to be in the motion of playing cards:

"I’ll take it, three eights with a three!"

She kept fiercely moving her face, letting her hair and dirt scatter—it was Niu Lian, Old Mrs. Niu’s youngest daughter.

She dug open her mother’s grave with her hands and crawled inside.

However, in the grave, besides the strong stench of decay and an indescribable puddle of murky water, there was only a battered straw mat, no trace of Old Mrs. Niu’s remains.

In theory, even with a burial, there should be a coffin. It’s not like before liberation, when people just threw bodies in a mass grave. Old Mrs. Niu didn’t have a coffin; possibly it was rented during the vigil but switched out for the burial, ostensibly to save the cost of the coffin.

Li Zhiyuan subconsciously covered his nose, suppressing the urge to vomit from the smell, while Run Sheng seemed utterly unfazed.

At this time, as the card game ended, Niu Lian seemed to sober up a bit, but only slightly.

"Done playing, are we? Done playing, are we? Then I’ll continue my work."

Niu Lian made a gesture of throwing down her cards and then turned around to continue digging downwards with her bare hands.

Maybe if she kept digging a little longer, the hole would collapse, and she would be buried alive.

"Hey, stop digging, it’s dangerous! I’m coming to save you!"

But Li Zhiyuan grabbed Run Sheng’s arm.

"What’s the matter, Xiao Yuan?"

"First, go check on your grandpa; they could be in danger!"

"Ah, right, but her..."

"Who’s more important?"

"Grandpa is more important!"

Without hesitating, Run Sheng immediately grabbed Li Zhiyuan and ran towards the ceremonial tent.

Upon reaching the tent, Li Zhiyuan was gasping for breath, and inside, the Niu family brothers were nowhere to be seen.

Liu Jinxia was crawling around the altar, meowing like a cat while her palms were torn and the ground was covered with dense handprints.

Mr. Shan, on the other hand, was barking "woof woof woof" while squatting in front of a tree, lifting a leg like a dog about to urinate.

The urine flowed, soaking his clothes, making him look utterly filthy.

After finishing, he actually started digging at the tree roots with his hands and feet.

"Grandpa!" Run Sheng hurriedly called out, "Grandpa, what’s wrong with you?"

This shout immediately attracted the attention of Liu Jinxia and Mr. Shan.

Both of them, one crawling like a cat and one like a dog, were on all fours with fierce expressions, swiftly pouncing towards Run Sheng and Li Zhiyuan.

Run Sheng spread his arms, voluntarily blocking in front of Li Zhiyuan, shouting: "Xiao Yuan, move back!"

Li Zhiyuan obediently stepped back two steps, felt it wasn’t enough, and then stepped back two more.

The next moment,

Liu Jinxia pounced on Run Sheng, her legs clamped around his waist, and she began scratching and biting at his chest;

Mr. Shan then hugged Run Sheng’s leg and bit into Run Sheng’s thigh, immediately tearing off a chunk of flesh along with two old teeth.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what’s happening to you, what’s going on?"

Run Sheng didn’t resist, just anxiously looked at his grandfather who kept biting him.

Seeing this, Li Zhiyuan immediately reminded him: "Fight back, don’t just stand there."

"But he’s my grandpa, how could I possibly hit him?"

Li Zhiyuan immediately said: "Remember the book I read? It says that Corpse Demons can bewitch people’s minds, just like we were playing cards a moment ago. The way to break the Mist is to hit their faces, smack them hard on the face!"

In fact, the book had more methods, such as pure Yang black dog blood, Evil-breaking Talisman Water, enlightened Magic Artifacts, etc.

But black dog blood, maybe the Grandmaster really brought some, but whether it is pure Yang without having broken purity... Li Zhiyuan was very doubtful, after all the dogs in the village are very mixed breed and disordered.

As for the Talisman Water, Li Zhiyuan doesn’t know what it is, he hasn’t read that far in the book.

An enlightened Magic Artifact is something tempered and refined by a true cultivator, a real object to vanquish evil. Li Zhiyuan does not believe that the Lin Yi Furniture Factory would bring in a row of masters to consecrate the Peach Wood Sword production line.

Therefore, only the simplest and most brutal method remains. The book also mentioned this, slap them awake, if one slap doesn’t wake them then several more will.

Run Sheng: "But... can it really be done this way?"

Even though he’s being hurt by two mad-like elders, his tone remains calm, as if he’s not the one being hurt.

Li Zhiyuan could only firmly say: "You’re saving them, if you don’t slap them awake, their injuries will worsen, do it now!"

If you don’t wake them up, Mr. Shan is going to bite off all his teeth chewing on your leg!

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, Xiao Yuan!"

Run Sheng nodded forcefully, once he decides to do something, he does it resolutely without hesitation. He gripped Liu Jinxia’s neck with one hand and lifted her.

Liu Jinxia flailed with her limbs, but the elderly lady couldn’t touch him.

Then, Run Sheng started slapping Liu Jinxia’s face back and forth.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

Liu Jinxia’s face visibly swelled, both corners of her mouth bled, but she calmed down, her fierce eyes were again covered by cataracts.

"Wha... who... wha... mom?"

"Xiao Yuan, you’re amazing!"

After praising Li Zhiyuan, Run Sheng kicked Mr. Shan, who was still biting his thigh, sending him flying.

Mr. Shan unfortunately landed face first, sliding a distance.

When he settled, Li Zhiyuan saw Mr. Shan touching his own face, clearly recovering, and he murmured:

"I... what is... this... not..."

Before he fully regained his senses, he saw his adopted grandson approaching quickly, and then, a tremendous slap hit his face.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

Being grandfather and grandson, Run Sheng slapped Liu Jinxia four times in a row, but he initially only slapped his own grandpa twice to see the effect.

"Grandpa, have you woken up yet?"

"Ptooey!"

Mr. Shan spat in Run Sheng’s face and spit out two teeth, likely from the slaps.

"Not awake yet?"

Seeing his grandpa still showing hostility, Run Sheng raised his hand for another slap.

Mr. Shan hurriedly cried out: "Stop, I’m awake, I’m awake!"

"Grandpa, you finally woke up, I was really scared just now!"

Run Sheng hugged Mr. Shan.

Mr. Shan: "..."

Seeing that Liu Jinxia and Mr. Shan had both woken up, Li Zhiyuan rushed to find his own grandmaster, whom he cared about the most.

Soon, he found him.

But upon seeing the Grandmaster, Li Zhiyuan couldn’t believe his eyes.

Not because the Grandmaster looked terribly miserable, on the contrary, Li Sanjiang was still napping in his original spot, snoring sweetly.

It seemed as if everything happening around him was totally unrelated, not affecting him at all.

Even though the Grandmaster was safe and sound, Li Zhiyuan was happy, but this stark contrasting treatment compared to Liu Jinxia and Mr. Shan deeply puzzled him.

Immediately, Li Zhiyuan thought about what had happened on the first floor of their house, a guess suddenly surged in his mind:

Could it be because the Cat-face old woman is too wary of the Grandmaster,

Afraid to lay a hand on him?