Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1562 285: 7

"Alright, there's a signal, teacher, here you go.""Hmm."

Taking the big mobile phone, Luo Tingrui pressed the number while deeply furrowing his brows.

He had just seen that scene.

He too had been young once, he could understand that sudden spark between young people.

The problem was, she was already someone's wife and pregnant.

It's good to care for her on the road, but can't be so deep about it.

Liangliang, oh, Liangliang...

It was certainly inconvenient to educate and remind them now, Luo Tingrui planned to wait until reaching Fengdu, when the woman returned home and separated from Xue Liangliang, to give the kid a good talking-to.

The woman sitting at the back looked at Xue Liangliang with eyes full of worry; she couldn't do anything to Luo Tingrui, so he must have seen the intimate gestures between herself and Xue Liangliang just now.

Xue Liangliang smiled and shook his head, indicating it was fine.

Considering various factors, his affairs were not suitable to let outsiders know, but it didn't mean he feared being discovered, even if that person was his most respected teacher.

Xue Liangliang: "The wontons just now were really delicious; I don't remember having such a fresh taste before. Unfortunately, it seems it will be hard to have them again in the future."

The woman nodded, showing a bit of regret.

If she had known earlier, she would have clenched that mouse in her hand and taken it back to Nantong.

Then, when he visited Nantong to see her in the future, both before and after jumping Jiang, he could have a bowl of wontons to regain strength.

The car they rode earlier didn't turn back; it simply turned off the headlights, silently following behind the minibus.

At a fork, the minibus took one path, the car took another.

This road got narrower as they went, eventually becoming a dead end with a pond ahead.

The small car "stalled," parked by the pond waiting.

It waited till dawn when a few drunkards staggered over, their arms covered in tattoos barely hiding the dense small needle marks on them.

Seeing the lonely parked car and the "beauty" seemingly asleep at the driver's seat, they all showed lecherous expressions.

Of course, what's driving them here wasn't their intention; each of their foreheads was marked with a deep black stain, like ink spots.

Opening the car door, they sat inside, closed the door, and all reached for the female driver, uttering filthy words nonstop.

The car started on its own, moving forward.

Someone seemed to sober up, felt frightened, wanted to open the door but found it was like welded shut, impossible to open; tried to roll down the window but it remained unresponsive.

"Splash!"

The car fell into the pond.

Inside the car, everyone awoke, they were sinking, water kept pouring in.

And the beautiful female driver, in an instant, was shredded by water, turning into floating bits of paper pulp.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The pond wasn't deep originally, but falling in now felt as if it was bottomless.

Under the banyan tree by the pond, a person stood wearing a mask with a fierce face and fangs, but if you looked closely from the side, the mask seemed to fuse with his face flesh.

He held a string of black threads in his hand, the other end extended into the pond, being pulled and stretched.

He relaxed his fingers, intending to discard the already abandoned thread, however, the next moment, the thread seemed beyond his control, actively winding around his body.

"Bang!"

He was bound like a dumpling, forced towards the pond, no matter how much he struggled it was futile, finally dragged into the water.

The surface of the seemingly ordinary pond boiled in this area as he sank, his body continuously dissolving, transforming into an expanding black oil slick.

His Body kept sinking, like an egg peeled of its shell, revealing a short dwarf ghostly figure, the former image, the more lacking something, the more exaggerated.

The corpse of the drunkards lay motionless at the pond's mud depths, each face frozen in horror and savagery, yet all were sober.

The dwarf ghost was also pulled beside them, bound by invisible Lock Chains, a small red coffin floated out, pressing on the dwarf.

On the coffin was carved the character "Bai."

Under normal circumstances, one wouldn't take notice of such pesky little ghosts, like Li Zhiyuan's group, but having walked Jiang so much, they really lacked experience dealing with these little ghosts.

And the Bai Family's Lady, was well versed in this, able to trick the ghost away, silently strike them dead, without affecting the couple's first honeymoon mood.

...

"Let's go, Ah You, get in the car, we're hitting the road."

Zhao Yi waved a hand, signaling Lin Shuyou to quickly get in the car.

Lin Shuyou: "Why say such an ominous thing?"

Zhao Yi: "What's fresh about it, you really think we're heading somewhere auspicious?"

The large bus Mr. Zhai's group rode was in front, and Zhao Yi deliberately drove the truck behind it.

Continuous heavy rain had caused significant damage; although roads were opened, there's still a need for alternating single-lane traffic in several places.

Speed couldn't be fast here.

Li Zhiyuan sat in the front passenger seat, holding a map book given by Mr. Zhai.

Zhao Yi glimpsed it while driving: "What's that secret manual?"

Li Zhiyuan waved it.

Zhao Yi: "I mean, maybe there's some hint or clue inside."

Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "The same kind of map book was gifted by my mentor before college; a children's book, aimed at stimulating professional interest."