Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 217

Li Zhuiyuan remembered that A'li came last night wearing a white pajamas, and now she changed into a red dress, proving that the girl had specially returned to the east room to put on makeup.

The fact that she dared to leave meant that she knew he was back.

She also knew what the boy would need when he woke up.

Although many of the habits between the two of them in the past originated from nature, they have always been carefully nurtured and maintained, like birds in a misty forest, cherishing the marks left on any tree, including those left on each other.

Li Zhuiyuan got off the bed, walked to the girl, slowly lowered his head, and looked for her.

The boy and the girl looked at each other, and then their foreheads gently touched each other.

Li Zhuiyuan saw himself in the girl's eyes.

Sometimes, even he himself would be lost, not only unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, but also confused about his own identity. But the answers to all these can be found in her eyes.

It was not until this moment that Li Zhuiyuan was sure that he had succeeded and eliminated the last bit of anxiety in his heart.

The boy picked up the washbasin and prepared to wash up. When he passed the closet, he stopped and looked at the mirror.

There is no other metaphor, he is really looking in the mirror.

Three faint lines appeared on his forehead, so slight that they were almost unnoticeable. There were black and red bloodshot veins deep in the corners of his eyes, which could not be seen unless he stared intently.

He took another half step back, trying hard to suppress the backlash, and took a quick look at his face.

"Cough cough..."

The boy felt a tightness in his chest and coughed several times.

This face shows that one is destined to suffer from a serious illness.

Li Zhuiyuan spread out his right hand and tried to condense a simple formation.

Although the formation was successfully condensed, the Qi and blood were a little impatient, proving that his mind was still in a turbulent state and not stable enough.

The above are all signs of having gone astray. It will take a few days for you to adjust and recover, and then they will disappear.

After all, no matter what, he is now suppressing his true body by using his inner demon identity.

If a Taoist monk goes astray or suffers a backlash from his inner demons, it is not surprising that he may become insane at the least or become a demon who only cares about killing at the worst.

It is extremely difficult for me to be so smooth.

Unfortunately, no one is bored enough to write a book summarizing and concluding from the perspective of "inner demons", and this category is too obscure. Otherwise, Li Zhuiyuan's case would be considered the most classic example of inner demons devouring their masters, and he deserves the title of "model of inner demons".

Indeed, to actively degenerate oneself into an inner demon and give up one's true identity to "him" is a kind of degradation.

But Li Zhuiyuan did not regret it. Instead, he felt that he had made a lot of money.

The previous state where they were indistinguishable from each other and were the same "self" was really difficult to deal with, and it was difficult to treat.

Now, the situation has become more difficult, but there is also a solution.

You just need to follow the path of the "inner demon", either to find a way or to create your own method to suppress "him".

This idea was "provided" to me by the Tantric monk who had attacked me before. I really have to take the time to visit him and thank him properly.

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at his desk and decided to write about the treatment method in the book.

Sometimes, it is sad that fellow patients are not born in the same era. Li Zhuiyuan really wants to exchange ideas on treating diseases with Wei Zhengdao.

When he reached the door, the boy suddenly stopped.

He remembered Wei Zhengdao's self-sealing and suicide, as well as the Wei Zhengdao he met in the wave of dream ghosts. It should not be his real body, but most likely a clone.

With Wei Zhengdao's ability, creating a clone is not a difficult task, but what is his purpose in doing so?

Why would a person who is determined to commit suicide create a clone?
Li Zhuiyuan suspected that Wei Zhengdao might have also chosen this treatment method, and he was actively splitting himself.

Did he finally succeed with this method?

It will be difficult.

Li Zhuiyuan recalled last night, when "he" was planning to take measures to suppress his "inner demon".

The same treatment plan may not be suitable for all patients, or even for different stages of a patient.

I have hope of success now because I am still young, but the difficulty for Wei Zhengdao is that... by the time he wakes up and seeks treatment and suicide, he is already too strong.

Uncle Qin replaced the broken old water tank on the second-floor terrace with a new one. Li Zhuiyuan stood in the original position and began to wash.

I had just finished washing up and was wiping my face with a towel when I saw Li Sanjiang coming out of the room with his neck twisted and his legs shaking.

Li Zhuiyuan still remembers the wellhead in his dream last night. The grandfather who should have left the dream suddenly returned and took the initiative to help him lead away all the zombies around him.

Of course, that group of zombies would not be a problem for him. Even if the grandfather did not appear again, he could easily solve it.

But the appearance of the grandfather is of great value. He lets him know that even in an illusory dream, there are still people who are willing to protect themselves at all costs based on their subconscious.

"Grandpa, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, I got a stiff neck from sleeping." Li Sanjiang was too embarrassed to say that he had a nightmare and fell off the bed, so he asked casually, "Xiao Yuanhou, how did you sleep?"

"I didn't sleep well either. I had a nightmare."

"That's good, that's good... hm?"

"Grandpa, I met a professor in college who is good at health preservation. He taught me a recipe for conditioning. I will boil it and we can drink it together for a few days. It can calm your spirit and soothe your mind."

"Okay, drink."

Li Sanjiang came over, scooped water from the tub, and brought over the bag of detergent. He planned to wash his hair to clear his mind.

"Grandpa, the weather is not hot enough now. It's easy to catch a cold if you blow the wind after washing your hair in the morning. Also, the shampoo is underneath. Using laundry detergent to wash your hair will hurt your scalp."

"Grandpa, I always use Xi...Okay, then I'll wash my hair at noon, using shampoo."

Li Zhuiyuan carried his washbasin back to the room. Li Sanjiang, who was brushing his teeth, looked again and again in the direction his great-grandson left. He felt something was different, but he couldn't tell what had changed.

"Ari, let's play chess."

Ali shook her head. She felt that the boy needed to rest and not use his brain.

"Then let's go down."

Holding A'li's hand and going to the first floor, Li Zhuiyuan sniffed and smelled the lingering scent of death.

Seeing that the grandfather had not come downstairs yet, Li Zhuiyuan took out a talisman from his pocket and threw it forward. The talisman paper burned after hitting the ground. A cloud of green smoke suddenly rose up and dissipated immediately, neutralizing the remaining aura.

As for the paper figurines, tables, chairs and benches here, they had all been returned to their original places long ago. I guess they must have been cleaned up before Xiao Yingying left.

She could clean up other things but she couldn't deal with her own remaining aura. After all, she couldn't let herself suppress herself.

Liu Yumei was sitting at a small table on the dam. When she saw the boy and her granddaughter coming out, she waved and said, "Come here and help grandma make tea."

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the table and stopped. A'li did not stop and went straight back to the house.

"Grandma, it's almost time for breakfast. Do you still want tea?"

"I've been drinking tea all my life, and it doesn't have any effect."

The boy's movements in making tea are skillful and natural, which is pleasing to the eye.

Liu Yumei: "This is the new tea, please taste it."

"it is good."

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. It felt like drinking alcohol. The aroma of the tea was in his head, but there was no uncomfortable aftertaste. Instead, it was brewing and dispersing.

I didn't get enough rest last night, so after drinking this sip of tea, I felt a sense of relief and relaxation.

The boy closed his eyes and enjoyed the aftertaste.

Liu Yumei looked at him with interest.

In the past, this child had often come to drink tea with him, and he had tasted a lot of good tea. Every time, he would make an accurate evaluation after taking a sip, as if he was following a fixed routine.

But today, he went in for real, and he really enjoyed it.

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and took another sip. The second sip was not as amazing as the first, just like the first sip of Jianlibao is always the best.

A'li walked out of the house with a small medicine box in her hand. She spread out the boy's right hand, untied the old gauze, held the palm of her hand, put it to her mouth and blew it, then applied medicine and bandaged it again.

Liu Yumei glanced at it casually at first, but after seeing the deep wounds on the boy's right hand, she subconsciously looked at her granddaughter's nails.

Did the two children have a fight last night?

The old lady couldn't help feeling a little distressed. Oh, why did her granddaughter pinch her so hard?

Liu Yumei didn't know what exactly happened last night. Her granddaughter did come down, but she didn't come to ask for help. Instead, she asked her to help her with her makeup.

Therefore, she could only guess based on what happened in the past. She remembered that night, for some unknown reason, the boy made her granddaughter angry and she ignored him for several days. In the end, the boy brought the dead thing back to her and apologized in a secret way. Only then did the two resume their relationship.

Could it be that he apologized last night as well? But the two of them had no conflicts before, and seeing how his granddaughter bandaged him carefully... Never mind, even if they had a fight, they are now reconciled.

Liu Yumei was becoming increasingly confused about this young man's affairs, and she was too lazy to get involved.

At this time, Aunt Liu started to bring out breakfast, and Li Zhuiyuan got up to help.

When I walked into the kitchen to serve the porridge, Aunt Liu's voice suddenly came from behind me: "Xiaoyuan, wait a moment, let me see you."

As she spoke, Aunt Liu walked up to the boy, checked his forehead, lifted up his eyelids, and finally placed her left palm on his forehead and took his pulse with her right hand.

Soon, Aunt Liu showed a puzzled look on her face and asked, "Xiaoyuan, are you practicing any unfamiliar skills recently?"

Aunt Liu said this very tactfully.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that she had seen through it.

"Well, I've been thinking about a secret method recently. I just found a new idea last night, so I tried it out."

"Are you feeling any discomfort elsewhere?"

"It's nothing serious. I just need to rest for a few days. Thank you Aunt Liu for your concern."

Aunt Liu let go of her hand and watched the boy leave with the bowl of porridge.

After breakfast, Li Zhuiyuan accompanied his grandfather for a walk. Aunt Liu walked up to Liu Yumei and whispered, "Grandma, I've noticed something about Xiaoyuan..."

Liu Yumei: "When did you learn to be hesitant?"

Aunt Liu: "Xiaoyuan has signs of being possessed by a demon and having his inner demons attack him. Although they are very mild, they are very typical."

Liu Yumei: "Did you see it clearly?"

Every profession has its own specialties. Qin Li and Liu Ting's skills were all taught by the old lady herself, but she only taught them an early introduction based on each person's talents and specialties. The subsequent development still depends on the individual's own comprehension and understanding. Anyway, there are plenty of relevant secrets in the ancestral home.

Therefore, Aunt Liu's medical and poison skills are better than Liu Yumei's.

Aunt Liu: "See... clearly."

Liu Yumei: "Xiaoyuan, will you go astray and even be attacked by your inner demon?"

They had witnessed with their own eyes how talented this child was. How could a guy who could understand the secrets of the Qin and Liu families more thoroughly than anyone in the Qin and Liu family make such a low-level mistake?
Being possessed by evil spirits and the backlash of one's inner demons refer to a state of outcome. A normal person would instinctively stop it in time when they sense something is wrong, let alone him.

Aunt Liu also felt that her conclusion was a little absurd, but she said again: "Maybe I am not very knowledgeable, anyway, this is what I concluded."

If that young man was not Li Zhuiyuan, but someone else, Aunt Liu would have subdued him by force by now.

There is no way. A guy whose inner demons are turning against him is too unstable and too dangerous. No one can predict what he will do next.

At this time, A'li walked out of the east room holding two tablets of different materials.

Liu Yumei raised her hand and called out, "Ari."

Ari stopped and looked at her grandmother.

Liu Yumei: "Forget it, it's okay, go and get busy."

A'li continued to carry the tablet upstairs.

Aunt Liu: "Old lady..."

Liu Yumei lowered her head, took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "Nothing."

Aunt Liu: "What I mean is, should we do a more detailed examination? After all, Xiaoyuan is..."

Liu Yumei shook her head: "No, Xiaoyuan is still the same Xiaoyuan. If he changes, even if he can deceive others, he can't deceive A-Li."

Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed."

Liu Yumei: "Everyone has their own secrets. Xiaoyuan has even more secrets. I believe he can handle it."

Aunt Liu: "I understand. I'll prepare some soothing medicine for him."

Liu Yumei: “Yeah.”

Aunt Liu: "There is one more thing. Didn't Ali say when he came back that day that he was going to help the family in Xigou Village with their funeral?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"I'm very curious why Xiaoyuan is so cautious and restrained."

"It's not just this time. I'm afraid it was the same thing that happened to that guy who rolled over and dozed off under the peach forest last time."

"It's just a few lives... Anyway, the crime was deserved. I don't think it's necessary to go to such trouble and be so cautious."

"A Ting, you have never crossed the river."

"Yes."

"Don't do evil, no matter how small it is. Do you think this is meant for the weak who are being protected?

Just like playing Go, every move must be carefully crafted. If you place a piece casually, you never know when it may become a weakness.

Besides, doesn’t restraint and caution mean that one is aiming for something bigger?”

Aunt Liu: "It seems that if I hadn't gone to Jiang, I wouldn't have been able to feel some things deeply, which is a pity after all."

Liu Yumei: "I'm not stopping you. Go and light the lamp now. It's not too late."

Aunt Liu: "That won't work. If I go to the river, who will cook for you?"

Liu Yumei patted her mouth lightly:

"It's my fault for having such a big mouth. It delayed the birth of a Dragon King in my Liu family."

……

Li Sanjiang took a long walk this morning, mainly because his body became more active. Not only did the discomfort left over from last night's sleep disappear, but he actually became more and more energetic.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that this was the dream that he had taken back, and good fortune began to restore his grandfather's health.

Once people really get old, the body gradually begins to turn from science to metaphysics.

People with good health may die suddenly, but those suffering from various diseases can persist forever.

Li Sanjiang, who was walking happily, found that he had really walked far, even out of the village. He bought a bottle of soda from a store in the next village and gave it to Xiaoyuan. He asked for a bowl of water for himself.

People in the next village also recognized his face. The boss was very polite. Not only did he not charge him for the soda, he also specially made him a bowl of brown sugar water.

Li Sanjiang sat on the stone block at the entrance of the convenience store with a bowl in his hand, and Xiaoyuan sat next to him.

The grandfather and grandson drank while watching the people and cars passing by on the village road.

After they finished drinking, Li Sanjiang handed Li Zhuiyuan a piece of money and said, "Go, buy a pack of cigarettes for Grandpa."

Li Zhuiyuan took the bowl from his grandfather's hand and returned it to the counter of the convenience store along with the empty soda bottle he had drunk. After buying cigarettes, he shook the remaining change in his hand in front of his grandfather, and then naturally put it into his pocket.

"Hahaha!"

For some reason, Li Sanjiang felt a genuine joy in his heart.

He bent down and said, "Come, Xiao Yuanhou, the master will carry you back."

Li Zhuiyuan climbed onto Li Sanjiang's back.

Even though the old man is old, his back is still as strong and straight as a pine tree, unlike Uncle Shan, whose back has begun to shrink.

Li Sanjiang hummed a storytelling piece as he walked. It was a passage from Water Margin that he had heard on the radio.

Every time Li Sanjiang got stuck, Li Zhuiyuan on his back would remind him in time and help him connect.

As I walked, I saw my home.

A familiar figure was walking on the village road ahead.

"Uncle Li, Brother Xiaoyuan!"

Lin Shuyou was carrying a mountaineering bag and holding his hands full of local specialties. When he saw people, he started running.

After running a few steps, the bag broke and the contents spilled all over the floor. He was so excited that he didn't notice it. He ran for a long time before he felt his hands becoming lighter and lighter. He exclaimed, then ran back and squatted down to clean up the things.

Li Sanjiang: "I understand that Zhuangzhuang was able to get into university. I remember that Zhuangzhuang worked very hard that year. Even Youhou is also a university student. I still can't understand why.

However, Youhou is indeed a good person, serious and down-to-earth.

If his hometown wasn't in Fujian, which is too far away, I, your great grandfather, would have wanted to find a matchmaker for him, and Zhuangzhuang would have already started the discussion.

By the way, what kind of girl does You Hou like? "

Li Zhuiyuan: "I like Zhou Yunyun."

In the previous wave, Ayou was controlled by Zhao Yi many times. Although Ayou gave in immediately after only saying half of the words each time, Li Zhuiyuan had good hearing and heard everything, so he naturally guessed it.

"I was wrong, Grandpa. This Youhou is not that serious and down-to-earth.

Li Zhuiyuan got off his grandfather's back, and the two of them went together to help Lin Shuyou pick up the things and then go home.

"Uncle Li, this is the wine I prepared for you, and some cigarettes from our place. Try them and see if they suit your taste. I'll ask my grandfather to send more."

"Too many." Li Sanjiang divided some of the things, "Zhuangzhuang is not at home now, you can divide some of the things and send them to his girlfriend's house on his behalf."

"okay."

Lin Shuyou took out two long strips of black bacon and ran towards Runsheng: "Runsheng, look, what I brought you."

Runsheng took the bacon, put it to his nose and smelled it, and immediately smiled: "Is this a specialty of your place?"

Lin Shuyou looked embarrassed. Whose specialty bacon is smoked with incense ash? In other words, there was a lot of fresh incense ash in his temple, so he specially asked the temple people to "dip" the bacon for him.

Runsheng took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. There was no need to light incense when eating this.

Lin Shuyou brought another bag of cosmetics and gave it to Yin Meng: “Meng Meng, this is for you.”

Yin Meng was surprised and asked, "So many brands?"

Lin Shuyou: "Well, we have well-developed waterways there."

Ayou brought the most gifts for Binbin, all of which were things that replenish the kidneys and strengthen the sexual function. In that jar, there were even the genitals of nationally protected animals.

"Ah, come with me."

"Here I come, Brother Xiaoyuan."

At Li Zhuiyuan's signal, Runsheng and Yin Meng also followed.

There was a compartment next to the kitchen, and the walls on both sides were hung with statues of gods by my grandfather. The one in the middle was of Confucius, whom my grandfather mistook for Laozi.

The last time he was at home, Li Zhuiyuan cleared out an area on his own and asked A'li to help make name tags for everyone in his team.

The front side has the name, and the back side has the date of birth of each person.

In the middle was an exquisite small incense burner, which Runsheng had taken out after diving down to solve the death problem at the construction site. It was originally a good tool for finding incense and locating, but now Li Zhuiyuan had a more useful compass, so he placed it here as a Taoist incense burner.

The place is small and cramped, but as long as the water is deep, it will be magical as long as there is a dragon.

However, as soon as Li Zhuiyuan came in, he found that the incense sticks in the incense burner had burned to the end.

It must have been inserted by my great grandfather, because he had the habit of coming in here to worship every morning.

What’s even more interesting is that between the name tags of the five of them, there is a rough board with “Li Sanjiang” written on it with a brush.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered that his great grandfather once asked him what was the use of placing tablets with names on them. Li Zhuiyuan said that they were used to pray for blessings, and that one had to pay incense money to offer them in the temple, which was not only expensive but also required time to renew the fees.

The grandfather must have thought it made sense, so he wrote his own name and put it in. In the morning, he lit incense for himself, Xiao Yuanhou, and the other mules to pray for blessings.

Lin Shuyou: "Why is Uncle Li's name also in it?"

Runsheng: "Are you afraid of being at a disadvantage?"

Lin Shuyou: "How can that be possible? This is a huge advantage."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Just put my great grandfather's name here, after all, he is Nantong corpse-recovering Li."

In the young man's opinion, his great-grandfather is more suitable for the title of Nantong Corpse-Removing Li than himself. If there is really an order of inheritance, his great-grandfather should be ahead of him.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Temple Books and Divine Registers."

"Here, here." Lin Shuyou hurriedly took out the temple book and the divine book he had written himself.

Li Zhuiyuan took the things and stacked them on top, then held the incense in his left hand and the yellow paper in his right hand, his eyes slightly fixed and his tone serious.

Lin Shuyou began to possess himself, and the next moment, his vertical pupils opened.

Li Zhuiyuan: "White Crane Boy!"

Lin Shuyou: “Yes~”

"Today, I will move you into this dojo. Do you have any objection?"

"It is my duty to eliminate demons and defend the Way. No objection!"

Li Zhuiyuan inserted the incense, and the yellow paper in his hand caught fire, and the ashes fell on the temple book and the divine register.

Next, the White Crane Boy took out his own statue.

This place is too small, and it is definitely impossible to move in statues like those in Guanjiangshou Temple. Besides, Lin Shuyou can't bring them here by plane.

Therefore, the statue of God can only be used as a token of respect nowadays.

But this is... a little too meaningful.

The White Crane Boy looked at the wooden man prepared for him by his medium.

This was carved by Lin Shuyou himself. The workmanship is so rough and the coloring is very uneven. After all, Lin Shuyou can only carve his own face out of practice, and he is not a sculptor or painter.

The White Crane Boy finally put the wooden man up, but his vertical pupils were a little distorted.

Those who know it know that it is their own "statue of god", while those who don't think it is a low-quality puppet used by evildoers to curse people and cast spells.

At this moment, the boy suddenly heard the young man beside him say, "The conditions are simple, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

The boy's twisted vertical pupils suddenly straightened up!
The first reaction was that the boy was angry and was being ironic and hitting himself.

Although the conditions in the temple were simple, he would definitely not go there before, because a small official being the head of a temple meant that the medium would have lower quality, less work to do, less merit, and less power to exert.

But this is an exception. The more crude and simple it is, the warmer the boy feels, because this is like a start-up. This is how you get in early to take a position. He feels like he is already one of them.

He really just simply disliked the ugly "statue of God" carved for him by his medium. Otherwise, he might as well not carve any statue at all and just put up a nameplate with his name on it.

The White Crane Boy turned to the young man, ready to apologize and explain. He didn't want to be kicked out on his first day at work just because his superiors mistakenly thought he was giving him the cold shoulder.

For those who want to job-hop, the most terrifying thing is that they are officially announced to be employed by their old company, but ultimately fail to leave.

Unexpectedly, before the boy could open his mouth, the young man said:
"I'll ask A-Li to carve a nice-looking one for you."

The boy's uneasiness was just suppressed in his mouth, but was instantly replaced by a strong fear.

He is a Yin God, and his perception is extremely sharp. In addition, he has been severely beaten up by the young man. Therefore, he now has a very clear feeling that the young man... seems to be a little different.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay, let's go for the incense."

Runsheng and Yin Meng each held a stick of incense, bowed to the incense burner, and then inserted it.

When they were leaving, Li Zhuiyuan, who was walking in front, said, "Ayou, please work harder and carve two wooden figures for General Zeng and General Sun."

At this time, the vertical pupils in Ayou's eyes had not yet disappeared, which meant that he was still the White Crane Boy.

When the White Crane Boy, who was the last one to come, heard this, he smiled so ungracefully that his mouth became crooked.

After He left, Lin Shuyou couldn't help but cover the corners of his mouth. He was laughing so hard that his skin was about to split.

Li Sanjiang: "Runsheng Hou, You Hou, come with me to the next town to deliver the goods!"

Uncle Qin and Xiong Shan were busy working in the fields, so there was no need to call them since the new mule had returned.

Runsheng went to get the cart to load the goods, and Lin Shuyou licked his lips and blended in naturally.

Anyone who comes to Uncle Li's house has to work, but no one really complains about working for him.

Li Zhuiyuan went up to the second floor, pushed open the door, and saw A'li sitting there holding tools, dismantling the ancestral tablet.

Today's ancestral tablets are made of different materials and have different specifications, so the materials must be sorted before use.

"Ari, I'd like to ask you to carve a white crane boy for me."

Ali nodded.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the drawing table, picked up the paintbrush, and began to paint the image of the White Crane Boy.

Without paying attention to emotions and just simply sketching, soon the image of the White Crane Boy came to life on the paper.

Ali looked at it carefully, then sat down, picked up a new ancestral tablet and began to carve it.

Li Zhuiyuan thought, might it be too good to use this material?
But seeing that A'li had already started carving, he did not stop her.

Forget it. Just like Grandpa said, if you want the mule to work well, good fodder is essential.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the desk and sat down, opening the wordless book first.

When he gently touched the painting with his fingertips, the frightened expression of the bones in the painting disappeared, and joy was revealed again.

"The Evil Book" can feel that the original boy has returned.

In everything, I am afraid of comparison.

Originally, I thought that once "The Evil Book" fell into the hands of this young man, I would have entered hell. However, who knew that there were eighteen levels of hell below!

During these three days, I can't worry too much and need to take good care of myself. Li Zhuiyuan said:
"I won't touch you for these three days. You need to take good care of yourself. After three days, you need to make up for the loss in one go."

When the bones in the painting heard this, instead of showing despair, they felt elated: It’s great that he is willing to discuss it with me.

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan heard the frequency of the carving knife behind him change.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "I will be angry."

The carving knife frequency returned to normal.

Last night, although that "he" failed to say the word "blood", Ali had already understood what he meant. If this wordless book wanted to work, it needed her blood.

She is carving now, so it's a good opportunity for her to injure her finger and let the blood flow out.

Li Zhuiyuan put away the wordless book and wrote his treatment plan on the "case record".

After finishing all this, the boy stood up and walked to the girl, first helping her clean the tool table and sweeping away the scraps on the ground, then he sat down next to the girl, handed her the tools, and did some auxiliary work with the scraps.

Li Zhuiyuan still remembers the first time he made a Yellow River shovel as a tool according to the records in Jianghu Zhiguai Lu, the girl accompanied him for two days.

At that time, the girl had actually never done much manual work, so he had to demonstrate and explain the steps and tools first.

Now, just look at the girl's hands holding the carving knife flying up and down, she is so dexterous.

She has been pushing herself to do her best wherever she can help herself.

In this world, the only thing more valuable than mountains of gold and silver is giving your all.

The White Crane Boy has been carved. Although it has not yet been colored, it is already lifelike and can be regarded as an extremely exquisite work of art.

Most importantly, A'li also showed the unruly charm of the White Crane Boy.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and glanced at his previous painting. He found that he did not deliberately highlight the boy's temperament. This was considered to be A-li's own artistic processing.

Li Zhuiyuan began to help with color matching, and A-li began to color.

After it was completely completed, the White Crane Boy seemed to come alive.

The girl placed the boy on the table and looked at the young man.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up a wet towel and helped her wipe her hands.

The girl lowered her eyes, and the slight happiness on her face disappeared. Just like she knew what she was going to do when Li Zhuiyuan sat on the desk with his back to her, she now knew what the boy was going to say to her.

She originally thought that the boy would forget it, but he actually remembered it until now, waiting for her to finish the task at hand.

"Ari, I am now a demon in my heart, so what you need to do is to help me consolidate this demon in my heart. You are my window, and through you, I can see the differences between myself and 'him'."

Once, he pulled me out of the darkness, and now it was my turn to pull him out of the swamp.

The girl reached out, put one arm around the boy's head, and patted him on the back with the other.

A'li has money, plenty of money.

……

Li Zhuiyuan had just placed the White Crane Boy on the altar and walked out of the small room when he heard Aunt Zhang singing from the canteen:

"Xiao Yuanhou~Looking for your phone number~"

Li Zhuiyuan went to answer the phone.

The microphone was still placed next to him and was not hung up.

Based on this heroic spirit, Li Zhuiyuan knew that it was Xue Liangliang who called.

"Hey, Brother Liangliang."

"Xiaoyuan, you are at home, right? I would like to ask you for help..."

"I have sent it, Jiang Li."

"You went there in person?"

"Ah."

"How can you do that? Just let Binbin go. You can go and send her off in person... She will have to kowtow to you. What if she gets pregnant?"

"Brother Binbin is not in Nantong right now."

"Oh, I see. Haha. Well, there is one more thing. I don't know if you are free. The school is organizing an exchange meeting in Beijing. There are student quotas. Do you want to go? Just think of it as a government-sponsored trip to reward outstanding students."

"Are we... considered excellent students?"

A student who is so outstanding that he doesn't even go to school.

Tan Wenbin was the class monitor, and he didn't even have the nerve to arrange a scholarship for himself. Even his final intensive review exam results were among the best, and his regular scores in various subjects were full.

"According to the judging criteria, you, Tan Wenbin, and Lin Shuyou all count because you have already entered the internship stage in advance."

"Forget it, I won't take up this spot."

"You can bring your family members this time, one per person, which means Runsheng and Yin Meng can go together, too. I'll make the arrangements."

"Brother Liangliang?"

Li Zhuiyuan felt something was wrong. Xue Liangliang hated taking advantage of the public the most. In this regard, he had always been very strict with himself.

"Well, to be honest with you, I am a sponsor of this school event."

"Oh, no wonder."

"Then you, think about it again, if you have time, come and play?
I have selfish motives. I have selected a group of students for Mr. Luo, and they are currently in the assessment and screening stage. I hope that you or Binbin can spare some time to share your work experience in encountering such things in engineering, um, that... you know.

Besides, didn’t you grow up in Beijing? Don’t you want to go home and visit?”

"Do not want to."

"That……"

"I'll think about the exchange meeting and give you a reply later."

"Okay, let me know when you've thought it over."

Li Zhuiyuan hung up the phone and bought a pack of cigarettes for his grandfather as singing fee from Aunt Zhang.

Tan Wenbin went to Wuxin Island to find Qiu Zhuang. The transportation there is not very convenient, so he should have just arrived and had no time to report.

If I go to Beijing, it’s not impossible. I have been planning to find time to have a good chat with that Tantric monk.

What Li Zhuiyuan is thinking about now is, does going to Beijing also count as going out for a wandering trip?

But wouldn’t this lead to a conflict with Qiu Zhuang?
No matter what, it is impossible for two waves to hit us at the same time.

So, which one is true and which one is false?
Or is there a beginning and an end?

When I got home, I found that Taiye, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou had already returned from delivering the goods.

What surprised Li Zhuiyuan was that the grandfather was holding a lottery ticket in his hand.

In other words, it was too close to the end of the previous wave, and the next wave had not yet come normally. Otherwise, Li Zhuiyuan would have suspected that Jiang Shui had used the same method twice, and so directly.

Lin Shuyou excitedly shouted to Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Xiaoyuan, Uncle Li won the prize again!"

On his way to deliver goods, Li Sanjiang passed by the lottery site again, and it was the same team as last time.

The host stood on the stage holding a microphone, encouraging everyone's enthusiasm. He saw Li Sanjiang and his companions from a distance, and enthusiastically invited Li Sanjiang to come up, shouting:

"Friends, this is the old man who won our first prize last time, a luxury tour for five people to Yunnan!"

The host's original intention was to warm up the audience with ironclad facts, and then he took out a lottery ticket box and invited Li Sanjiang to draw another ticket for free.

Unable to refuse the kind offer, Li Sanjiang drew another one.

The host was dumbfounded when he scratched the ticket. It was another first prize, a luxury solo trip to Beijing.

Now, the warm-up was successful, and you organizers didn't even know how to find a replacement. The crowd below collectively shouted: "Shadow! Shade!"

Li Zhuiyuan took the lottery ticket from his great grandfather. If his great grandfather had won a luxury tour for five people like last time, it could almost be semi-explicitly considered that the waves were coming, but this time it was only a luxury single-person tour, which meant that it was his great grandfather's own good luck.

Another point is that the clue of Jiang Shui will not be pushed in the same direction twice in a row, so Xue Liangliang’s invitation should be an accident, or it can be understood as the cause and effect of Li Zhuiyuan himself leaving the river.

Therefore, the Beijing line can be ruled out for the time being, while the possibility of the Qiuzhuang line is constantly increasing. It depends on when Tan Wenbin will send back the preliminary investigation results.

Aunt Liu: “It’s time for dinner!”

Lin Shuyou seemed to have thought of something. He took out two puppets that he had carved while delivering goods from his pocket and put them in the small room.

It’s not that he didn’t carve carefully, but no matter how careful he was, his carving level would only be at this level.

"Wow!"

After seeing the lifelike statue of the White Crane Boy, Lin Shuyou couldn't help but marvel at Miss A'li's exquisite craftsmanship.

However, he didn't have time to appreciate it and ran out to have dinner immediately.

After he closed the door and left, the statue of the White Crane Boy began to tremble slightly.

The Yin gods can descend upon their own statues, and which specific statue they choose is entirely up to their will. This is one of the main reasons why many temples pursue the goal of making golden statues, in order to increase their appeal.

The statue of the White Crane Boy was shaking more and more violently; He was excited!

Not only was I excited by the carving, but I was also surprised by the materials used.

How is this crude? How is this simple? Which official or general in charge of a temple can afford to build a statue for himself using this kind of material?

The boy was so happy that he excitedly swayed from south to north on the altar in the empty little room, making a "baji, baji" sound.

On the way, he saw the two ugly generals Zeng and Sun, and deliberately knocked them down, then walked from west to east with a "clack clack".

Outside on the dam, everyone was having dinner.

Lin Shuyou said to Li Sanjiang, "Uncle Li, you can go to Beijing and the Forbidden City to have some fun this time."

Li Sanjiang stretched out his hand and scratched his head which he had washed with shampoo today, and said with a wrinkled face:

“I’m tired of the Forbidden City…”

(End of this chapter)