Corpse Recovery Diver

Back at the bungalow again, facing the cracked memorial tablets on the altar.

But this time when the boy turned around, he saw the girl, who had already stepped over the threshold herself.

She stood there, facing the distant silent thick fog.

The girl placed her hands behind her back.

In the early days, when facing them, she cried, evaded them. Ultimately she found she couldn't shake them off, so in the endless torment, curses, and intimidation, she learned to shut herself off.

Actually, she's still quite scared now.

The shadows accumulated over the years aren't lumps on her hands that can be excised and then heal; rather, the "illness" has long permeated into her blood and soul.

To some extent, she can only keep reducing the negative impact as much as possible, never completely eliminate it, because her life has twisted under its influence.

The boy is actually the same; even if he heals his illness, he cannot return to the past, cannot correct the abnormal childhood Li Lan gave him.

Her hands behind her back intertwined, fingers kneading incessantly.

But this was behind her.

Facing the thick fog, she raised her head.

There was wind outside, her bun remained dignified and steady, yet some strands at her temples were blowing.

Through her back, the boy saw her struggling strength and weakness at this moment.

At the same time, he could imagine the aura she gradually formed facing the thick fog.

There were no dramatic upheavals or sudden epiphanies slicing away the old self to reveal a whole new outlook; the girl had simply dealt with these things for too long—no one understands them better than her, the first party involved.

Alii's eyes show a hint of disdain.

Her lips curved slightly.

Along with her face held slightly higher than before.

She was imitating the boy.

In her paintings, the boy often appeared like this, for she liked his confidence and vigor.

Now, although she's only imitating a little, with just a simple facade, and her hands behind her were reddened from excessive gripping and rubbing.

But it was enough.

She carries the Qin surname, she is the sole bloodline of the Qin and Liu Families in this generation.

She only needs to display even a hint of this confidence to make those things in the fog recall the fear imposed upon them by the strong suppression of the Qin and Liu Families' Dragon King in their respective eras.

Beyond fear, there is also a sense of indignation.

Their curses and intimidation over the years hadn't broken the girl, have they become ridiculous, pitiful buffoons?

Conversely, helped this sole descendant towards mental temperance?

They truly turned grudge into benevolence, eager to assist!

No one initiated it first; simultaneously, the thick fog disappeared, ghostly wails and wolf howls erupted, curses and intimidations even stronger than before arrived!

Li Zhiyuan realized this wasn't a dream.

But he hadn't expected Alii to do such a thing.

Although Alii didn't know the whole story, she knew what the boy wanted.

The boy seemed to want them to make some noise, so she let them clamour.

Even though such clamouring was a painful torture for her, she didn't care.

Her original approach was simple apathy, sitting behind the threshold, their intimidation forming a habit over time, even reached a balance.

Yet from today, she actively showed a new attitude, even if it was feigned; it was still her initiative to break this balance.

This not only meant facing a stronger backlash but also potentially attracting those genuinely terrifying entities who originally disdained causing trouble here when she chose to stand up again.

They have come before; they would come to see her.

Each time their appearance caused her extended suffering.

They had no interest in a self-isolated descendant of the Qin Liu Family, but once she finally stood up, they felt a need and urge to destroy her.

Li Zhiyuan stepped over the threshold again. He did not ask Alii why she did such a foolish thing.

When Alii first took down the ancestral tablets for him and unearthed the wooden flower rolls, and he himself fished out Langhua from her dream, there was no need for them to follow such formalities anymore.

These are problems to be solved later, early or late outbreaks were inevitable.

Regardless of how noisy they are now, eventually they will be cleared and become utterly silent; those truly horrifying existences, even if they don't come anytime soon, they will seek him out once he gains fame in Zou Jiang.

Given it's a pot of water to be boiled dry, temporary fierce boilings don't matter.

But when Li Zhiyuan stepped out, the entities previously clamouring fiercely immediately quieted down.

They were unwilling to completely acquiesce, yet felt genuine fear, wished for a leader to emerge, without wanting to be that one themselves.

The dissipated thick fog silently rose again, like cowardly bullies encountering someone they couldn't provoke, forced back.

Li Zhiyuan had a new thought in his mind.

This time, he'd face not only the dream ghosts but also that hand; his ambition wasn't merely success of the fifth Langhua, but to make that hand pay dearly.

The imbalance in power was too great; steady progress wasn't rewarding enough, bringing in a single stream wasn't sufficient, at least he needed to muddy the waters.