Corpse Recovery Diver

Before the two elderly visitors left, they were very reluctant and kept saying they'd been a burden to everyone, inviting everyone to visit them if they had free time in the future.

In their lifetime, they had never stayed at someone else's house for so long.

Tan Yunlong took leave after the New Year and drove back to Nantong to enjoy his "retirement."

Tan Wenbin returned to his hometown in Shigang to accompany his parents, as his grandparents and the Yunyun family needed attention too.

After all, Tan Yunlong was officially the head of the Tan family, at least nominally.

So all activities had to center around Tan Yunlong.

Mr. Shan quieted down on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Aside from being eager at mealtime, he spent the rest of the time lying on a straw heap, sunbathing to pass the time.

He had no choice, his bullets were all gone, unable to return to the battlefield.

He was an old gambling addict, and when Run Sheng was young, following him meant going hungry quite often.

But he had a good habit: once he lost everything, he quieted down and never borrowed money to play.

So, while you could say he was hateful, he was indeed hateful.

Yet, to hate him to the point of gnashing your teeth, that was not quite the case.

Because the scariest thing about normal gambling addicts is their ability to raise and borrow money.

They can, after repeatedly slapping their own faces and swearing, steadfastly drag their entire family into a deep abyss.

However, after quieting down, Mr. Shan wasn't in a very good mood either.

Li Sanjiang had some idle chatter, moistening his lips by asking Mr. Shan why he had time today and why he wasn't the banker anymore.

Facing this old guy, Mr. Shan really had no temper; clearly, he was older than him, yet he was clearly already looking like a little old man, while this old guy remained rosy, full of vigor.

Before, he thought that the old guy's life must be good, but after all, he was doomed to be solitary, while he at least had Run Sheng accompanying him.

But unexpectedly, this old guy had lived a carefree life and, in his old age, even gained a Provincial Champion's great-grandchild.

Others slog through saving money for their sons to marry, then struggle further for their grandsons, all to carry on the family name. Meanwhile, he skipped all the ups and downs and got a direct addition to his household registration, as if someone fell from the sky.

When comparing oneself to others, it truly can drive one mad.

Mr. Shan felt that since meeting Li Sanjiang, he had been so aggravated his whole life, yet still living, was quite an achievement.

Liu Yumei was now truly becoming more involved in the life of a rural elderly woman.

Gossip is just a way to season life; if you indulge too much, even if the gossip basket hasn't reached the bottom, your teeth will start to ache from chewing too many sunflower seeds.

She simply set up a small card table at home; in Nantong, Mahjong wasn't popular, so she and Liu Jinxia, Mrs. Xue and the others played long cards.

Initially, when they didn't have enough people, they pulled Li Zhiyuan in to make up the numbers.

As the game went on, they stopped letting Li Zhiyuan join the table.

Playing cards, there must be wins and losses to be interesting; it turned into one person winning all the time, making the other three feel as if they were being taxed, which defeated the purpose.

The most important thing was, Liu Yumei understood that with Xiao Yuan's mind, he was capable of controlling the wins and losses quite naturally and perfectly.

But this kid just didn't do it.

Because, while playing cards, Alii would sit beside him, helping him count money and stack it high.

This kid was playing to make Alii happy, completely disregarding the feelings of the three elderly women.

Today, Li Zhiyuan, free from card playing, got Xiong Shan to drive him in a tricycle to Shigang.

Not to go shopping, but to visit a graveyard.

Finally, that Copper Coin had reached a point where it needed to be dealt with.

Previously, he was highly apprehensive about it and didn't dare to take it away; he could only bury it deeply on the spot.

Now, he was able to see it with a normal perspective.

Run Sheng and Yin Meng went to Xiting Town to repair Mr. Shan's dilapidated house walls and get some rice, flour, grains, and oil.

Lihua had to sit at the card table, playing cards with Liu Yumei.

The only manpower Li Zhiyuan could spare was Xiong Shan.

After being given a prior warning, Xiong Shan was very cautious while digging, sticking several Chenzhou Talismans on himself and the shovel for protection.

The Copper Coin was still buried at the spot and was dug out.

Li Zhiyuan signaled Xiong Shan to step away; he then rolled up his sleeves and began to wave his hands around, altering and guiding the Feng Shui layout.

Standing in the distance, Xiong Shan watched this scene, swallowing hard.

The young man had said before he didn't know how to use talismans, and he hadn't believed him. Now, seeing this, indeed… someone who can manually adjust the Feng Shui formation without a talisman paper, how can he not use talismans?

This was truly a master of talisman arts, drawing talismans directly in the void without needing a talisman paper as a medium.

Li Zhiyuan wasn't in the mood to care what Xiong Shan was thinking; his full attention was on that Copper Coin.

From a sinister perspective, this Copper Coin was far less than his dying "evil book."

Yet its power was much more direct.

It had no interest in controlling your mind, but rather focused solely on transforming your body.

At the place of excavation, several different-sized lingzhi mushrooms were also found.

They should've been transformed by the underground worms or mice, evident from their color and hair.

But this kind of lingzhi mushroom not only lacks any nourishing effect, consuming them would lead to severe bodily issues.

Once the Feng Shui layout was adjusted, Li Zhiyuan took out an array flag and started arranging an array.

After the array was set up, Li Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, it was the critical moment.

Whether he could convert the Copper Coin for his own use depended on whether the seal could be perfectly applied.