After all, when many people face difficult illnesses that hospitals struggle to handle, they turn to Liu Xiazi.
Li Zhiyuan opened Walking Yin.
On this corpse, he saw a man with a face full of agony.
Due to his connection with that one beneath the Peach Forest, even after death, he had to stay entangled with this flower, unable to become a corpse, unable to end, confined within this coffin, enduring endless torment.
This isn't Qing'an's fault; it's just that an absolute policy is bound to have collateral damage.
The corpse loosened its mouth, and Old Tian swayed and fell to the ground, his face peaceful, with a serene look of having passed away.
The purple flowers on the body almost entirely withered away, and the man's figure was no longer as tormented as before.
Li Zhiyuan reached out with his finger, placed it on the corpse's forehead, and then pulled outward, extracting the man's spirit from the body.
Tiny purple tendrils like blood vessels tried to cling on, pulling the spirit back.
Li Zhiyuan's gaze sharpened, and blood mist gathered at his fingertip, shooting it at the corpse's forehead.
"Bang!"
The purple vines retreated in fear; whatever their original form, as long as they could possess people, it meant they had a certain awareness, thus they felt fear.
The spirit was successfully extracted by Li Zhiyuan, the man's expression fell into a stupor; after prolonged suffering, his spirit no longer had the ability to think, and was rapidly dissipating after losing its bodily anchor.
Li Zhiyuan took out a piece of Yellow Paper, for the sake of the Grandmaster, the youth was willing to send him on his way.
The Yellow Paper ignited, drifted out, enveloping the spirit, and burned with it, turning to ashes.
Unlike Tan Wenbin's two foster sons who had the blessing of Merit, and could arrange everything calmly, even though Li Zhiyuan helped this doctor, his chance of a smooth reincarnation was less than fifty percent.
Of course, if he were to choose himself, he would rather his spirit dissipate instantly for the sake of release.
The youth placed his right hand on the corpse's chest, easily inserting it into the now hollow cavity, withdrawing a cluster of mycelium.
At the same time, the body began to rapidly decay into corpse fluid.
The youth's palm was shrouded in blood mist, as if burning, causing the mycelium to perish instantly, leaving only a purple seed.
This thing was slightly sinister, but with proper control, it could be useful, suitable for planting in the newly opened medicinal garden, though it requires special supervision.
Forget it, no special supervision is needed, there's Qing'an, the hired gardener, to watch over it.
Li Zhiyuan didn't believe this thing could possess Qing'an and turn the entire Peach Forest purple.
After putting away the seed, Li Zhiyuan bent down to remove the two needles from Old Tian's body.
Old Tian's gaze gradually focused, he slowly emerged from the numbness of drunkenness, gradually waking up.
"Where is thisโฆ"
Drunken antics, a blackout.
Old Tian looked at Li Zhiyuan, bewildered, and got up to stand.
"Xiao YuanโฆBrother? Where are we, did we encounter an evil spirit?"
Li Zhiyuan's gaze shifted downward.
Old Tian's gaze followed, initially confused, unsure of what he was looking at, then suddenly he realized, his face bursting with joy!
Then, with a "thud," he fell down.
After being paralyzed for a long time, his leg muscles had already atrophied and needed time for rehab to fully regain function.
However, Old Tian was a martial artist; even with just his hands, he could pedal a tricycle as fast as a motorcycle, and Li Zhiyuan had no intention of letting him idle.
"Clean this place up and then take my Grandmaster back."
"Alright, understood, yes, as you command!"
"I'll head back first. Be careful on your way."
This seed needed to be planted immediately; keeping it with him might lead to trouble later on.
After Li Zhiyuan left, Old Tian watched Li Sanjiang snoring on the ground.
"Young master, you were right, the Luck, I saw it, it's truly frightening, this Luck!"
Old Tian first carried Li Sanjiang back to the tricycle, then began to clean up the coffin and the opened grave, all the while a smile was plastered on his face.
"Young master, I can follow you down the Jiang again, I can help you again, haha, it's really great, haha!"
What Old Tian didn't know was that Li Zhiyuan once experienced the Luck from the Grandmaster, causing him, even in normal card games, to win constantly, which terrified the young man at the time.
The gift of Luck had long been tagged with a price in the shadows.
By receiving the Luck, Old Tian had effectively advanced a portion of his wages.
After taking care of everything, Old Tian immediately took Li Sanjiang home, eager to convey the good news to his young master.
...
"Boss, phone call."
Liang Li handed the large phone to Zhao Yi.
"Who is it?"
"Old Tian."
"Oh." Zhao Yi took the phone and sat down next to Lin Shuyou, squeezing for space.
Lin Shuyou was about to push back, but Zhao Yi glanced at Tan Wenbin across the way and raised his eyebrows.
Lin Shuyou had to retract his strength and squeezed himself back.
"Hello, Old Tian, it's me."
Tan Wenbin looked over, and after Zhao Yi finished the call, he saw Zhao Yi's expression had become extremely complex, both joyful and sorrowful.
"Did something happen at home?"
"No, it's that Old Tian's leg healed."
"Isn't that a good thing? Why do you look so strange?"
"Old Tian, he can't leave Nantong."
"Hmm?"
"Sigh, he has debts to pay."
