Corpse Recovery Diver

The consciousness of a person is like a house. Some appear towering but are inherently frail; some are golden on the outside but decayed within; some are simple yet tenacious.

The Dream Ghost's task is to destroy this house and build a temple for itself, turning it into its puppet.

It succeeded.

But what it didn't anticipate was that some people have deep foundations underground in addition to their above-ground house.

From a cold, rational perspective, you could even say... he was already someone else's puppet.

No matter how you change the architecture above, his foundational logic remains unchanged.

When the two conflict, naturally, the house on top doesn't stay intact while the foundation collapses first.

Run Sheng used to listen most to Mr. Shan.

Mr. Shan told him: You must listen to the words of the wise.

Since the first time he met Xiao Yuan at Mr. Li's house, Run Sheng knew that although this boy was younger than him, he was very intelligent.

On the second-floor balcony, the boy was sitting with a girl, reading books and playing chess. Run Sheng wanted to approach, but he seemed uneasy and awkward.

A small part of it was because his clothing was somewhat shabby and casual, while those two children were very refined.

The fundamental reason was that he could feel the insight and wisdom emanating from their eyes.

Run Sheng was a very simple person, so simple that complex matters could be condensed into a few words or a sentence in his eyes.

Later, Mr. Shan told Run Sheng: You should listen to Xiao Yuan.

So Run Sheng began listening to Xiao Yuan.

He genuinely didn't believe his own brain was of any use, especially when there was someone by his side with a better mind.

He didn't care about having his own thoughts, an independent soul, or his own thinking. These outwardly correct statements he couldn't be bothered with.

He simply knew that while Xiao Yuan was bright, he hadn't yet grown up, and his own strength and health allowed him to carry Xiao Yuan, aligning the boy's head with his own.

Puppet is a derogatory word, but what if the person is genuinely willing?

What Li Zhiyuan couldn't believe was this point because without memories of the "future," he didn't know how much he trusted the big man in the present.

At any time, this big man would instinctively walk ahead of him.

Perhaps not having "memories" isn't entirely a bad thing; at least it can filter out some of the most pure things.

Li Zhiyuan climbed onto Run Sheng's back.

The big man's body was sticky with blood, and there were cracks everywhere.

The intense suppression after the full opening of his valves, coupled with breaking the shackles of the Dream Ghost puppet, left Run Sheng undergoing physical and mental torture that ordinary people couldn't endure.

But he still steadily carried the boy.

No resistance, no opposition.

Li Zhiyuan easily led him out of this dream.

Amusement park.

Everyone gathered together.

Aside from that vague figure, there were five people in total.

Everyone was familiar and felt a sense of closeness, yet no one knew each other or even what each other's names were.

The sky above the amusement park began to crack.

This meant that this dream could not hold much longer.

It was time to leave.

Li Zhiyuan stood and left the core of the Array, walking towards the figure.

The figure turned and walked forward, with Li Zhiyuan following behind.

"Actually, we could skip this farewell part, because what we say now won't be remembered, and thus won't have any value."

Li Zhiyuan: "If people only spoke valuable words, then most of the world would turn mute."

"So shall we just go through this process?"

"The necessary form itself is also meaningful."

"Ha, your way of speaking now reminds me of my younger days when I would have to find a way down for myself, looking for self-consistency whenever I wanted to do something pointless.

We are smarter than ordinary people, but at the same time, we are also more foolish than them.

Things that others are born knowing, we have to tentatively explore and imitate, learning to crawl and walk, while running is a dream we dare not think of."

The figure spoke while Li Zhiyuan listened.

The two, one large and one small, passed the bumper car area, but the figure changed direction, not really going there, instead arriving at the adjacent carousel.

The figure naturally pushed open the fence, found a cute little white horse, and sat on it, with a rainbow ribbon hanging underneath.

Li Zhiyuan stood watching.

The figure urged, "Hey, have you found your self-consistency yet?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded.

"Then hop on."

Li Zhiyuan chose a penguin and sat on it.

The machine started, lights flashed, children's songs played, and the two of them, along with their "mounts," began to rise and fall rhythmically in circles.

"Am I considered an elder?"

"In terms of illness age, yes."

"Then I'll pose a bit and say some elder's nonsense, and you just listen; it won't reach your heart anyway."

"Alright."

"Not much to say, just over ten thousand things."

"Alright."

"The first, is that statement already repeated several times: Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs. You can cooperate with it, oppose it, even have mutual sympathy with it.

But never truly believe it has feelings.

To make an inappropriate analogy, such people exist in reality, and you can easily find examples.