Chapter 43

Li Zhuiyuan, holding the black-skinned book, waved towards the fish pond.

Although he didn’t know if it could “see,” he had to make his intentions clear.

Now, he had many tasks at hand and miscellaneous thoughts to handle, and he needed to address them one by one.

“Runsheng brother, come take these.”

“Okay.”

Runsheng walked over and picked up all the items. He weighed them, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The array flag was one thing, but this set of corpse salvaging tools was his most prized possession. When he woke up today, he didn’t even dare to think about it, as the thought would immediately cause him heartache.

“Xiao Yuan, where are they?”

“They went home.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Go home too.”

Upon returning home, Li Zhuiyuan went straight up to the second floor and entered his room.

On his desk, many books were neatly piled. Li Zhuiyuan selected one from each of the following six sets: *Jianghu Strange Records*, *Orthodox Demon Subjugation Records*, *Yin Yang Physiognomy Essentials*, *Fate Pattern Deduction Theory*, *Liu Clan Qi Observation Art*, and *Qin Clan Dragon Viewing Method*.

Then, he searched the edges of the book pages for blank areas, picked up an engraving knife, and cut a strip about the width of a thumb from each, yielding a total of six strips.

After a moment of hesitation, he opened the newly acquired black-skinned book and cut off another strip.

He found a sheet of white paper and wrapped the seven strips according to their order. Then, he found a black plastic bag and put the gold ingot inside.

Carrying these items, he walked downstairs and entered the east room.

Liu Yumei had just finished bathing and was sitting by the tea table, moisture in her silver-white hair.

Seeing the young man approach, she pointed to the closed door of the room inside and said, “A Li is bathing.”

“Grandma Liu, I’ve come to see you.”

“Oh? Then make some tea.”

Li Zhuiyuan set the items down and began to make tea.

“Xiao Yuan, Grandma I really like watching you make tea.”

“It’s my honor.”

After both of them had taken a sip of tea, Li Zhuiyuan put down his cup and took out the paper package:

“Grandma Liu, I know you’re an expert in paper and cloth. I have some paper strips here; could you help me take a look?”

Liu Yumei’s greatest daily interest and hobby was designing clothes for A Li. She was often seen sketching with a brush. Although she only drew clothes, the details she captured had a unique charm, no less skillful than the retired art academy masters in the family courtyard.

Without a doubt, Aunt Liu’s painting foundation must have been learned from her, and A Li’s painting foundation was equally deep.

This kind of painting master often had research into paper materials.

“Okay, let me see.”

Li Zhuiyuan first took out two paper strips, placed them in front of Liu Yumei, from *Yin Yang Physiognomy Essentials* and *Fate Pattern Deduction Theory*.

Liu Yumei reached out and touched the two paper strips, asking, “Do you want to know the material and method used to make them, or do you want to know the era?”

“The era.”

“I see you know a bit about antiques, young man. How is it? Can’t you tell the era of ancient books?”

“Grandma, you’re joking. I’ve just seen a lot before; I don’t actually understand.”

“Well, ancient books are a relatively small branch in the antiques field.”

Li Zhuiyuan waited quietly for the answer.

“These two are from the Republic of China.”

“The Republic of China?”

“If I’m not mistaken, the characters written on them should be neat and small, suitable for record-keeping.”

“Your eyes are sharp.”

Li Zhuiyuan took out the paper strips from *Qin Clan Dragon Viewing Method* and *Liu Clan Qi Observation Art* and placed them on top.

There were no characters on them, so he wasn’t worried that Liu Yumei would know which book they were from. Of course, even if he had cut them with characters, she probably wouldn’t have understood.

These two books were written towards the end, with more freehand and uglier characters. At first, Li Zhuiyuan could still guess the meaning based on the context, but towards the end, it became a bit like a writer who was familiar with them creating special symbols that they started to understand.

Of course, these ugly characters originally had a deep meaning. One could even say that it was precisely because of these ugly characters that the value of this “pirated copy” far surpassed the original.

Liu Yumei picked up the two pieces of paper, gently rubbed them, and smelled them, then put them down and said, “Ming Qing.”

“So that’s how it is.”

“Young man, if you had brought the parts with characters, I could have told you a more specific era.”

“Shall I go get the books then?”

Liu Yumei shook her head, “No need.”

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, as if he had already known this answer.

Next, he placed the three paper strips from *Jianghu Strange Records*, *Orthodox Demon Subjugation Records*, and the black-covered book.

In fact, he mainly wanted to ask Liu Yumei about these three.

Li Zhuiyuan had been modest before; he could tell the approximate era of the other four books.

But he was always unclear about the era of Wei Zhengdao’s books, only tentatively thinking they were from the Ming Qing period based on the book quality and preservation state.

But now the problem arose: the one in the fish pond was a person from the Six Dynasties period, almost fifteen hundred years ago.

It had given him this black-skinned book, and the characters inside were exactly the same as Wei Zhengdao’s.

Li Zhuiyuan could distinguish whether the characters in the book were personally written or deliberately imitated by later copyists.

Because both *Jianghu Strange Records* and *Orthodox Demon Subjugation Records* had a kind of “self-satisfied” revelation between the lines of the characters.

This point was also present in the black-skinned book.

This meant that the three sets of Wei Zhengdao’s books in his possession were not later handwritten copies, but originals.

But if the time span was suddenly pulled back to fifteen hundred years ago, the degree of preservation of the original book was inevitably shockingly good.

Liu Yumei initially just casually glanced at the three paper strips, but her expression immediately froze. She instantly reached out and grabbed the three paper strips, asking, “What book are these from?”

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

“Forget it, no need to answer.” Liu Yumei loosened her grip, and the three paper strips slowly fell. She picked up the teapot again and, regardless of the heat, washed her hands with hot tea.

Li Zhuiyuan curiously asked, “Grandma, what era paper are these three?”

“Heh, this isn’t paper.”

“Then…”

“It’s human skin.”

Li Zhuiyuan blinked, “Human skin?”

“Have you heard of the human skin papermaking technique?”

“No.”

“That’s right. As long as you’re willing to pay a high enough price, there are many ways to preserve books for a long time. Using human skin as raw material is the most time-consuming, labor-intensive, and not cost-effective. Only in some special ways will human skin paper be used to write things.”

“I understand.”

“Do you really understand? Then do you know which era these three human skin papers are from?”

“After the Eastern Han, before the Sui and Tang?”

“I can give you a more specific era.”

“Tell me.”

“Southern Liang.”

“Grandma, tell me more specifically.”

“Emperor Wu of Liang, Xiao Yan, once used three thousand human skins to make paper and copied Buddhist scriptures to seek the true Buddha.

But this batch of paper hadn’t been used much when Hou Jing rebelled. This batch of paper also spread out from the palace, called Buddha skin paper.

These three books of yours were written using this Buddha skin paper.”

“He used human skin to make paper. Wasn’t he very famous for believing in Buddha?”

“What’s strange? Emperors worship Buddha and seek the Tao, not for compassion and saving all beings. It’s nothing more than wanting to seek longevity to continue enjoying glory.

That emperor in the Ming Dynasty who cultivated the Tao wasn’t the same?

This kind of emperor doesn’t love his country or beautiful women, only himself, and is very selfish at heart.

So, how could they possibly really care about human life?”

“Learned.”

“This book, this paper, if preserved well, are genuine antiques. Look, your great-grandfather’s basement really hides many good things.”

“Did you know early on that great-grandfather’s basement had books?”

“He said it himself. During the time of destroying the Four Olds, several groups of people deposited things here, all saying someone would come to take them later, but they’ve waited until now, and no one has come to take them away.”

“Exactly what kind of people deposited them?”

“I haven’t even seen those books; how could I possibly know who they were? Besides, I’m now presbyopic and not suitable for reading.”

“That’s a real shame. I feel several books are quite interesting.”

“Wait until A Li is well, and you can read them to Grandma.”

“I can’t read them; you still need to look at them yourself.”

“Do you still have something else?”

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

“Young man, did you go and become a water monkey?”

“No, I wouldn’t dare.”

“This is underworld gold, for burial use.”

“It’s gold.”

“How is it? Do you want to exchange money here with me?”

“Yes.”

“Hehehe.” Liu Yumei covered her mouth and chuckled, “You, young man, are treating Grandma’s place as a pawnshop?”

“Reasonable trade, doesn’t involve others.”

The main thing was that only one gold ingot was left. This was money for renting land and planting trees. Giving it directly to great-grandfather would be difficult to explain. Taking it to exchange for money would also be troublesome.

After all, great-grandfather only needed to go to the village to pay and sign, while Li Zhuiyuan had more things to consider.

“Okay, how heavy is this?”

“I haven’t weighed it.”

Liu Yumei picked up the gold ingot and weighed it in her hand, asking, “Should I convert it according to the current gold price and give it to you?”

“Okay. But this is a complete gold ingot.”

“Heh, young man, Grandma will give you an extra one percent.”

“Thank you, Grandma.”

This was also an advantage of exchanging it here with Liu Yumei. Cutting it open in an outside shop would ruin its appearance.

“A Ting.”

“Coming.” Aunt Liu walked out of the kitchen. After listening to Liu Yumei’s instructions with her head down near her ear, she nodded, “Okay, I’ll go to the bank now.”

Liu Yumei looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, “I can give it to you this evening.”

“Okay, Grandma.”

“Last night’s matter, you still haven’t made it clear.”

“It’s not easy to explain, but it’s been resolved.”

“That’s good.” Liu Yumei slightly turned sideways and looked at the young man, “Your complexion isn’t very good.”

“Maybe I didn’t rest well.”

“No, it’s like you’ve slept too much. Be careful, sleeping too much isn’t good for people. It’s easy to become confused and unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.”

At this time, the door of the east room opened, and A Li stood at the doorway.

Some ancient people’s words always felt exaggerated, but when you actually see them in reality, you realize how fitting the descriptions are, for example, that sentence about naturally carving and decorating.

Accustomed to seeing A Li dressed up, now that she had just finished bathing and come out, she was especially fresh and refined.

A smile appeared on Li Zhuiyuan’s face. With her, how could he be unable to distinguish between dreams and reality?

Liu Yumei suddenly said, “When I was young, I was as good-looking as A Li.”

Li Zhuiyuan replied, “Your grandfather fell in love with you when you were ten?”

“Young man, asking for a beating.” Liu Yumei reached out, wanting to hit Li Zhuiyuan, but Li Zhuiyuan avoided her.

A Li walked over. Liu Yumei stood up, preparing to help her granddaughter dress and comb her hair.

Who knew that her granddaughter would follow the young man directly into the main room and upstairs.

For a moment, Liu Yumei was a little awkward, but she had already stood up, so she simply stretched lazily.

“Yo, in the evening, exercising?”

Li Sanjiang and Tan Wenbin pushed the empty cart back. They had just gone to deliver tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks together.

Liu Yumei: “My old arms and legs need more movement.”

“You do need more movement. The mule at home is sick. I felt really tired after going on a trip.” Li Sanjiang walked to a chair and sat down, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He needed a break.

Tan Wenbin then asked, “Is Xiao Yuan back?”

“He’s back; he just went upstairs.”

“Okay, Grandma.”

Tan Wenbin didn’t go upstairs to find Xiao Yuan but ran to the workshop.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he smelled a strong meat fragrance.

“Yo, Runsheng, you’re not being fair. You’re secretly roasting meat here.”

Saying this, he reached out, picked up a piece from the stove, and put it directly into his mouth without blowing on it.

“Huff huff… so hot… so hot!”

Runsheng: “……”

“Crispy, not bad. Are you roasting pig skin? Why didn’t you prepare some dipping sauce? If there’s no chili, some salt would be good.”

“Is it good to eat?”

“It’s good to eat, yes. The meat quality is quite fresh.”

“Then do you want some more?”

“Nonsense, of course.”

“Come, which piece do you want to eat? I’ll cut it for you.”

Runsheng placed the two sets of skin clothing on the case, “lifelike.”

He had just followed Xiao Yuan’s instructions and was carrying out the destruction. Who knew that Tan Wenbin would come in and start eating. He didn’t even have time to remind him.

Tan Wenbin saw the two thin people lying on the case.

His expression was dull for a full half minute, and his mouth was still numbly chewing.

Finally, he lowered his head, spat out what was in his mouth, and covered his neck:

“Ugh!!!”

“The toilet is right next door. Go there and spit.”

Binbin didn’t move and squatted on the ground, continuing to dry heave.

Runsheng didn’t want him to make a mess here, so he simply picked up Binbin, carried him to the toilet, and let him vomit loudly while holding the dragon chair.

After returning to the workshop, Runsheng cut all the remaining skin clothes and then put them into the stove in batches.

They were destroyed, but the stove also needed to be cleaned afterward; otherwise, it would be full of grease.

Tan Wenbin, with a pale face, returned. He looked at the empty case and asked, “Was that just an illusion?”

“It’s nothing. Just dirty meat.”

“No, did you really eat that thing?”

Runsheng shook his head, “I didn’t eat.”

“Huff…” Tan Wenbin let out a breath.

“This meat isn’t dirty enough. It wasn’t marinated.”

Tan Wenbin slumped down and reached out to scratch his hair, saying, “I always feel like you’re all deceiving me.”

“Deceiving you about what?”

“From beginning to end, it seems like a play. At the crucial moment, I’m just thrown aside. I still haven’t seen a self-moving dead body.”

“Just take it as deceiving you.”

“But it doesn’t seem like it. Xiao Yuan wouldn’t deceive me about this kind of thing.”

Runsheng reached out and touched Tan Wenbin’s forehead, asking with concern, “Do you have food poisoning?”

Tan Wenbin shook his head in great grievance. He had seen Li Zhuiyuan simultaneously reciting math problems and saying the answers. For a third-year high school student, this scene was more miraculous than seeing a moving dead body. “Runsheng, can you tell me what happened last night now? Xiao Yuan asked me to come and ask you.”

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

After listening, Tan Wenbin’s face became even paler.

“So, the two water monkeys I met today were actually possessed by dead bodies?”

“Do you still need to ask? The skin was just in your mouth.”

“Don’t mention that. I’ve already forgotten.”

“Do you still have anything you want to ask?”

“No, nothing.” Tan Wenbin trembled as he stood up, his steps staggering as he walked outside.

“Where are you going?”

“To the small store to make a phone call. Call my dad to pick me up and take me home.”

Tan Wenbin walked to the dam and squatted down. He used his trembling hand to take out a cigarette and clip it in his mouth, but he struck the match many times, and no spark came out.

He had just opened a joke. How could he possibly make a phone call to ask his dad to pick him up? If he didn’t see a dead body this time, there would always be an opportunity next time.

This feeling was like someone who likes spicy food but can’t eat it. It’s painful and uncomfortable to be spicy, yet they can’t help but want to keep trying.

“Cha!”

It was lit. Tan Wenbin immediately lowered his head to light it.

A roar came, and a police three-wheeled motorcycle drove onto the dam.

Tan Wenbin, with the cigarette clipped in his mouth, lifted his head and made eye contact with Tan Yunlong.

“Ba ji.”

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Tan Yunlong got off the police car and walked over, delivering a fatherly kick.

“Bang!”

Tan Wenbin was kicked and flipped to the ground. The dam was flat, and he rolled several circles.

“I put you here for you to smoke here! I see you have no rules at all!”

Tan Wenbin retorted, “Dad, aren’t you also using a public vehicle for private use?”

“Heh.” Tan Yunlong started to untie his belt.

“What’s happening, what’s happening?” Li Sanjiang walked out, pulling Tan Yunlong, “Don’t always use your hands on the child. What if you hurt him?”

“Uncle, this guy was just squatting here smoking!”

“Ah, I just lit it for the child, teasing him. The child doesn’t know how to smoke at all. If you want to hit someone, just hit me.”

“Uncle, you can’t protect him like this. If the child is too spoiled, he won’t learn well.”

“I spoil my Xiao Yuan, and I think he’s quite good.”

“Is that the same?”

“They’re all children. What’s not the same?”

“I dream of having something not the same.”

“Come, sit down. Stay for dinner tonight.”

“No, Uncle. I’m here on official business. There was a theater troupe that had an accident at Pingchao Town at noon. The car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river when crossing the bridge.”

“Which theater troupe?”

“The one that performed in Siyuan Village yesterday.”

“Oh, that one. How are the people?”

“All dead.”

“Hiss… how could this happen?”

“It was just a pure accident, but too many people died. I just came here for a routine public affairs visit to ask if there were any issues during yesterday’s performance, such as fights causing conflict.”

“No, no, their performance yesterday was quite good. They probably performed all night without sleeping and were driving while fatigued.”

“Um, the identities of this group of people are a bit special. They’re an out-of-province theater troupe.”

“They probably couldn’t find work out of province and came here to find work. Ai, what a pity.”

“Okay, then that’s it. Uncle, Binbin is here. He’s causing you trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. This child is very good and not bad at all. He even helps me with work. Actually, his nature is very good; I can see it.”

“It’s just that his academic results aren’t good. He doesn’t focus on his studies and only thinks about playing all day.”

“Children are all like this. My Xiao Yuan is also greedy for playing and doesn’t put his heart into studying.”

Tan Yunlong: “……”

“Uncle, don’t you know about your Xiao Yuan’s academic situation?”

“It’s thanks to you helping out; otherwise, I would still be worried about whether he could go to school.”

“Didn’t Xiao Yuan tell you?”

“He did. He said you helped arrange everything.”

“This is what I should do. Nine years of compulsory education; how can a child not go to school?”

Since the old man didn’t know, Tan Yunlong wouldn’t explain further.

“Stay for dinner.”

“No, no, I’m leaving.”

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

Tan Wenbin saw his old man leave and then climbed up from the ground, patting the dust off his body.

Li Sanjiang pulled out a cigarette and handed it over, “Do you still dare to smoke?”

“What’s there not to dare!”

“Pa!”

Li Sanjiang rewarded Tan Wenbin with a heavy chestnut.

Tan Wenbin covered his head and said very aggrievedly, “Uncle, what are you doing?”

“Don’t hate your dad. Your dad is also doing it for your own good. When you grow up, your dad will light a cigarette for you.”

“Hey…” Tan Wenbin thought about this scene, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth, “That’s quite good.”

“Then Kangzi, when your dad hands you a cigarette for the first time, you won’t be able to help but laugh.”

……

Li Zhuiyuan wasn’t in a hurry to look at that book. Instead, he sat in his room and played chess with A Li.

He played game after game, and lost game after game. The young man enjoyed the process very much, it helped calm his irritable mood.

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

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

“Thank you, Aunt Liu.”

“Come down for dinner.”

“Okay.”

Because Aunt Liu had gone to the bank, dinner was relatively simple, noodles with two kinds of toppings, but it was also very delicious.

“Hey, I say Zhuangzhuang, why don’t you have an appetite tonight?”

“I ate too much at noon.”

“I still thought your dad had kicked your stomach bad.”

“Not to that extent. His aim is very accurate.”

“Zhuangzhuang, will you also be a policeman later?”

“I won’t.”

“Being a policeman is very good.”

“My grandpa said, just being a policeman is very good. If there aren’t the words ‘people’ in front, there are those two words, then it’s more tiring, and the burden is also heavier.”

“He is your wise grandpa.”

“Um, are you talking about my grandpa?”

“He is also your grandpa.”

Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked, “Xiao Yuan, what university are you planning to apply to?”

“Haihe University.”

“Okay, then I’ll also take the exam there. We can report to school together then.”

“Pa da!”

Li Sanjiang used the end of his chopsticks to tap Tan Wenbin’s head, “What nonsense are you talking about? You go report with our Xiao Yuan, how many years do you have to repeat?”

Li Zhuiyuan noticed A Li’s noodle-eating movements had become very natural, and she no longer tried to make each bite the same length.

After she finished eating, Li Zhuiyuan asked, “Do you still want some?”

A Li shook her head.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up a handkerchief, and she actively leaned forward.

After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhuiyuan folded the handkerchief and also wiped his own.

Seeing the girl always staring at the handkerchief, the young man deliberately put it in his pocket.

The girl seemed to pout a little.

After the meal, Li Zhuiyuan coaxed A Li back to the room to sleep. When he returned to the main room, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin sitting together in front of the TV. In front of them were rattan strips. They were doing paper crafting while watching TV.

Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin’s movements were very skilled. If you didn’t know, you would think his family also had an ancestral paper crafting shop.

“Binbin brother.”

“Ai, Xiao Yuan brother.”

“Aren’t you going to read or do homework?”

“I brought all my homework. I wrote the composition myself. 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 later.”

“Don’t worry. The worse my grades are, the more they’ll send me here.”

“Very reasonable.”

“Hehe, after all, tying me to the Temple of Literature is not as spiritual as here.”

“Haihe University, is it easy to get in?”

“Xiao Yuan brother, are you reminding me to study hard?”

“Just purely asking.”

“You don’t know?”

“Oh right, domestic universities are all the same in your eyes. With my current grades, the success rate of getting into Haihe University is as big as the probability of every household having a color TV later on.”

“Then you should be able to get in, my brother said.”

Going to the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan began to practice his horse stance while regulating his breathing.

After practicing, he went to bathe and then returned to his room.

He sat by the bed, holding the black-skinned book.

He knew he would definitely learn it.

Because he was young now, according to Liu Yumei, it wasn’t suitable to practice hard kung fu before his bones had finished growing. But he couldn’t accept his helplessness when facing crises time after time.

Although the crises he had encountered recently were a bit absurd, like Zhao Kuo reading books at home and encountering Bai Qi as soon as he went out.

But… he still needed to learn some non-physical means to directly face dead bodies.

It giving him this book was the opening act.

However, the final result was not necessarily what it wanted to see.

He put the book under his pillow, got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Does it feel strange?

But I felt strange when I looked at myself in the mirror a long time ago.

Polluted distorted feelings?

How I wish I had feelings for it to pollute.

You say I like Wei Zhengdao, is there no possibility…

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on the mirror. His reflection in the mirror became blurry, seeming to become another stranger. Of course, this was just Li Zhuiyuan’s own delusion.

“Wei Zhengdao, and I and Li Lan, have the same illness?”

……

Sleeping early and waking up early, when he woke up, the sky was still not bright. He turned his head to look, and it wasn’t yet time for the girl to come.

After getting up and washing, he picked up the black-skinned book, walked to the edge of the balcony, and saw the east room door open. A Li, in a white-clothed, horse-faced skirt, walked out.

She lifted her head, looking towards the young man standing upstairs.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled and waved to her.

Although the sky was still not bright, his sun had already risen.

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

Familiar characters, familiar self-satisfied feeling.

It seemed that because it was written for a friend, this feeling was even stronger, with a kind of pleasure in sharing one’s good things with a good friend.

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

Wei Zhengdao might have truly purely taught him this method, but some methods are not applicable to everyone.

After reading further, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed his guess.

First article: Control the Walk Yin.

Second article: Consciousness Fusion.

Third article: Guide Cognition.

Fourth article: Complete Control.

This book was not thick, and the content was not much. It only spoke about methods. If you were to learn it, you only needed to follow the example.

But the difficulty was great. Just controlling the Walk Yin alone was not something everyone could master.

Looking at it this way, it was truly a genius. It actually learned it and even controlled so many dead bodies.

Another thing was that this book was very vicious.

It treated dead bodies as a kind of “animal,” achieved contact through the Walk Yin, then carried out consciousness fusion, read their lifetime memories, and finally, like hypnotic deception, induced and controlled their behavior.

Very much like… taming a beast.

Perhaps, in proper books, one needed to maintain a framework and write “for the orthodox extermination” one by one.

But in notes written for a friend, one could let go and reveal their true thoughts.

Wei Zhengdao, Wei Zhengdao, you could come up with this kind of method. Which school of thought does that count as orthodox?

For Li Zhuiyuan, the first step was not difficult, nor were the third and fourth steps. He could already control the Walk Yin, and he also knew how to do hypnotic induction. After all, he had also researched and had rich experience as a psychologist.

However, this second step, he currently had no clue.

Wei Zhengdao’s description was mysterious and enigmatic. Li Zhuiyuan needed to try to “translate” it into modern terms to understand.

It was very much like a kind of frequency, similar to that of a radio. He wanted to make himself and the dead body form a resonance.

Could it be understood this way?

Then how to regulate this frequency?

Li Zhuiyuan leaned back, resting on the rattan chair, putting the book cover over his face, and closing his eyes.

He wanted to find the feeling, first find a semi-sleep state, and perform the Walk Yin once.

Beside him, the girl saw the young man lying down and also lay down with him.

Under the dawn, the boy and girl lay side by side on the close rattan chairs, only the girl was on her side, looking at the boy’s face.

Li Zhuiyuan found that feeling; it seemed the Walk Yin was successful. He slowly opened his eyes, the surroundings were still foggy, and he couldn’t see anything.

According to the book’s content, Li Zhuiyuan began to try to manipulate his consciousness to tremble, which was his understanding of… frequency.

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

A Li noticed. She reached out to touch, but her hand stopped halfway and then retracted. Immediately, she also closed her eyes.

The foggy surroundings remained unchanged.

Li Zhuiyuan finally realized a big problem: without even a test subject, what was he testing here?

But what could he do? It was difficult to shout for Runsheng brother and go out to tie a dead body back for himself to test?

But just at this moment, the surrounding picture began to tremble faster, as if some strong power wave was actively responding to him.

The fog in front began to recede. Li Zhuiyuan saw in front of him a girl sitting in the center of the darkness, hugging her knees.

Um,

Was he,

Sensing A Li?

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