Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 43

Li Zhuiyuan held up the black book and waved it in the direction of the fish pond.

Although I don’t know whether it can “see” me or not, I have to do my best to express my intention.

Now, there are a lot of things and miscellaneous matters at hand, and I have to deal with them one by one.

"Brother Runsheng, come and get the things."

"okay."

Runsheng came over, picked up all the things, weighed them, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The battle flag is fine, but this set of corpse-retrieving equipment is his most beloved treasure. When he woke up today, he didn't dare to think about it. It hurts his heart to think about it.

"Xiao Yuan, where are they?"

"Go home."

"What about us now?"

"It's home too."

After returning home, Li Zhuiyuan went straight up to the second floor and walked into his room.

There were many books neatly stacked on the desk. Li Zhuiyuan took out one book each from the six sets of books, namely, "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu", "Records of Subduing Demons by the Right Path", "Explanation of Yin-Yang Physiognomy", "Theory of Deducing Fate", "Liu's Secret of Watching Qi" and "Qin's Method of Watching Dragons".

Then find a blank spot on the edge of the page, pick up a carving knife, and cut off a strip as wide as your thumb, for a total of six strips.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the black book he had just received and cut out a strip.

I found a piece of white paper and wrapped the seven strips in order, then found a black plastic bag and put the gold ingot in it.

Carrying these things, I went downstairs and came to the east room.

Liu Yumei had just finished taking a shower and was sitting next to the coffee table, her silver-white hair damp.

Seeing the boy coming, she pointed to the closed door and said, "Ari is taking a bath."

"Grandma Liu, I'm here to see you."

"Oh? Then make some tea."

Li Zhuiyuan put his things away and started making tea.

"Xiaoyuan, grandma, I really like watching you make tea."

"It's my pleasure."

After the two of them each took a sip from their teacups, Li Zhuiyuan put down his cup and took out the paper bag:
"Grandma Liu, I know you are an expert in paper and cloth. I have some notes here. Can you help me take a look?"

Liu Yumei's biggest hobby is designing clothes for A'li. She is often seen drawing with a brush. Although she is only drawing clothes, her attention to details can reveal a unique charm, which is in no way inferior to the retired art masters in the family compound.

If nothing unexpected happens, Aunt Liu's painting skills should be learned from her. Moreover, A'li's painting foundation is also very solid.

Such great painters are often very knowledgeable about paper materials.

"Okay, let me show you."

Li Zhuiyuan first took out two pieces of paper and placed them in front of Liu Yumei. They were from "A Detailed Explanation of Yin and Yang Physiognomy" and "Theory of Deducing Fate".

Liu Yumei reached out and touched the two pieces of paper, and asked, "Do you want to know what material and method it was made of, or do you want to know the era?"

"Era."

"I see you know something about antiques. Why can't you tell the age of the ancient book?"

"Grandma, you're joking. I just saw it a lot before, but I don't really understand it."

"Yes, ancient books are a relatively small branch of the antique business."

Li Zhuiyuan waited quietly for the answer.

"These two are from the Republic of China."

"Republic of China?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the words written on it should be neat and small, suitable for recording and filling."

"You have a poisonous eye."

Li Zhuiyuan took out the notes of "Qin's Method of Watching Dragons" and "Liu's Method of Watching Qi" and placed them on the table.

There were no words on it, so there was no need to worry about Liu Yumei being able to tell what kind of book it was. Of course, even if the words were cut out, she probably wouldn't be able to understand it.

In these two books, the characters become more freehand and uglier as the writing progresses. In the beginning, Li Zhuiyuan could still guess what the characters were by considering the context, but towards the end, it was as if he had become familiar with the special symbols created by the writer and began to understand them.

Of course, these ugly characters have deep meaning. It can even be said that it is precisely because of these ugly characters that the value of this "pirated version" is far superior to the original.

Liu Yumei picked up the two pieces of paper, rubbed them lightly, and put them to her nose to smell them. Then she put them down and said, "They are from the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"I see."

"If you bring me the part with words, I can tell the exact era."

"Then I'll go get the book now?"

Liu Yumei shook her head: "No need."

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, as if he already knew the answer.

Next, he placed the three notes from "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu", "Records of Subduing Demons by the Righteous Way" and the black-covered book on top.

In fact, the three books he mainly wanted Liu Yumei to read were these.

Li Zhuiyuan was being modest earlier. He could tell the approximate ages of the four books.

However, he could not figure out the age of Wei Zhengdao's book. He could only assume that it was from the Ming or Qing Dynasty based on its quality and preservation status.

But now the problem is, the one in the fish pond is from the Six Dynasties period, almost 1,500 years ago.

The handwriting in the black book he gave himself was exactly the same as Wei Zhengdao's.

Li Zhuiyuan was able to tell whether the handwriting in the book was written by the author himself or deliberately imitated by later generations when copying it.

Because whether it is "Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu" or "Records of Subduing Demons by the Right Path", there is a sense of "self-satisfaction" revealed between the lines.

The Black Book also has this point.

This also means that the three sets of Wei Zhengdao's books in his hands are not handwritten copies by later generations, but original versions.

But if we extend the time span to 1,500 years ago, the preservation of this original book is indeed too amazing.

Liu Yumei just glanced at the three slips of paper casually at first, then her expression froze, and she immediately reached out her hand to grab the three slips of paper and asked:

"What book is this from?"

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "Do you really want me to answer?"

"Forget it, no need to answer." Liu Yumei loosened her hands, and the three notes slowly fell down. She picked up the teapot again and washed her hands with hot tea despite the heat.

Li Zhuiyuan asked curiously, "Grandma, what era are these three pieces of paper from?"

“Oh, this is not paper.”

"That is……"

"It's human skin."

Li Zhuiyuan blinked: "Human skin?"

"Have you heard of the art of making paper from human skin?"

"No."

"That's right. As long as you are willing to spend enough money, there are many ways to preserve books for a long time. Using human skin as raw material is the most time-consuming, laborious and thankless. Only some special professions will use human skin paper to write things."

"I understand."

"Do you really understand? Then do you know which era these three pieces of human skin paper are from?"

"After the Eastern Han Dynasty and before the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"

"I can give you a very specific date."

"You say."

"Nanliang."

"Grandma, please tell me more specifically."

"Emperor Wu of Liang, Xiao Yan, once used 3,000 human skins to make paper and copied Buddhist scriptures in order to worship the true Buddha.

However, before this batch of paper could be used much, Hou Jing rebelled, and this batch of paper was circulated outside the palace and became known as Buddha skin paper.

These three books of yours were written on this Buddha parchment paper."

"He makes paper from human skin. Isn't he famous for his belief in Buddhism?"

"What's so strange about this? When an emperor worships Buddha and seeks enlightenment, it's not out of compassion or to save all living beings. It's just to seek immortality so that he can continue to enjoy glory.

Isn't it the same with the Taoist emperor of the Ming Dynasty?

This kind of emperor does not love the country or beauties, he only loves himself and is very selfish at heart.

So, how could I really care about human life?"

"Been taught a lesson."

"This book and this paper, if well preserved, can be considered antiques. It seems that your great grandfather really has a lot of good things hidden in his basement."

"Did you know that there were books in the grandfather's basement?"

"He himself said that during the Four Olds Campaign, several groups of people deposited their belongings with him, saying that someone would come to take them away later. But until now, no one has come to take them away."

“Who deposited it?”

"I haven't even read those books, how can I know who they are? Besides, I'm presbyopic now, so it's not suitable for me to read books."

"That's a shame. I think there are a few books that are quite interesting."

"When A-Li recovers, you can read it to me, your grandma."

"If you can't read it, you'll have to read it yourself."

"Is there anything else you want?"

"Yes." Li Zhuiyuan opened the black plastic bag, took out the gold ingot and placed it in front of Liu Yumei.

"You kid, have you gone to be a water monkey?"

"No, I don't dare."

"This is Hades gold, used for burial."

"It's gold."

"Why, do you want to exchange money with me?"

"Yes."

"Hehehe." Liu Yumei covered her mouth and laughed out loud, "You little brat, do you think this place is a pawnshop?"

"Reasonable trading, no involvement with other things."

The main thing is that it only left a gold ingot, which was the money for renting land and planting trees. If it was given directly to the grandfather, it would be difficult to explain and it would be troublesome to exchange it for money.

After all, the grandfather only needs to go to the village to pay money and sign, so Li Zhuiyuan has a lot more things to consider.

"Okay, how heavy is this?"

"No."

Liu Yumei picked up the gold ingot, weighed it in her hand, and asked, "I'll give it to you based on the current gold price?"

"Okay. But this is a complete gold ingot."

"Hehe, kid, grandma will give you 10% bonus."

"Thank you grandma."

This is also the advantage of exchanging it with Liu Yumei. If you go to a store outside and have it cut open, the quality will be ruined.

"Ating."

"I'm coming." Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen, lowered her head to Liu Yumei's ear and listened to her instructions. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to the bank now."

Liu Yumei looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, "I can give it to you tonight."

"Okay, grandma."

"You haven't explained clearly what happened last night."

“It’s hard to explain, but it’s solved.”

"That's good." Liu Yumei turned slightly to the side and looked at the boy, "You don't look well."

"Maybe I didn't get enough rest."

"No, it's like I slept too much. You should be careful. Sleeping too much is not good for people. It makes you confused and can't tell whether it's reality or a dream."

At this time, the door of the east room opened and A'li stood at the door.

Some of the words and phrases of the ancients always seem exaggerated, but when you actually see them in reality you will find that the description is so apt, such as the phrase "natural and unpretentious".

I'm used to seeing A'li dressed up, and now she looks especially beautiful and delicate after just taking a shower.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled. With her around, how could he not distinguish between dreams and reality?

Liu Yumei suddenly said, "When I was young, I was as pretty as A-Li."

Li Zhuiyuan continued, "Did your grandfather fall in love with you when you were ten years old?"

"Boy, you deserve a beating." Liu Yumei stretched out her hand to hit Li Zhuiyuan, but Li Zhuiyuan dodged.

A'li came over, and Liu Yumei stood up, ready to help her granddaughter dress up and comb her hair.

Unexpectedly, her granddaughter followed the boy directly into the main house and went upstairs.

For a moment, Liu Yumei felt a little embarrassed, but since she was already standing, she might as well stretch.

"Hey, you're exercising so late at night?"

Li Sanjiang and Tan Wenbin came back pushing an empty cart. They had just delivered tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks to someone.

Liu Yumei: "My arms and legs are old now, so I need to move more."

"I need to move more. The mule at home is sick, and I feel really tired after making each trip." Li Sanjiang walked to the chair and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it. He needed to relax.

Tan Wenbin asked, "Is Xiaoyuan back?"

"I'm back. I just went upstairs."

"Okay, grandma."

Tan Wenbin didn't go upstairs to find Xiaoyuan, but ran to the workshop.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong aroma of meat.

"Hey, Runsheng, you are so mean. You actually secretly grilled meat here."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a piece from the stove and put it directly into his mouth without even blowing it.

“Wow…it’s so hot…it’s so hot!”

Runsheng: “…”

"It's crispy, not bad. Are you roasting pork skin? Why don't you prepare some dipping sauce? If there's no chili, some salt will do."

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious. The meat is quite fresh."

"Would you like some more?"

"Nonsense, of course."

"Come on, whichever piece you want to eat, I'll cut it for you."

Runsheng put out the two leather jackets on the table, and they looked "lifelike".

He was just destroying it according to Xiaoyuan's instructions, but Tan Wenbin came in and started eating it without him even having time to remind him.

Tan Wenbin saw two thin men lying on the table.

His expression was blank for a full half minute, but his mouth was still chewing numbly.

Finally, he lowered his head and spit out what was in his mouth, covering his neck:

"vomit!!!"

"The toilet is next door, go there and throw up."

Binbin remained unmoved and continued to dry-retch by squatting on the ground.

Runsheng didn't want him to make the place dirty, so he simply picked up Binbin, sent him to the toilet, and let him hold the dragon chair and vomit loudly.

After returning to the workshop, Runsheng cut all the remaining leather jackets and put them into the furnace in batches.

It was destroyed, but the stove also had to be cleaned afterwards, otherwise it would be filled with oil.

Tan Wenbin came back with a pale face. He looked at the empty case and asked, "I was hallucinating just now, right?"

"It's nothing, just dirty meat."

"No, you really want to eat this?"

Runsheng shook his head: "I don't want to eat."

"Huh..." Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.

"This meat is not dirty enough and is not marinated well."

Tan Wenbin sat down, stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, saying: "I always feel that you are lying to me."

"What did you lie to?"

"From the beginning to the end, it was like a sitcom. I was thrown away at the critical moment. I have never seen a dead body fall down by itself."

"Just think of it as a lie."

"But it doesn't seem like it. Xiaoyuan wouldn't lie to me about something like this."

Runsheng reached out and touched Tan Wenbin's forehead, and asked with concern: "Are you suffering from food poisoning?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head in grievance. He had seen Li Zhuiyuan speaking out the answers to math problems while listening to him. For a high school senior, this scene was even more magical than seeing a moving corpse. "Runsheng, can you tell me what happened last night? Xiaoyuan asked me to ask you."

Runsheng nodded and told him what happened last night and today.

After hearing this, Tan Wenbin's face turned even paler.

"So, those two water monkeys I met today were actually possessed by the dead?"

"Do you still need to ask? You just ate the skin."

"Don't mention that. I've forgotten about it."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"No, there's nothing left." Tan Wenbin stood up tremblingly and walked out with staggering steps.

"where are you going?"

"Go to the store and call my dad to pick me up."

Tan Wenbin walked to the dam, squatted down, took out a cigarette with trembling hands and put it in his mouth, but he struck the match many times but failed to produce a spark.

He was just joking just now, how could he possibly call his dad to pick him up? If he didn't die this time, there would always be a chance next time.

This feeling is like someone who likes spicy food but can't eat it. It's very spicy and painful, but he can't help but want to keep trying.

"Crack!"

The fire was lit, and Tan Wenbin immediately bent over to light it.

With a roar, a police three-wheeled motorcycle drove onto the dam.

Tan Wenbin raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Tan Yunlong.

"Come on."

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Tan Yunlong got out of the police car, walked over, and gave him a fatherly kick.

"boom!"

Tan Wenbin was kicked to the ground, the dam was flat, and he rolled several times.

"Did I put you here so you can smoke? I think you don't know any rules at all!"

Tan Wenbin retorted: "Dad, you are also using the bus for personal purposes."

"Heh." Tan Yunlong began to unbuckle his belt.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Li Sanjiang came out and held Tan Yunlong. "Don't hit me all the time. What if I get hurt?"

"Uncle, this guy was just squatting here smoking!"

"Hey, I just pulled it out for the kid, I was just teasing him, the kid doesn't know how to hit him, if you want to hit him, hit me."

"Uncle, you can't protect him like this. If the child is spoiled too much, he will not learn good things."

"I spoil my little Yuan Hou. I think he's a good guy."

"Can that be the same?"

"We are all children, what's the difference?"

“I dreamed of something different.”

"Come, sit down, and stay for dinner tonight."

"No, sir. I'm here on business. There was a theatre troupe that had a car accident in Pingchao Town at noon. The car broke through the guardrail when crossing the bridge and fell into the river."

"Which troupe?"

"We were performing at Siyuan Village yesterday."

"Oh, this family, where are the people, how are they?"

"All dead."

"Hiss...how could this happen?"

"It was just a simple car accident, but too many people died. I came here for routine visits and inquiries. I hope nothing happened during the performance yesterday, such as quarrels or fights that led to conflicts."

"No, no, they performed very well yesterday. I guess they didn't sleep all night and were driving tired."

"Well, this group of people has a special identity. They are a troupe from other provinces."

"I guess it's hard to find work in other provinces, so I came here to look for work. What a pity."

"Okay, that's it, sir. Binbin is here. Sorry to trouble you."

"It's no trouble. This kid is very nice and helps me with my work. Actually, he has a good character. I can see that."

"It's just that his academic performance is not good. He doesn't focus on his homework and just wants to play all day long."

"Aren't all children like this? My little Yuanhou is the same, he loves to play and has no interest in studying."

Tan Yunlong: “…”

"Uncle, don't you know your Xiaoyuan's academic performance?"

"It's all thanks to your help, otherwise I would still be worrying about whether he can go to school."

"Didn't Xiaoyuan tell you?"

"Yes, he said you can help run it."

"This is what I should do. How can I let my children go without education during the nine years of compulsory education?"

Since the old man didn't know, Tan Yunlong wouldn't explain too much.

"You should stay for dinner."

"No, no, I'm leaving."

After saying goodbye to Li Sanjiang, Tan Yunlong got on his motorcycle and left.

After seeing his father leave, Tan Wenbin got up from the ground and brushed the dust off his body.

Li Sanjiang pulled out a cigarette and handed it over: "Do you still dare to smoke?"

"Why don't you dare!"

"Snapped!"

Li Sanjiang gave Tan Wenbin a hard blow.

Tan Wenbin covered his head and said aggrievedly, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Don't hate your dad. He's doing this for your own good. When you grow up, he'll help you get rid of the cigarettes."

"Hey..." Thinking of this scene, Tan Wenbin couldn't help but smile, "That would be great."

"Ci Na Kangzi, you won't be able to smile when your father hands you a cigarette for the first time."

……

Li Zhuiyuan was not in a hurry to read the book, but sat in the house and played chess with A'li.

The boy enjoyed the process of losing handfuls of jackpot one after another, as it helped to calm his anxious mood.

He knew he had a bad habit of thinking too much, but in front of girls, he would be very quiet.

Aunt Liu came up and knocked on the door. Li Zhuiyuan walked out and took a bag from her, which contained money.

"Thank you Aunt Liu."

"Come down for dinner."

"Ok."

Because Aunt Liu went to the bank, dinner was simpler, just noodles and two toppings, but it was also delicious.

"Hey, Zhuangzhuang, why don't you have an appetite tonight?"

"I ate too much at noon."

"I thought your dad kicked you in the stomach."

"Not really. He's very accurate with his feet."

"Zhuangzhuang, will you be a policeman in the future?"

"I don't."

“It’s so nice to be a policeman.”

"My grandfather said that being a policeman is fine, but if the word 'people' wasn't in front of the title, it would be much more tiring and the burden would be much heavier."

"That's how wise he is."

"Um, are you talking about my grandpa?"

"He's your grandfather too."

Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked, "Xiaoyuan, which university are you going to apply to?"

“Haihe University.”

"Okay, I'll take the exam there too, and I'll go to school with you to register."

"Clap!"

Li Sanjiang tapped Tan Wenbin on the head with the end of his chopsticks:

"What bullshit are you talking about? If you go to report with our little Yuanhou, you will have to repeat the grade for many years!"

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Ah Li's movements of eating noodles became very natural, and he no longer sought to eat noodles of equal length each time.

When she finished eating, Li Zhuiyuan asked, "Do you want more?"

Ali shook her head.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the handkerchief and she leaned forward.

After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhuiyuan folded the handkerchief and wiped himself with it.

Seeing that the girl was staring at the handkerchief, the boy deliberately put it in his pocket.

The girl seemed to pout.

After dinner, Li Zhuiyuan coaxed A'li back to the house to sleep. When he returned to the main house, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin sitting in front of the TV together. There were rattan and wooden strips in front of them. They were watching TV while making paper-folding.

Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin's movements were very skillful. If you didn't know him, you would think his family was also an inherited paper-making shop.

"Brother Binbin."

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyuan."

"Don't you read your homework?"

"I brought all the homework. I've written the composition myself. As for the rest, you can help me write them before I go back."

"If you do this, your parents won't let you come here anymore."

"Don't worry, the worse my grades are, the more likely they are to put me here."

"That makes sense."

"Hehe, after all, tying me up in the Confucian Temple won't work as well as leaving me here."

"Is it easy to get into Haihe University?"

"Brother Xiaoyuan, are you reminding me to study hard?"

"Just asking."

"You do not know?"

"do not know."

"Oh, yes. All universities in China are the same in your eyes. With my current grades, the chances of my success in getting into Haihe University are as high as the chances of every household having a color TV in the future."

"Then you should be able to pass the exam. One of my brothers said so."

Coming to the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan began to do horse stance while breathing.

After practice, he took a shower and went back to the house.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the black book in his hands.

He knew that he would definitely learn it.

Because he is young now, and as Liu Yumei said, it is not appropriate to practice hard kung fu before the bones have grown, but he cannot accept his own helplessness when faced with crises again and again.

Although, the crisis he encountered recently was a bit outrageous. Zhao Kuo was studying at home, but he met Bai Qi when he went out.

But... you have to learn some non-physical methods to deal with death directly.

Giving the book to itself was an open conspiracy.

However, the final result may not be what it wants to see.

Putting the book under the pillow, Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed, walked to the closet, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Does it feel strange?

But when I looked at myself in the mirror very early on, I felt very strange.

Dirty and distorted emotions?
How I wish I had the emotions to allow them to be polluted.

You said I look like Wei Zhengdao, so is there a possibility...

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on the mirror, and the self in the mirror became blurred, as if he had turned into another stranger. Of course, this was just Li Zhuiyuan's own imagination.

"Wei Zhengdao, do you have the same disease as me and Li Lan?"

……

I went to bed early and got up early. When I woke up, it was still dark. I looked sideways and it was not time for the girl to come yet.

After getting up and washing, I picked up the black book and walked to the terrace. I saw the door of the east room was opened and A'li, wearing a white top and a horse-faced skirt, walked out.

She raised her head and looked at the boy standing upstairs.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled and waved to her.

Although it was not yet dawn, his sun had already risen.

The girl sat beside him, and Li Zhuiyuan began to formally flip through the black book.

Familiar handwriting, familiar feeling of self-satisfaction.

It seems that because it is written for friends, this feeling is even stronger, and there is a joy of sharing my good things with good friends.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that it might have hated the wrong person.

Wei Zhengdao might really be teaching him this method purely, but some methods are not suitable for everyone.

After reading on, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed his guess.

The first article is about Yin control.

Part 2: Consciousness integration.

Part Three: Guiding Cognition.

Chapter 4: Complete the control.

This book is not thick and does not contain much content. It only talks about methods. If you want to learn it, you just need to follow its instructions.

But it is very difficult. Just controlling the Yin movement is not something that everyone can master.

It seems that it is really a genius. It actually learned it and controlled so many dead bodies.

Besides, this book is pretty damning.

It treats the dead as an "animal", establishes contact through the Yin method, then integrates into its consciousness, reads its memories before death, and finally, induces and manipulates its behavior like hypnosis and deception.

It's very much like... taming animals.

Perhaps, in a serious book, one has to put on airs and write over and over again "destroyed by righteousness."

But in the notes I wrote to my friends, I let go and expressed my true thoughts.

Wei Zhengdao, ah, Wei Zhengdao, you can even come up with such a method, how can that be called righteousness?

For Li Zhuiyuan, the first step was not difficult, nor were the third and fourth steps. He could already control the Yin-yang technique, and he also knew how to hypnotize and seduce. After all, he had extensive experience in being studied by a psychologist.

It was this second step that he had no idea about yet.

Wei Zhengdao's description was so mysterious that Li Zhuiyuan had to try to "translate" it into modern meaning in order to understand it.

It's like a frequency, similar to that of a radio, which creates a resonance between oneself and death.

Can it be understood this way?
How to control this frequency?

Li Zhuiyuan leaned back on the rattan chair, covered his face with the book and closed his eyes.

He wanted to find the feeling, so he first found a state that was neither asleep nor half asleep, and then walked in the Yin direction.

Beside him, the girl saw the boy lying down, so she lay down too.

In the morning light, the boy and the girl lay side by side on rattan chairs, but the girl was lying sideways, looking at the boy's face.

Li Zhuiyuan found that feeling, as if he had succeeded in walking in the underworld. He slowly opened his eyes, but everything around him was foggy and he couldn't see anything.

According to the contents of the book, Li Zhuiyuan began to try to control his own consciousness to tremble. This was what he understood as... frequency.

In reality, the boy lying on the rattan chair began to twitch his eyelashes rapidly.

Ahri noticed it, she reached out to touch him, but pulled her hand back halfway, and then she closed her eyes.

There was no change in the foggy surroundings.

Li Zhuiyuan finally realized a big problem, that is, he didn't even have a test subject, so what was he trying to do here?
But what can I do? Should I ask Brother Runsheng to go out with me and tie a dead one and bring it back for experiment?
But at this moment, the surrounding images began to shake faster and faster, as if some powerful band was actively responding to itself.

The fog in front of him began to recede, and Li Zhuiyuan saw a girl sitting in the middle of the darkness with her knees hugged in front of her.

Forehead,
This is myself,

Can you sense Ari?

(End of this chapter)