Chapter 43

Li Zhuiyuan held up the Black Book and waved it towards the Fish Pond.

Even though he didn't know if it could "see," he had to do his part.

Right now, he had many things and loose ends to deal with, one by one.

"Brother Run Sheng, come get your things."

"Coming right up."

Run Sheng walked over, shouldered all the items, and hefted them. A satisfied smile spread across his face.

He could do without the formation flags, but this set of Corpse Retrieval Tools was his most beloved treasure. He hadn't dared to even think about it since waking up today; the thought alone pained him.

"Xiao Yuan, where are the others?"

"They went home."

"And where are we going now?"

"Home too."

Upon returning home, Li Zhuiyuan went straight upstairs and into his room.

Many books were neatly stacked on his desk. Li Zhuiyuan took one book each from the six sets: Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu, The Righteous Path to Subdue Demons, Yin Yang Physiognomy Explained, Destiny Deduction Theory, Liu Clan's Qi Gazing Art, and Qin Clan's Flood Dragon Observation Method.

Then, he found a blank space on the edge of the pages, picked up his carving knife, and cut off a strip about the width of his thumb. In total, he obtained six strips.

After a moment's hesitation, he opened the Black Book he had just acquired and also cut off a strip.

He found a piece of white paper and wrapped the seven strips in order. He then found a black plastic bag and put the Gold Ingot inside.

Carrying these items, he went downstairs and into the East Room.

Liu Yumei had just finished bathing and was sitting by the coffee table, her Silver White hair still damp.

Seeing the boy arrive, she pointed to the room with the closed door and said, "A Li is taking a bath."

"Grandma Liu, I came to see you."

"Oh? Then make some tea."

Li Zhuiyuan put his things down and began to make tea.

"Xiao Yuan, Grandma really likes watching you make tea."

"It is my honor."

After they each took a sip of their tea, Li Zhuiyuan put down his cup and took out the paper package:

"Grandma Liu, I know you're an expert when it comes to paper and cloth. I have some paper strips here, could you help me take a look?"

Liu Yumei's greatest hobby was designing clothes for A Li. She often saw her holding a brush and sketching. Although she was just drawing clothes, the way she handled the details carried a unique charm, no less impressive than the retired masters from the Art Academy in the Family Courtyard.

If nothing unexpected happened, Aunt Liu's painting skills should have been learned from her, and A Li's foundation in painting was equally profound.

Such masters of painting and calligraphy often had extensive research into paper materials.

"Sure, let me see."

Li Zhuiyuan first took out two paper strips and placed them in front of Liu Yumei, from the Yin Yang Physiognomy Explained and Destiny Deduction Theory.

Liu Yumei reached out and felt the two paper strips, then asked, "Do you want to know what material or method was used to make them, or what era they are from?"

"The era."

"I see you know a thing or two about antiques, boy. What, you can't tell the era of old books?"

"Grandma, you jest. I've just seen a lot before; I don't actually understand."

"That's true. Old books are a relatively small branch in the antique trade."

Li Zhuiyuan waited quietly for the answer.

"These two are from the Republic of China era."

"Republic of China era?"

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

"Your eyes are sharp."

Li Zhuiyuan took out the paper strips from Qin Clan's Flood Dragon Observation Method and Liu Clan's Qi Gazing Art, and placed them down.

There were no characters on them, so he wasn't worried about Liu Yumei being able to tell what books they were from. Of course, even if the characters were included, she probably wouldn't understand them.

For these two books, the further into them he got, the more abstract and illegible the writing became. In the earlier parts, Li Zhuiyuan could still guess what a character was by connecting it with the context, but later on, it felt like he was starting to understand familiar, self-created special symbols of the writer.

Of course, these illegible characters had deep meaning. In fact, it could be said that it was precisely because of these illegible characters that the value of this "pirated copy" far surpassed the original.

Liu Yumei picked up these two pieces of paper, gently rubbed them, and brought them to her nose to smell. Then she put them down and said, "Ming-Qing era."

"I see."

"If you had brought the parts with writing, boy, I might have been able to tell a more specific era."

"Then I'll go get the books right away?"

Liu Yumei shook her head. "No need."

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, as if he had expected this answer.

Next, he laid out the three slips of paper from the Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu, the The Righteous Path to Subdue Demons, and the black cover book.

Actually, the main reason he wanted Liu Yumei to look was at these three books.

Li Zhuiyuan had been too modest earlier; he could tell the approximate age of those four books.

But he had always been unable to determine the age of Wei Zhengdao's books, only tentatively classifying them as from the Ming-Qing period based on their quality and preservation.

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

The writing in his own black book was identical to Wei Zhengdao's.

Li Zhuiyuan could distinguish whether the handwriting in a book was by the author themselves or deliberately imitated by a later copyist.

Because whether it was the Records of Strange Tales from the Jianghu or the The Righteous Path to Subdue Demons, there was a sense of "self-satisfaction" flowing through the text.

The black book also had this quality.

This meant that the three sets of Wei Zhengdao's books in his possession were not later hand-copied versions, but originals.

But if the time span stretched back fifteen hundred years, the preservation of these original books was astonishingly good.

Liu Yumei initially just glanced at the three slips of paper. Her expression froze, and she immediately reached out, grabbed the three slips, and asked:

"What book are these from?"

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

"Never mind, no need to answer." Liu Yumei released her hand, and the three slips of paper slowly fell. She picked up the teapot again and, ignoring the heat, washed her hands with the hot tea.

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

"Heh, this isn't paper."

"Then what is it..."

"It's human skin."

Li Zhuiyuan blinked. "Human skin?"

"Human Skin Papermaking, ever heard of it?"

"No."

"That's right, you haven't. There are many ways to preserve books for a long time if you're willing to pay the price. Using human skin as raw material is actually the most time-consuming, labor-intensive, and unrewarding. Only certain special professions use human skin paper to write things."

"I understand."

"Do you really understand? Then do you know which era these three sheets of Human Skin Paper are from?"

"After the Eastern Han, before the Sui and Tang?"

"I can give you a more specific era."

"Please tell me."

"The Southern Liang."

"Grandma, can you be more specific?"

"Emperor Wu of Liang Xiao Yan once made paper from three thousand human skins to transcribe Buddhist scriptures, seeking the true Buddha.

However, before this batch of paper could be used much, Hou Jing rebelled, and this batch of paper circulated out of the palace, becoming known as Buddha Skin Paper.

These three books of yours are written on this Buddha Skin Paper."

"Making paper from human skin, wasn't he famous for believing in Buddhism?"

"What's so strange about that? Emperors worshiping Buddha and seeking the Dao, it's not for compassion and saving all living beings, but merely to seek longevity so they can continue to enjoy their wealth and glory.

Wasn't the Daoist Emperor of the Ming Dynasty the same?

These kinds of emperors don't love their country or their women; they only love themselves. They are selfish to the core.

So, how could they truly care about human lives?"

"I've learned a lot."

"These books, this paper, if preserved well, they are true antiques. It seems your Great Grandfather's Basement really hides a lot of good stuff."

"Did you know long ago that there were books in Great Grandfather's Basement?"

"He himself said that during the Four Olds campaign, several groups left things with him for safekeeping, saying someone would come to collect them later. But no one has come to take them yet."

"Who exactly left them?"

"I haven't even seen those books, how could I know who left them? Besides, I have presbyopia now, so reading isn't suitable for me."

"That's a shame. I think some of the books are quite interesting."

"When A Li is well, you can read them to me, Grandma."

"I can't read them out. You'll have to read them yourself."

"Do you have anything else?"

"Yes." Li Zhuiyuan opened the black plastic bag and took out the Gold Ingot, placing it in front of Liu Yumei.

"You brat, did you go off to be a Water Monkey?"

"No, I wouldn't dare."

"This is Nether Gold, used for burials."

"It's gold."

"What, you want to exchange it for money here?"

"Yes."

"Hehehe." Liu Yumei covered her mouth and chuckled, "You brat, you think of Grandma here as a pawnshop?"

"It's a fair transaction, nothing else involved."

The main reason was that he only left behind one Gold Ingot, which was the money for renting land and planting trees. It wouldn't be easy to explain if he gave it directly to Great Grandfather, and it would also be troublesome to exchange it for money.

After all, Great Grandfather only needed to go to the village to pay the money and sign his name. Li Zhuiyuan had many things to consider.

"Alright, how much does it weigh?"

"I don't have a scale."

Liu Yumei picked up the Gold Ingot, weighed it in her hand, and asked, "Shall I convert it for you at the current gold price?"

"Okay. But this is a complete Gold Ingot."

"Heh, you brat, Grandma will give you an extra ten percent."

"Thank you, Grandma."

This was also the benefit of exchanging it with Liu Yumei. If he took it to an outside shop to be cut, its condition would be ruined.

"A Ting."

"Coming." Aunt Liu walked out from the kitchen, lowered her head to listen to Liu Yumei's instructions, and nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the bank right away."

Liu Yumei looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, "You'll get it tonight."

"Okay, Grandma."

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

"It's not easy to explain clearly, but it's resolved in the end."

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

"Maybe I didn't rest well."

"No, it's like you slept too much. Be more mindful, sleeping too much isn't good for you. It makes you muddle-headed, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams."

Just then, the door to the East Room opened, and A Li stood in the doorway.

Some ancient sayings always felt exaggerated, but when you truly encountered them in reality, you'd realize how fitting the descriptions were, like that phrase "naturally unadorned."

Accustomed to seeing A Li all dressed up, the sight of her just after a bath was exceptionally pure and exquisite.

Li Zhuiyuan's face broke into a smile. With her here, how could he possibly confuse dreams with reality?

Liu Yumei said abruptly, "When I was young, I was as beautiful as A Li."

Li Zhuiyuan chimed in, "Grandpa fancied you when you were ten?"

"You brat, you're asking for a beating." Liu Yumei reached out, intending to slap Li Zhuiyuan, but he dodged.

A Li walked over, and Liu Yumei stood up, ready to help her granddaughter get dressed and styled.

Who knew her granddaughter would directly run off with the boy into the Main House and go upstairs.

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

"Well, working out late at night?"

Li Sanjiang and Tan Wenbin returned pushing an empty cart. They had just finished delivering tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks.

Liu Yumei: "Old bones need to move more."

"Indeed, they do. The mule at home is sick, and I felt really tired after delivering it." Li Sanjiang walked to a chair and sat down, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He needed to relax.

Tan Wenbin, however, asked, "Is Xiao Yuan back?"

"He's back, just went upstairs."

"Okay, Grandma."

Tan Wenbin didn't go upstairs to find Xiao Yuan. Instead, he headed to the Workshop.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he was hit by a rich aroma of meat.

"Hey, Run Sheng, you're quite the sly one, secretly roasting meat in here."

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

"Hoo hoo... so hot... so hot!"

Run Sheng: "..."

"Crispy, not bad. Are you roasting pork skin? Why didn't you prepare any dipping sauce? If you don't have chili, even salt would be good."

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah, it's tasty. The meat is quite fresh."

"Then do you want some more?"

"Nonsense, of course."

"Here, which piece do you want? I'll cut it for you."

Run Sheng placed the two sets of leather armor on the table, "Vivid."

He was just about to destroy them according to Xiao Yuan's instructions when Tan Wenbin came in and started eating them. He didn't even have time to warn him.

Tan Wenbin saw the two thin figures lying on the table.

His expression went blank for a full half-minute, but he continued to chew numbly.

Finally, he lowered his head and spat out the contents of his mouth, clutching his neck:

"Blech!!!"

"The restroom is next door. Go spit there."

Bin Bin remained unmoved, squatting on the ground and continuing to gag.

Run Sheng didn't want him to dirty the place, so he simply picked Bin Bin up and sent him into the restroom, letting him hold onto the Dragon Throne and vomit loudly.

Back in the Workshop, Run Sheng finished cutting the remaining leather armor and then put them into the furnace in batches.

They were destroyed, but the furnace had to be cleaned afterward, otherwise, it would be covered in grease.

A pale Tan Wenbin returned. He looked at the now empty table and asked, "That was a hallucination, right?"

"It's nothing, just dirty meat."

"No, you actually ate that stuff?"

Run Sheng shook his head, "I didn't eat it."

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

"This meat isn't dirty enough; it wasn't marinated well."

Tan Wenbin slumped down, ran his hands through his hair, and said, "I always feel like you guys are tricking me."

"Tricking you with what?"

"From beginning to end, it feels like a play. I get ditched at crucial moments. I still haven't seen Death Collapse move on its own."

"Just assume I'm lying to you."

"But it doesn't feel like it. Xiao Yuan wouldn't lie to me about something like this."

Run Sheng reached out and touched Tan Wenbin's forehead, asking with concern, "Did you get food poisoning?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head aggrievedly. He had seen Li Zhuiyuan recite answers simultaneously while listening to him read math problems. For a student about to enter their third year of high school, this scene was more magical than seeing a Death Collapse come to life.

"Run Sheng, can you tell me what happened last night? Xiao Yuan asked me to come ask you."

Run Sheng nodded and recounted the events of last night and today.

After listening, Tan Wenbin's face turned even paler.

"So, the two Water Monkeys I encountered today were actually possessed by Death Collapses?"

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

"Don't bring that up. I've already forgotten about it."

"Do you have any more questions?"

"No, no more." Tan Wenbin shakily stood up and staggered outside.

"Where are you going?"

"To the convenience store to call my dad to pick me up."

Tan Wenbin walked onto the terrace and squatted down. With trembling hands, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he struck the match several times without success.

He was just joking earlier; there was no way he'd call his dad to pick him up. If he couldn't see a Death Collapse this time, there would surely be a chance next time.

This feeling was like someone who loved spicy food but couldn't eat it – it hurt and was uncomfortable, yet they couldn't resist trying again.

" Clack! "

He lit the match and immediately lowered his head to light the cigarette.

A roaring sound approached, and a Police Tricycle pulled up onto the terrace.

Tan Wenbin, with the cigarette in his mouth, looked up and met Tan Yunlong's gaze.

" Crunch. "

The cigarette fell from his mouth to the ground.

Tan Yunlong got out of the police vehicle, walked over, and delivered a fatherly kick.

" Bang! "

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

"I put you here to smoke? I see you don't understand the rules at all!"

Tan Wenbin retorted, "Dad, aren't you also using a public vehicle for private use?"

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

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Li Sanjiang walked out and stopped Tan Yunlong. "Don't always hit the kid. What if you hurt him?"

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

"Hey, I just pulled it out for the kid. I was just teasing him. The kid doesn't smoke at all. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

"Uncle, you can't spoil him like this. If you spoil a child too much, he won't learn to be good."

"I spoil my Little Yuanhou, and I think he's doing great."

"That's not the same, is it?"

"They're both kids. What's different?"

"I wish I had something different in my dreams."

"Come, sit, stay for dinner tonight."

"No, Uncle. I'm here on official business. There's a troupe. They had a car accident in Pingchao Town at noon. The car crashed through the guardrail and fell into the river while crossing the bridge."

"Which troupe?"

"They were performing in Siyuan Village yesterday."

"Oh, this one. Where are they? How are they?"

"They're all dead."

"Hiss... How could this happen."

"It was just a simple car accident, but too many people died. I'm just here to go through the motions and ask some questions. Did anything happen during yesterday's performance, like arguments or fights that caused conflict?"

"No, no. They performed very well yesterday. They probably performed all night without sleeping and were driving tired."

"Hmm, these people's identities are a bit special. They're a troupe from another province."

"Probably couldn't find work in their home province, so they came here looking for work. Alas, what a pity."

"Alright, that's all then, Uncle. Bin Bin is here. Sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble at all. This kid is very good and excellent. He even helps me with my work. Actually, the kid has a very good character. I can see it."

"It's just that his grades aren't good, he doesn't focus on his studies, and he only thinks about playing all day."

"Aren't all kids like this? My Little Yuanhou is also like this, he loves to play and doesn't put much thought into studying."

Tan Yunlong: "..."

"Grandpa, don't you know about your Little Yuan's academic situation?"

"It's all thanks to you. Otherwise, I'd still be worried about him not being able to go to school."

"Didn't Little Yuan tell you?"

"He did. He said you helped make arrangements."

"This is what I should do. Compulsory nine-year education, how could I let a child not have a school to attend."

Since the old man didn't know, Tan Yunlong wouldn't bother to explain.

"Stay for dinner."

"No, no, I'm leaving."

After Tan Yunlong bid farewell to Li Sanjiang, he got on his motorcycle and left.

When Tan Wenbin saw his own father leave, he got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.

Li Sanjiang pulled out a cigarette and offered it: "Still dare to smoke?"

"What's there to not dare!"

Bang!

Li Sanjiang gave Tan Wenbin a heavy flick on the head.

Tan Wenbin clutched his head and said aggrievedly, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Don't resent your dad. Your dad is doing it for your own good. When you grow up, your dad will offer you a cigarette."

"Heh..." Tan Wenbin thought of this scene, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips, "That would be great."

"Wait until then. When your dad first offers you a cigarette, you won't be able to smile."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't rush to look at the book. Instead, he sat in the room and played chess with A Li.

Game after game, he lost game after game. The boy enjoyed this process, as it helped calm his restless emotions.

He knew he had a bad habit of overthinking, but in front of the girl, he became very quiet.

Aunt Liu came upstairs and knocked on the door. Li Zhuiyuan went out and took a bag from her, which contained 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 still delicious.

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

"I ate too much at noon."

"I thought your dad kicked your stomach."

"Not to that extent, his aim is very accurate."

"Zhuangzhuang, will you be a police officer in the future too?"

"No way."

"Being a police officer is great."

"My grandpa said that just being a police officer is fine. If the words 'people's' aren't in front, with those two words, it's much more tiring, and the burden is much heavier."

"That's his wisdom."

"Uh, you mean my grandpa?"

"He's your grandpa too."

Tan Wenbin turned to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked, "Little Yuan, what university are you planning to apply to?"

"Haihe University."

"Alright, then I'll apply there too. I'll register at the school with you then."

Thwack!

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

"What nonsense are you talking about? You'll register with our Little Yuanhou? How many years will you have to repeat the grade!"

Li Zhuiyuan noticed A Li's movements while eating noodles had become very natural, no longer striving for each strand to be of equal length.

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

A Li shook her head.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the handkerchief, and she leaned forward proactively.

After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhuiyuan folded the handkerchief and wiped himself as well.

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

The girl seemed to pout.

After the meal, Li Zhuiyuan coaxed A Li back to her room to sleep. When he returned to the Main House, he saw Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin sitting together in front of the television. Before them were rattan and wooden strips, and they were making paper crafts while watching TV.

Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin's movements were very skillful. If one didn't know better, they would think his family also ran a traditional paper craft shop.

"Brother Bin Bin."

"Hey, Little Brother Yuan."

"Aren't you going to read and do your homework?"

"I brought all my homework. I've already written the essay myself. For the rest, help me write them before I leave."

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

"Don't worry, the worse my grades are, the more they'll send me here."

"Makes sense."

"Hehe, after all, tying me to the Confucian Temple didn't bring as much luck as sending me here."

"Is Haihe University easy to get into?"

"Little Brother Yuan, are you reminding me to study hard?"

"Just asking."

"You don't know?"

"I don't."

"Oh right, all domestic universities are the same in your eyes. With my current grades, the chance of getting into Haihe University is as high as the probability of every household having a color TV in the future."

"Then you should be able to get in. One of my brothers said so."

Arriving on the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan began practicing breathing exercises and horse stance.

After finishing, he took a shower and then returned to his room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held the Black Book in his hand.

He knew he would definitely learn it.

Because he is young now, and as Liu Yumei said, it's not suitable to practice hard skills before his bones have fully developed, but he cannot accept his powerlessness every time he encounters a crisis.

Although, the crises he has encountered recently are a bit outrageous. Zhao Kuo, who was clearly studying at home, ran into Bai Qi as soon as he went out.

But... he must learn some non-physical means to directly confront Death Collapse.

It handing this book to him was an open scheme.

It's just that the final outcome might not be what it wanted to see.

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

A sense of unfamiliarity?

But I felt like a stranger when I looked in the mirror a long time ago.

Corrupting twisted emotions?

I wish I had emotions for it to corrupt.

You say I'm like Wei Zhengdao, but is there a possibility...

Li Zhuiyuan placed his hand on the mirror. The reflection of himself became blurry, seeming to turn into another stranger. Of course, this was just Li Zhuiyuan's own fantasy.

"Wei Zhengdao, has the same illness as me and Li Lan?"

He slept early and woke up early. He woke up before dawn. He turned his head and saw that it wasn't time for the girl to arrive yet.

After getting up and washing, he picked up the Black Book and walked to the terrace. He saw the door of the East Room open, and A Li, wearing a white top and a horse-face skirt, walked out.

She looked up and saw the boy standing upstairs.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled and waved at her.

Although it wasn't dawn yet, his sun had already risen.

With the girl sitting beside him, Li Zhuiyuan began to formally read the Black Book.

Familiar handwriting, familiar self-satisfaction.

It seemed that because it was written for a friend, this feeling was even stronger, like the joy of sharing something good with a good friend.

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

Wei Zhengdao might have genuinely taught him this method purely, but some methods are not suitable for everyone.

After reading further, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed his guess.

Part One: Yin Walking Control.

Part Two: Consciousness Integration.

Part Three: Guiding Cognition.

Part Four: Completing Manipulation.

This book isn't thick, and it doesn't contain much. It merely explains a method. To learn it, one only needs to follow the instructions.

However, the difficulty is extremely high. Just controlling Yin Walking alone isn't something anyone can master.

Looking at it this way, that "it" is truly a genius. It actually learned it and controlled so many Death Collapses.

Furthermore, this book is quite insidious.

It treats Death Collapse as a kind of "animal," establishing a connection through Yin Walking, then integrating consciousness to read its memories from life, and finally, like hypnosis or deception, luring and manipulating its actions.

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

Perhaps, in proper books, they would maintain a formal tone, repeatedly writing "exterminated by the righteous path."

But in a personal note to a friend, he let loose and revealed his true thoughts.

Wei Zhengdao, oh Wei Zhengdao, how can you call yourself part of the righteous path when you can come up with methods like this?

For Li Zhuiyuan, the first step isn't difficult. The third and fourth steps aren't difficult either. He can already control Yin Walking, and he also knows hypnosis and luring. After all, he has extensive experience being studied by psychologists.

It's just this second step that he currently has no clue about.

Wei Zhengdao's description is esoteric and profound. Li Zhuiyuan needs to try to "translate" it into modern terms to understand it.

It's very much like a frequency, similar to a radio. It requires him to achieve resonance with the Death Collapse.

Can he understand it this way?

Then how can he adjust this frequency?

Li Zhuiyuan leaned back, resting against the rattan chair, placing the book over his face and closing his eyes.

He wanted to find the feeling, to first enter a state between sleep and wakefulness, and attempt Yin Walking.

Beside him, the girl, seeing the boy lie down, also lay down.

In the morning light, the boy and girl lay side-by-side on the adjoining rattan chairs. However, the girl was lying on her side, looking at the boy's face.

Li Zhuiyuan found that feeling. It seemed like he had succeeded in Yin Walking. He slowly opened his eyes, but everything around him was misty and indistinct.

Following the book's content, Li Zhuiyuan began to try to make his consciousness's imagery tremble. This was his understanding of... frequency.

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

A Li noticed, and she reached out as if to stroke him, but halfway through, she pulled her hand back. Immediately after, she also closed her eyes.

The misty surroundings showed no change whatsoever.

Li Zhuiyuan finally realized a huge problem: there wasn't even a test subject. What was he supposed to be testing here?

But what could he do? Should he call Brother Run Sheng to go out and tie up a Death Collapse to be his test subject?

Just then, the surrounding scene began to tremble and accelerate, as if some powerful wave was actively responding to him.

The mist in front of him receded, and Li Zhuiyuan saw a girl sitting in the center of the darkness, hugging her knees.

Uh, He had, Sensed A Li?