CHAPTER 609: CHAPTER 112_2

Licking his lips, Run Sheng pulled Tan Wenbin and the woman, along with the backpack, to his side and brought them back to this side of the shore.

Li Zhiyuan first walked over to Tan Wenbin and crouched down. Tan Wenbin was still unconscious, his entire body covered in pronounced veins, with several burn marks. His face, once considered dashing and unrestrained, now appeared somewhat hideous.

Li Zhiyuan lifted Tan Wenbin’s eyelids and checked other details.

"Xiao Yuan, how’s Binbin?"

"His body is too heavily infected with evil energy and needs to be purged. Give me the gray jar from the bag."

Run Sheng immediately took out the jar, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to the young man.

The jar contained incense ash, which could be bought at a temple. Li Zhiyuan had mixed in quite a bit of discarded craft material from Alii, which was the ancestral shrine tablet of the Qin Liu family, made from top-quality Thunder Wood.

Grabbing a handful of incense ash and applying it to his hands, Li Zhiyuan began to massage Tan Wenbin.

Soon, a dark purple quickly appeared, all over the body, wherever the incense ash was applied.

Back when Li Zhiyuan was haunted by Little Huang Ying, Liu Xiazi used this same method to draw out the evil from his body.

Continuing to add ash massages, the dark purple gradually seeped out of the skin, forming dense beads of blood, with many spots bubbling.

Li Zhiyuan stood up and exhaled, telling Run Sheng, "Brother Runsheng, wherever there’s bubbling, apply focused pressure and massage."

"Alright."

Run Sheng replaced Li Zhiyuan’s position. With greater strength and wider palms, small blood sprouts quickly erupted from Binbin’s body.

Li Zhiyuan then walked toward Zeng Yinyin. The woman’s head was bandaged, seemingly still unconscious.

"You’re awake, stop pretending."

Zeng Yinyin remained motionless.

Li Zhiyuan paid her no further attention. Her hands and feet were bound in the manner used by Corpse Recovery Divers to restrain a Corpse. Pretending to be unconscious was pointless, as she couldn’t possibly escape this type of knot.

Over on the other side, as Run Sheng continued to expel blood, he asked, "Xiao Yuan, who is she?"

"I don’t know, either a Zheng or a Zeng. Brother Bin did better than I expected this time."

"Xiao Yuan, Binbin seems to be waking up."

Li Zhiyuan observed that the dense dark purple on Tan Wenbin’s body had disappeared, and his breathing had become steady and strong.

However, fresh blood began to flow from the back of Tan Wenbin’s neck, gradually staining the ground below.

Run Sheng turned Tan Wenbin over. There was an old and new wound there. Just as he was about to bandage it, Li Zhiyuan said,

"No rush, Brother Runsheng, Yin Meng... they have arrived."

He had done some treatment, but for more detailed cleaning, it would need Yin Meng.

Run Sheng stood up, "I’ll go greet them."

"No need, they’re coming themselves." The thick fog could obscure vision but couldn’t block hearing.

The fool’s figure reappeared, face down, motionless in the water.

As Yin Meng and Zheng Jiayi intended to help him, they heard a voice from the shore:

"Don’t bother with him, come over here."

Yin Meng immediately grabbed Zheng Jiayi’s hand and waded to the shore.

As soon as they made it ashore, Li Zhiyuan saw the fool, who had been floating there, slowly stand up.

He tilted his head, looking at Li Zhiyuan on the shore from the water.

Their gazes, despite the fog, allowed them to keenly perceive each other.

The fool raised his hands and waved. For a moment, he appeared very calm.

Li Zhiyuan also raised his hand to wave in response.

The fool had brought the path, and now he returned home.

Li Zhiyuan did not ask him to stay, nor did he expect him to accompany the three of them into Zhengmen Village, for he had already done enough.

*Everyone has their expertise, and the next step was in their hands.*

*Once everything here was resolved, they might stay a couple of days more in Min’an Town when returning, and then he could have a proper conversation with the fool.*

*Maybe he’d no longer be a fool, or perhaps he’d be even more foolish.*

*Nowadays, building temples isn’t in vogue, but many of the small temples uniquely found across the country were initially dedicated to people like the fool, those with spiritual connections.*

"Brother Xiao Yuan." Yin Meng pulled Zheng Jiayi before Li Zhiyuan, waiting for criticism.

"Brother Xiao Yuan?" Zheng Jiayi smiled. She thought the young man was so handsome and wanted to hold him and touch his face.

Li Zhiyuan asked Zheng Jiayi, "What’s your last name?"

"My last name is Zheng, I’m Zheng Jiayi. Ah, Xiao Yuan, you wouldn’t happen to be Li, Li Zhiyuan?"

"Yes, I am." The girl Binbin brought, the one still pretending to be unconscious, was likely a Zeng then.

"Haha, I’ve heard chubby mention you, you’re the top scorer in the province, a genius!"

After a simple exchange, Li Zhiyuan confirmed that Zheng Jiayi was the kind of person who was innocent and loved life. She was like a little sun that could sincerely provide those around her with all kinds of emotional value.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, I’ll let her..."

Before Yin Meng could finish, Li Zhiyuan interrupted her with a brief smile, albeit a slightly constrained and temporary one, but it was a genuine effort.

"Mengmeng, you’ve done well this time."

Yin Meng thought her ears had been deceived by the water when crossing the river.

"Brother Xiao Yuan?"

"Binbin has been poisoned by evil. I did a preliminary cleanup; you do the final touches to help him recover quicker."

"Okay, I’m on it."

Li Zhiyuan signaled to Zheng Jiayi to come over.

*The young man had arrived with Mr. Xue’s blood, but he had little hope for those two companions.*

*First, they faced their own special predicament; second, they might not even have access to that information.*