Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 212

After leaving the tomb, everyone went around to the other side of the canyon and climbed up the slope.

After walking for a long time, when we were almost at the top of the mountain, we saw a charred area that had been burned by lightning.

The crack was right in the center of the charred area.

Tan Wenbin: "Did he get struck by lightning as soon as he came out?"

Lin Shuyou: "Then he has already been reduced to ashes?"

Tan Wenbin: "You sound like a villain in a martial arts movie who laughs when he thinks the hero is doomed."

Li Zhuiyuan squatted down and began to examine the charred marks on the ground.

This place was indeed struck by lightning, just like the old locust tree at the entrance of the tomb, but it was struck more severely.

The boy took out his small compass and found that the needle inside was normal. He frowned slightly, realizing that the quality of his compass was too high. However, being affected was also one of the functions of a compass sometimes.

"Take out your compasses and have a look."

Everyone took out their compasses from their backpacks.

Tan Wenbin looked at his own compass and then at the others and said, "Our compass needles are like those with Parkinson's disease."

"There should be some kind of mineral deposits here, which are easy to attract lightning strikes. In addition, it is deliberately guided..." Li Zhuiyuan put the ashes on his fingertips in front of his nose and smelled it. The boy was an expert in formations and could smell the smell of formation materials turning into burnt ash after being overloaded. "This is a deliberate lightning strike."

Yin Meng: "You attract lightning to strike yourself?"

Li Zhuiyuan clapped his hands and said, "He probably wants to use this method to temporarily isolate himself from the cause and effect and block the eyes of the Heavenly Dao."

From the layout to the harvest and then to the final whitewashing, everything was done impeccably. This is true professionalism.

Runsheng rarely spoke and asked, "Xiaoyuan, does his words mean that he will come to see you in the future?"

The monster that emerged from the thick mountain and survived the lightning strike made Runsheng feel tremendous pressure. He knew that facing such an opponent, he could not stop it even if he opened his mouth.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I have worn his mask and borrowed his identity. There has long been a cause-and-effect entanglement between us. He may also know that even if I don't go to find him, the river will push me towards him. He should make the same choice as me. Since there is no way to avoid it, I will take the initiative to attack."

With Wei Zhengdao's precedent and Zhao Yi's normal difficulty crossing the river as a reference, the boy also understood the attitude of the river water towards him:

If it doesn’t kill you, use it to death.

“However, although he has succeeded now, his condition must be very bad, and the secret realm deep in the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain has been abandoned. If he wants to establish a true kingdom of God on earth, he has to find a new suitable place of practice.

We are walking on the river, and those who walk on the river are like the eyes of the Heavenly Dao. If they come to us without being fully prepared and confident, they will expose themselves to the Heavenly Dao.”

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and glanced at the pleasant scenery at the bottom of the valley below:

"Anyway, we have enough time to grow before he finds us. There's no need to be afraid."

"Yeah." Runsheng responded. He believed in Xiaoyuan. If Xiaoyuan said he could do it, then he could definitely do it.

Lin Shuyou also believed in Brother Xiaoyuan unconditionally, but he still glanced at the crack again and thought:

Wow, if I could have the strength to fight this kind of guy in the future, then when I return home, I won’t just open a page in the family tree, I can open a whole family tree.

What Lin Shuyou didn't know was that the dream scene he had been dreaming of, the White Crane Boy in his hometown, had already been realized.

Li Zhuiyuan waved his hand:
"We go home."

……

After being out for a long time, Li Zhuiyuan started to miss home.

However, some unexpected events occurred on the way home.

First, Lin Shuyou received a pager from the temple in his hometown, so he called back using a public phone outside the airport. His master Chen Shoumen asked about his recent health condition.

Li Zhuiyuan had just called Aunt Zhang's grocery store in the village and asked her to help inform his grandfather of the time he would be home. The boy had good hearing and even if it was unintentional, he still heard what Lin Shuyou said on the phone.

Lin Shuyou thought that his master simply cared about him, and he was very touched. He patted his chest and told his master that he was in good health and enjoyed eating everything.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shuyou scratched his head in embarrassment and said to Li Zhuiyuan: "My master still treats me like a child."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Call back and ask what happened in the temple."

Lin Shuyou came to his senses immediately after hearing this, and immediately called back. When the other party picked up, he asked directly:

"Master, has something happened in the temple?"

In fact, the people holding the microphones on both sides are also the microphones themselves.

Chen Shoumen held the microphone and looked at his master Lin Fuan who was standing beside him. Lin Fuan nodded at him and signaled him to speak directly.

Just like that, Chen Shoumen told Lin Shuyou about the strange behavior of White Crane Boy in the temple in recent days.

I originally thought that after the boy appeared that night and set up a single row, everything would return to normal, but in fact, some things have changed and can never be undone.

For example, although senior mediums like Chen Shoumen can now invite the boy down, young mediums or those with less experience still cannot be invited down.

The White Crane Boy has changed his previous image of being a good guy who comes everywhere to run errands. He no longer cares about those trivial matters.

Whoever wants to go can go, but he doesn't even look at such a small piece of meat.

This will undoubtedly have a huge impact on the work of officials and generals. After all, truly powerful evil spirits are not common. Most of the time, summoning spirits is just to solve some small things that ordinary people encounter. It is these small things that are the basic base of believers.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You should go back."

Lin Shuyou said to the other end of the phone: "Master, I'll go home and take a look."

The person on the other end of the phone must have heard what Li Zhuiyuan said, so he didn't refuse, but just kept saying, "Okay, okay, thank you for your trouble, thank you for your trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shuyou hesitated and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan, Tongzi was indeed more hard-working in the past."

The filter that Lin Shuyou had for Lord Yin Shen since he was a child had long been broken by Li Zhuiyuan. Therefore, he now almost gets along with the boy as an "equal".

From a buddy's perspective, Ayou also felt a little bit sorry for Tongzi. Without him, the officers and generals would not be able to carry out their grassroots work. This is the best proof.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I didn't ask you to go back and persuade the boy to go back to work."

"Ah, that's..."

"Go back and set up an altar for sacrifice. First separate yourself from the temple into a small branch, and then transfer the boy to your branch."

Hearing this, Lin Shuyou's eyes immediately opened wide.

They divided themselves into small branches, which meant that they still belonged to the leadership of the temple in name, but were actually independent.

Generally speaking, this is a necessary step before dividing the temple.

From then on, although he still addressed his master as master, when the temples held meetings, he would be able to sit on a chair alone like the other temple masters.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I want to continue following you on the river. I don't want to go back to open a temple."

"The branches are not divided into temples. It is just a formality. After you set up your own small branch, move the boy to your branch. When you return to Nantong, you can place the boy in my Nantong Temple. This is what I promised Him."

Lin Shuyou breathed a sigh of relief. He really thought that Brother Xiaoyuan didn't want him anymore.

Now, he finally understood that this move was equivalent to turning the boy's original side job into his main job, and the main job into a side job.

Although the general framework remains unchanged and the chief officer is still the chief officer, the underlying operating logic has changed. The boy now has a legitimate reason to stop caring about those trivial matters. The other Yin gods have no choice but to either become diligent collectively or introduce a new unlucky guy to replace the previous diligent role of the boy.

In this way, the current dilemma faced by the officials and generals will be solved. As long as they are not given an excuse to shirk their responsibilities and slow down their work, someone will naturally come out to do the work.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, this method is really good!"

"Then you can change your flight ticket and go back home directly. You can deal with it as soon as possible and come back earlier."

"understand!"

Lin Shuyou ran to the counter happily.

As for which unfortunate Yin God will replace the boy's previous ecological niche, Lin Shuyou doesn't care.

This shows the advantage of the boy's early arrangements. Before, Lin Shuyou could only invite the boy to come, but later, the boy deliberately used means to make Lin Shuyou invite himself.

This directly led to the fact that Lin Shuyou and the other Yin Gods were completely unfamiliar with each other.

Beside him, Tan Wenbin put out his cigarette and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, how about I go back with Ah You?"

Li Zhuiyuan: “Yes.”

"Okay, I'll go and change it too..." As he was speaking, Tan Wenbin's pager rang. His expression changed and he immediately picked up the pay phone and dialed.

The person who answered the phone was Zheng Fang, who told him that something had happened to Tan Yunlong.

After the serial theft case was cracked by Tan Yunlong, the thieves were warned because they had stolen from the district chief's house. However, Tan Yunlong did not pay attention to the warning and wrote down all the details of the stolen money from each family in the investigation report.

This also brought revenge. When he was off work, a group of thugs who were specially arranged attacked Tan Yunlong. Tan Yunlong was stabbed twice and was seriously injured. However, Tan Yunlong not only beat the thugs away, but also captured the leader alive. He stopped his own bleeding and waited for support from his colleagues in the police force before he fainted.

Tan Wenbin was speechless and said, "I really doubt whether he has any brains?"

Tan Wenbin was not scolding his own father. He had long known what kind of person his father was, otherwise he would not have been demoted to the town police station when he had a bright future.

He was scolding the district chief's younger brother. As the owner of several nightclubs, when his brother was about to get into trouble, he actually commanded thugs to attack the police officers in charge of the case. Is there shit in his brain?

Li Zhuiyuan heard Zheng Fang's story on the phone and said, "If you have brains, you won't do such a thing as hiding a large amount of gold and foreign currency under your floor."

The thief was blinded by money and stole everything. Later, when he read in the newspaper whose house he had stolen from, he was scared and realized that he was in big trouble.

Otherwise, the thief who had been "in jail" twice would not have panicked so much when Tan Yunlong was wearing a police uniform and making a phone call in his own store.

Tan Wenbin: "My dad is not seriously injured. The two stab wounds did not hit his vital parts. He just lost too much blood."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Go back to Jinling and take a look."

Tan Wenbin: "Well, I will hurry back."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Don't worry, spend more time with your mother. Anyway, the first wave has just passed and we have plenty of free time."

Tan Wenbin: "I'm worried about what might happen..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "In the past, there might have been a chance, but now it doesn't. The river water is not willing to let us die in that chance."

Tan Wenbin changed his flight ticket.

In this way, only Li Zhuiyuan, Runsheng and Yin Meng returned to Nantong.

Seeing the other two going back to see their families, Yin Meng's mood was inevitably affected.

Runsheng comforted him: "Don't worry, your ancestors miss you too."

This is really heartwarming to hear.

Yin Meng's homesickness was completely shattered.

Nantong Airport has just been completed and opened to traffic, but there are very few flights and no direct flights, all flights have to stop over.

But in comparison, it is much more convenient than landing in Shanghai and then transferring back in the past.

After landing, I was supposed to take a taxi back to Shinan, but I saw Li Sanjiang waving his hand at the exit.

Li Zhuiyuan did not expect that his grandfather would come to pick him up at the airport.

The airport is in Xingdong Town, on the same straight line heading north as Shinan Town. It is much closer than any other place to go to the city, so my grandfather rode his tricycle directly here.

Afraid that the children would be hungry, cooked dishes and steamed buns were prepared on the tricycle. Although there were two people missing temporarily, with Runsheng around, nothing would be wasted.

The amount of airplane food is only enough to feed a sparrow, and you can’t light incense on the plane. Runsheng is really hungry.

The grandfather was smoking nearby, watching the children eat with a smile. He said that originally, Uncle Shan was also planning to come to the airport to pick them up on a tricycle, but he had bad luck last night and lost the tricycle.

Hearing this, Yin Meng frowned.

The tricycle was the one she helped buy last time, so that Uncle Shan could travel more conveniently to retrieve the body.

Runsheng didn't take it seriously at first. His grandfather had sold even the rice in the rice jar before, let alone a tricycle. He was already used to it.

However, seeing Yin Meng was angry, Runsheng also became angry.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and said softly to Yin Meng, "It's over."

Li Sanjiang also said that he deliberately left the tricycle at Big Beard's house in advance so that he would not be afraid of being seen by A'li when he rode out.

The girl should have wanted to go along to pick him up at the airport, but Li Sanjiang was reluctant to let her go with him in the wind and sand.

Finally, Li Sanjiang told Li Zhuiyuan: "Xiao Yuanhou, your grandfather is sick. He went to the hospital for a checkup and was told that he had a tumor."

Li Zhuiyuan put down his chopsticks.

Li Sanjiang continued, "At first, I went to the town health center for treatment. I thought something serious had happened, but your grandfather was stubborn and said it was a waste of money to treat it.

Later, I beat him with a tree branch, and then I went to the city hospital for another check-up. The town health center misdiagnosed him and said he had a tumor. The doctor said it was benign and could be cured by removal, and it wouldn't be a big problem.

Now he has completed the surgery and is back home. I went to see him yesterday and he is able to walk again. "

Li Zhuiyuan picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

Li Sanjiang: "This time your four uncles were still the same, pretending to be filial sons, and didn't even mention how to pay for your father's medical treatment. But Pan Zi, Lei Zi and Hu Zi started to make a fuss, and finally the four families agreed to pool the medical expenses.

The little kids were raised by their grandparents. When they were young, they still had a conscience, but we don’t know what they will be like when they grow up.

I called your mother when the misdiagnosis first happened, and someone else answered the phone and said they would notify her.

As a result, a few days passed and the store didn't return the call, but only remitted a sum of money.

I don’t know whether it was used for medical treatment or directly for funeral expenses, haha.”

At this point, Li Sanjiang smoked all the cigarettes in his hand, then exhaled fiercely through his nostrils:

"I don't even know whether your mother is filial or not."

In rural areas, if one is willing to spend money to take the elderly to the hospital for treatment when they are seriously ill, he or she is considered very filial. In many cases, the elderly can only endure the serious illness, and if they can't survive it, they will prepare for the funeral in advance.

Li Lan, who is never stingy with money, is indeed impeccable when it comes to "filial piety".

After dinner, Li Sanjiang sat at the back of the tricycle, and naturally let Runsheng ride.

After eating, Runsheng pedaled his tricycle very quickly and returned to Siyuan Village in no time.

Under Li Sanjiang's instructions, they did not take the usual road into the village, but turned in from the village road on the south, which was closer to Li Weihan's home.

When they reached the dam, Li Sanjiang called out, "Han Hou, Xiao Yuan Hou is here to see you."

Li Zhuiyuan entered the house and saw Li Weihan sitting in the kitchen picking vegetables with a hookah tucked under his arm.

Seeing this, Li Sanjiang went up and pulled out the hookah, and hit Li Weihan on the head.

Because of his seniority and age, Li Sanjiang could beat anyone with the surname Li in Siyuan Village into a pulp.

"Twitch, wow, wow, you just had the surgery and you can't just hold it in? Have you forgotten what the doctor ordered? I'm still waiting for you to take care of me until the end of my life, but you're determined to get ahead of me and won't let me take advantage of you?"

Li Weihan was being lectured in front of his grandson. He lowered his head helplessly and said, "Uncle Sanjiang, there is no tobacco in this pipe. I just took a few puffs to satisfy my craving."

Li Sanjiang checked and found that there was indeed no tobacco in the bag: "Oh, look at how useless you are."

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Li Weihan, and Li Weihan reached out and hugged Li Zhuiyuan: "You really change every time I see you. You are getting taller and more handsome."

His daughter Li Lan was much prettier than her four brothers since she was young. Even if she had not been good at studying, they would have supported her in taking the college entrance examination. According to rural customs, matchmakers had come knocking on her door very early.

Although I have only met my son-in-law once, he looks like Tang Guoqiang in the movie, as fair and handsome as the cream on the cake.

This grandson has indeed inherited the good qualities of his parents. Not only is he smart, but his looks and temperament are just a delight to look at.

Li Zhuiyuan checked Li Weihan's current physical condition and found that he had indeed recovered very well. His qi and blood began to flow back to health.

There is no need to drink any extra medicine for conditioning, you just need to work less and eat more meat.

Li Zhuiyuan planned to tell Xiong Shan to send meat here at intervals after he returned. He could not send raw meat, but cooked meat. He could not send too much at one time, otherwise it would not be able to enter grandpa's stomach. He would give it to his grandchildren or give it to his uncles.

Li Zhuiyuan found himself facing the "mountain uncle problem".

In fact, my own grandfather is not as good as Uncle Shan. Uncle Shan lives in poverty only when he has no money. When he has money, Uncle Shan is willing to enjoy a good meal with delicious fish and meat.

Li Sanjiang asked, "I met Jie Hou on the way here. He asked you if the kiln factory was hiring. So, now you want to go to the kiln factory to move bricks?"

Li Weihan rubbed his fingers and said, "This time I went to the city for surgery, and it cost a lot. I have to pay back the money I owe to my four sons."

Li Sanjiang took a deep breath and then laughed out loud. He was really angry and laughed.

He knew that Li Weihan had money, and they had saved all the living expenses that Li Lan had sent them before, including the tuition and living expenses for Xiao Yuanhou that he had refused.

But the couple was determined that the money given by their daughter must be saved, either to return it to their daughter or to give it to their "grandson". They would not need the money from their daughter even if he was sick.

Those four ungrateful guys and their wives also knew that the old couple had the money given by their younger sister, so they were even more reluctant to pay for their own father's medical treatment.

Li Sanjiang stretched out a finger and poked Li Weihan's forehead hard, causing Li Weihan to almost fall off the bench.

"Han Hou, you are a bastard. You are a bastard yourself, and you have taught all the children to be bastards."

Li Weihan just smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to retort.

Li Sanjiang pulled Li Zhuiyuan and walked out.

Li Weihan stood up and said, "My son's grandmother will be back soon. Please stay at home for dinner tonight."

Li Sanjiang cursed again without even turning his head: "What are you eating? You've made me and my son angry!" On the way back on the tricycle, Li Sanjiang was still out of breath and kept coughing while smoking. He said to Li Zhuiyuan:
"Little Marquis Yuan, do you think your grandfather is a bad guy?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "That's why you were willing to let my grandfather take care of you in your old age."

Li Sanjiang: “…”

After a long while, Li Sanjiang said sullenly:

"Alas, what good is it to have too many children? It will only make it easier to pass the buck when it comes to old age.

It's my fault. I didn't educate my child well. I kept talking about how great I was and how willing I was to give. I just moved myself. But the more I raised my child like that, the less he understood gratitude."

"Ah."

Li Zhuiyuan agreed with this. His grandparents were very good people, but they really didn't know how to educate their children, otherwise Li Lan would not have become the "most filial" among the five children.

When it comes to educating children, Li Zhuiyuan thinks his great-grandfather is better because he can even teach himself well.

Li Sanjiang: "I plan to let your grandfather and grandmother help Shanhou plant peach trees and harvest peaches, and they will provide money and food."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Li Weihan and Cui Guiying used to help out at Li Sanjiang's house. Later, because Xiong Shan and his wife came and Uncle Qin and his friends came back, there were enough people but not enough work, so they didn't want to take advantage and stopped coming.

Li Sanjiang put out his cigarette, and seeing that he was almost home, he quickly cursed:
"This kind of people is the most hateful. Their stubbornness only makes those who really care about them uncomfortable."

Li Zhuiyuan looked up and saw A'li standing on the second-floor terrace of his home.

A'li is wearing a goose yellow skirt today and a wooden hairpin on her head. Against the setting sun in the afternoon, she looks both elegant and innocent.

Liu Yumei was sitting on the dam drinking tea. Seeing Li Zhuiyuan coming back, she smiled and said, "Oh, you've been out for quite a long time this time."

Then, Liu Yumei looked around again, but didn't see her story phonograph, so she asked:
"Where's Zhuangzhuang?"

"Something happened at Zhuangzhuang's home, so he went back to Jinling first."

"Oh, what about the other one?"

"Something happened at home."

"Oh." Liu Yumei, "That should be a good thing."

Li Zhuiyuan did not refute.

Since it has been confirmed that Tan Yunlong is not in danger of life, then the next thing will be good things.

"Grandma, I'm going upstairs."

Liu Yumei pretended to be unhappy: "After all, you can't even leave time for me, your grandma, to make a pot of tea."

Yin Meng: "I'll do it."

Liu Yumei immediately covered the teacup with one hand: "You're welcome."

Li Zhuiyuan went up to the second floor. The sun was pleasant, the wind was pleasant, and the people were even more pleasant.

After chatting briefly for a few minutes, Li Zhuiyuan went to take a shower. After coming out of the shower, he sat side by side with A'li on a rattan chair and told her about his experience.

Every time he told his story, Li Zhuiyuan was actually summarizing himself again, so that he could record it in his "Zhuiyuan Secret Scroll".

After finishing speaking, A'li stood up and went back to the house. He picked up a pen and stood in front of the drawing table. He started with a rough draft. With just a few strokes, he drew the auspicious clouds in the sky, the white magma below, and the tall tower below that. At the bottom edge of the drawing paper, he sketched out several figures.

The conception of this wave of paintings is very clear. It reproduces the scenes of becoming an immortal and destroying the world from the perspective of Li Zhuiyuan and others at that time.

Ahri turned her head and looked at the boy.

The boy nodded, the composition was indeed good.

Aunt Liu: “It’s time for dinner!”

After dinner, Runsheng and Yin Meng went back to Xiting. Since Uncle Shan had sold even his tricycle, he would probably not have enough food to eat soon.

When I arrived at Uncle Shan's house, I saw him sitting in the yard drinking sweet potato porridge, with more potatoes and less rice.

When he saw Runsheng coming, a smile immediately appeared on Shan Ye's face. When he saw Yin Meng following Runsheng again, Shan Ye shrank his neck again.

He understood Runsheng's temper, but the girl surnamed Yin had a bad temper too. She had always been sarcastic when she sent him rice, flour, grain and oil several times before.

At his age, he still has to save his dignity.

But tonight, Yin Meng had no intention of saving his face.

In Xiao Yuan's team, she had to be cautious and dared not lose her temper, but in essence, she was a hot Sichuan girl who opened a shop on her own.

This time, Uncle Shan sold his tricycle. She was really angry and started cursing at the old cypress tree in the yard.

Although he didn't curse directly, Uncle Shan still felt embarrassed.

He blushed with shame after being scolded and had to lower his head.

During this time, Uncle Shan looked at Runsheng for help from time to time, but Runsheng just sat there smoking a "cigar" and smiling foolishly.

Finally, Uncle Shan couldn't stand it anymore and could only raise his fists and said angrily:

"Then you might as well chop off my hands so that I can't gamble anymore. Are you satisfied?"

Yin Meng pointed at the old cypress tree and cursed: "Just chopping off its hands is not enough. Even without hands, it can still play cards with its feet. You have to chop off its feet as well, and then keep it in a tank. Only then can it live in peace!"

Uncle Shan: “…”

After cursing for her satisfaction, Yin Meng went to the town to buy things.

Uncle Shan grabbed Runsheng's hand and asked, "Marquis Runsheng, tell me, this girl must have crawled out of the underworld, why is she so scary?"

Runsheng grinned: "Yes, sir."

After saying that, Runsheng went to clean the rice jar.

Yin Meng came back, and Uncle Shan found that the rice, flour, grain and oil he bought this time were much less than before.

He was too embarrassed to ask.

But when he saw Yin Meng take out a stack of money, a smile appeared on Uncle Shan's face again.

Yin Meng: "From now on, every month, in addition to your meal expenses, we will also be responsible for the money you lose."

When Uncle Shan heard this, his eyes lit up. He had a limit on how much money he could lose, it was like living a god's life.

Yin Meng heard from Brother Xiaoyuan that Shan Da Ye's losing money is a way to relieve stress and also a kind of balance in fate.

Normally, whoever's family is affected by the death will be in turmoil and the family will be broken up in no time. Uncle Shan has always kept Runsheng by his side.

Therefore, he has to continue to lose money.

but,
Losing money reasonably will keep you healthy, while being addicted to gambling will ruin you.

For anything, excess is as bad as excess. In the past, no matter how much Uncle Shan lost, he would never borrow money or sell his food. But now, as Brother Xiaoyuan commented, it’s “too much.”

Now that it’s over, we have to set new rules.

Yin Meng: "I have calculated each sum of money for you. From now on, you will keep it with Uncle Li. If you have no money to gamble, go to Uncle Li for it. If you have no money to eat, go to Uncle Li for it. I will tell Uncle Li to give you small amounts and multiple times."

When Uncle Shan heard this, he got furious: "What? I'm going to go beg for food from Li Sanjiang. I might as well just starve to death!"

Yin Meng: "Then starve to death."

Uncle Shan pursed his lips and looked at Runsheng again.

Runsheng said nothing and just kept cleaning.

Uncle Shan sat down on the ground and shook his hands vigorously: "I'm dead, I'm dead, please let me hit a big beast and die!"

Runsheng put the rag into the bucket to wash it and said:
"Master, it's harder for you to get killed in Nantong now than to win money at the poker table."

……

into the night.

Li Zhuiyuan sat at the desk and sorted out the things that Zhen Shaoan left in the coffin.

A'li came in carrying a wooden box. When he opened it, he saw various talismans that had been drawn in advance.

Talisman paper is a very important consumable and must be replenished immediately after each wave.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and walked over. He took out two pieces of talisman paper from the box and placed them on his palm. Then a blood mist appeared on his palm. He stroked the talisman paper with his fingertips:
"Whizzing!"

Two pieces of talisman paper immediately flew out, one on the left and one on the right, and stuck to the left and right door frames.

Li Zhuiyuan: "How is it?"

Ali nodded.

Only in front of girls would Li Zhuiyuan involuntarily reveal his childish side.

Next, Li Zhuiyuan continued to sort out Zhen Shaoan's posthumous papers. A'li went out for a while, then came back quickly, stood in front of the drawing table and started painting.

Two people are in the same room, each quietly and attentively doing their own thing, and they can feel each other's presence.

After Zhen Shaoan's things were sorted out and copied, Li Zhuiyuan did not rush to learn, but took out the "Zhuiyuan Secret Scroll" and began to record.

After writing about this wave, Li Zhuiyuan rubbed his sore wrists and continued writing "Code of Conduct for Walking on the River".

In the early stage, Jiang Shui was just testing and wanted to kill if he could. Now, after he has overcome wave after wave, Jiang Shui begins to face up to his own value.

This is also the reason why Li Zhuiyuan said to Tan Wenbin, "There is no such thing as a chance at the moment." Jiang Shui hopes that as he grows up, he can fight poison with poison. Then, he will be unlikely to design any "surprise attack" because it is not cost-effective.

Therefore, since traveling along the river has now entered a new historical stage, we must adjust our response strategies in advance to be prepared for new challenges in the new stage.

After writing this, Li Zhuiyuan put down his pen and looked at the time on the wall clock. Usually at this time, A'li would go back to her room to rest.

He actually had some deductions about the team formation, or the "red line", but it was too late tonight and he didn't dare to try it easily.

A-Li put down her paintbrush and walked out of the room.

Li Zhuiyuan stretched, took out the wordless book from his backpack, then went under the bed and took out the "Evil Book" that was wrapped into a ball with a sealing talisman.

They are both books, one is pure and flawless, the other is full of evil, so they should have a common language.

However, when Li Zhuiyuan was about to set up an isolation formation, A'li came back.

The girl was holding a large bowl in her hand.

Li Zhuiyuan looked into the bowl and was stunned.

Because there is brown sugar and eggs in the bowl.

Lots of sugar, lots of eggs.

Li Zhuiyuan then realized that when he showed A-li that he could use flying talismans, what the girl actually paid attention to was the blood mist overflowing from the palm of his right hand.

But how did Ali know that eating brown sugar and eggs can replenish blood?

Given Grandma Liu's situation, if her family wanted to use some supplements, there would be no such rustic method.

The fact is, A'li didn't know it at first, but Cuicui would often come to play with A'li, and every time she came, she would talk a lot to A'li.

Because of her fate, Cuicui had her first menstruation early. She said that after her first menstruation, her mother made her brown sugar poached eggs to replenish her blood.

Although A'li never responded to Cuicui's chattering, the girl did listen to what Cuicui said.

"Ali……"

Li Zhuiyuan had almost suffered psychological trauma from Runsheng's brown sugar poached eggs, but he didn't expect that his first midnight snack after returning home would be this.

But looking at the girl's gaze, the boy had no choice but to sit down and eat the eggs one by one with sugar water.

A'li really added too much brown sugar. She probably cooked it in the kitchen before going downstairs. The sweetness is so strong that Jianlibao tastes bland compared to it.

Seeing that the boy had finished eating, the girl bit her lip and smiled.

With just one glance, Li Zhuiyuan felt that the sweetness of the brown sugar water was instantly overshadowed.

After Ah Li left with the empty bowl, Li Zhuiyuan sat at the desk and digested the food in silence.

After a long while, he finally set up an isolation formation, and then began to tear off the sealing paper on the "Evil Book", allowing the "Evil Book" to reappear.

There are still obvious signs of burning, and even the diffuse burnt smell is still so clear.

This seemed to be telling itself that it could no longer withstand the torment and was really gone.

"Since you are already useless, I will satisfy you."

Li Zhuiyuan opened the wordless book and the sound of fiddle with the pages sounded like orchestral music, very pleasant to the ear.

At this moment, the "Evil Book" suddenly trembled. Not only did it turn over without wind, but the pages that had been burned black began to return to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that it had been pretending before, but he never expected that it could pretend so well.

In just a short while, "The Evil Book" was restored to its original state, without any sign of damage.

You know, I used it to test the secrets of heaven and caused it to self-immolate several times. Is it that its "injuries are not serious" or is it that even with the sealing talisman paper, it can still absorb power to repair itself?
I have obviously been so careful in taking precautions, but it still manages to bring me "surprises".

That is to say, from the very beginning, I was determined not to make any deal with it, so I didn't let it take advantage of any loopholes.

Sure enough, in any game of comparing intelligence, whoever thinks he is smart first loses.

On the page of the Evil Book, a line of beautiful small characters appeared:

"Congratulations on your success in riding the waves again. I am praying for you day and night under your bed at home."

Then, the pages of the book turned, and on the back of the paper were Buddhist and Taoist scriptures densely written in red fonts. There were also scriptures of a type that even Li Zhuiyuan could not tell for the time being, but they should all be used for praying.

Moreover, the red font is deliberately used to create the feeling that it is written in blood, which shows more sincerity.

However, when it was restored to its original state in front of him, it had already found its way to destruction in Li Zhuiyuan's eyes.

It knew this very well, but it didn't care.

Because it was scared.

Li Zhuiyuan looked down at the wordless book in his hand. Just a glance scared the man so much. Could this be your real use?
Li Zhuiyuan placed the "Evil Book" on the wordless book. As soon as the two touched, the "Evil Book" began to tremble violently, and ripples also appeared on the white pages of the wordless book.

This scene is like pouring ink into a basin of clear water.

But it seems that it is not the ink that muddies the clean water, but rather the clean water that purifies the ink.

As the Evil Book began to dissolve, words began to appear on it:
"Please, don't do this, I'm willing to give you everything!"

"I will obey your orders and answer all your questions!"

When the evil book was half melted:

"You are my master, and I am your most pious servant!"

"Being able to follow you is the will of heaven and destiny!"

Suddenly, a large amount of black air emanated from the "Evil Book" and tried to rush out.

Li Zhuiyuan spread out his right palm, took the copper coin sword in his hand, and swung it directly at it.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Wuyang's copper coin sword is extremely masculine and strong, and is specifically designed to defeat evil.

From somewhere in the darkness, a shrill scream seemed to be heard.

A line of large, ferocious characters appeared on the Evil Book:

"You are a demon, you are a monster in human skin!"

No one knows how much effort "The Evil Book" put in to invade the emotions of young people without being noticed and silently, but the fact is that all its efforts finally became silent.

"Pfft..."

Like a stone falling into a lake.

The Evil Book disappeared completely.

"Crash..."

The wordless book began to turn pages quickly, and finally stopped on one page.

On this page, thick black vertical lines first appeared, like the bars in a prison cell.

Then, an old man with disheveled hair and red eyes appeared in the painting. He grabbed the railing with both hands and roared at Li Zhuiyuan outside the book.

Although the picture is frozen, you can imagine the movement in your mind.

Li Zhuiyuan closed the wordless book and held it in front of him.

Now, the young man felt a little pity for the scholar, because he had been studying the book tirelessly both during his lifetime and after his death, eager to uncover the secrets contained in it.

"It's not a book at all, it's... a prison."

(End of this chapter)