Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 413

Moon stars are rare.

Zhao Yi arrived in Nantong.

That half-cigarette's duration was Zhao Yi's last act of restraint.

From the moment he stomped out the cigarette butt on the ground with the sole of his shoe, Zhao Yi didn't waste a single second. He personally drove from Lushan to Siyuan Village as quickly as possible.

The car drove onto the path, stopped, and Zhao Yi got out.

He had previously told the man surnamed Li very seriously that he had made a fortune in the last wave and needed to enjoy and digest it properly at a normal pace. He was unwilling to get involved in the high-intensity waves that the man surnamed Li was involved in again recently.

In the end, whether it was emotion that overwhelmed reason or reason that overwhelmed emotion, he still came.

As I walked onto the dam, I heard noises coming from the upstairs terrace.

Zhao Yi deliberately stopped in his tracks.

Li Sanjiang had just finished showering and was carrying a basin back to his room.

Suddenly, I noticed someone standing on the dam below. Upon closer inspection, I recognized him.

"Marquis Yi?"

"Hey, Uncle Li!"

"Why are you here?"

"I came to visit my godmother and brought some tea leaves. My godmother asked me to bring them over to Grandma Liu."

"Oh, that's how it is."

"Where are Tan Wenbin and the others? Did they go out to play?"

“They had some urgent matters to attend to on the Xiaoyuanhou project, and they were transferred away with just one notice. Sigh, it happens all the time.”

"It's really hard work."

"Of course, but at least I have a government job, so it's only right. Alright, Marquis Yi, I'm going to sleep now. If you're not in a hurry to leave tomorrow, come over for dinner."

"Okay, Uncle Li."

Li Sanjiang went back to his room.

Zhao Yi ended the conversation.

The man surnamed Li has recently read the "Code of Conduct for Walking Along the River" for the tenth time.

Each reading takes longer than the last.

Gradually, you will find that your perspective on the world, as well as the people and things in the world, have changed.

Look at mountains as mountains, water as water.

As an outsider, when you come to Grandpa Li's house, you must first have a conversation with Grandpa Li.

You need to let Grandpa Li know you're here, otherwise any out-of-line behavior you do next could easily have repercussions.

"Squeak..."

The door to the east room was opened from the inside, and Ah Li came out.

A smile appeared on Zhao Yi's face.

The only person who could make a phone call using a mobile phone with the surname Li without saying a word was this girl in front of me who couldn't speak.

The occurrence of this extreme scenario means that it is inconvenient for the person surnamed Li to contact them.

And since the girl, like Old Tian, ​​doesn't go out, she's still on the river, so it can only be something related to the river.

Needless to say, the destination for meeting up is obvious. The implication is that I'm being asked to come to Nantong to pick up something and then go find the person surnamed Li.

Ah Li walked towards the back of the house.

Zhao Yi followed.

Although it was invisible to the naked eye, Zhao Yi immediately realized that the temple, which he had personally supervised for its second renovation, was destroyed.

Whether Li feels heartache or not is unknown, but Zhao Yi is already feeling the pain.

Zhao Yi: "Is this some kind of destruction of the temple to serve as a suppression array?"

So what exactly is being suppressed down there?
Zhao Yi sat cross-legged and began to break the formation.

The formation set up by the man surnamed Li was not easy to break, but it was not difficult for him, the supervisor who once had the complete set of design blueprints.

When Zhao Yi broke through the formation, A Li turned around and went back to the east room to sleep.

Zhao Yi yawned, which meant that although he didn't know what was being suppressed inside by the man surnamed Li, it posed no danger to him.

Zhao Yi opened up a crack in the dilapidated temple.

Immediately, a roar from the soul level was released, startling Zhao Yi's consciousness.

When he saw the phantom of a vicious dragon rushing towards him, Zhao Yi's eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide before he quickly clenched his molars!

At this moment, Zhao Yi even suspected:
Hey Li, did you fucking send me here just to show off to me?

Zhao Yi was surrounded by black energy. After withstanding the first wave of attacks from the evil dragon, the two of them tumbled into the rice paddy.

If a passerby were to walk by at this time, they would see Zhao Yi alone, not sleeping in the middle of the night, rolling around in the field repeatedly.

Although this evil dragon has no physical form, its ferocity is so intense that it is almost tangible.

Just the release of a single evil spirit is enough to wreak havoc on an entire area; moreover, this evil dragon is the same dragon spirit that the man surnamed Li used to have, which he has always used as a tool, getting involved in everything.

When tools are suddenly upgraded to such an extent, Li's work efficiency will also experience an extremely dramatic increase.

No, why?

All his hard work, repeatedly tearing, cutting, and mending the skin, was simply to make himself and the black dragon's skin merge more thoroughly.

You, surnamed Li, actually elevated the Jiaoling to this level so quietly?
I shouldn't have come to Nantong, really, I shouldn't have come, it makes me look so stupid!

Zhao Yi didn't know the Dragon Refining Technique, but he was very familiar with it.

Because his ancestor Zhao Wuyang from Jiujiang, the Dragon King's last dance was the refining of a dragon.

However, Zhao Wuyang did not help the Black Dragon improve its rank; rather, he literally dismembered the Black Dragon and refined it into pieces.

Zhao Yi knew just how difficult it was to forcibly elevate the status of a species like the Jiaolong, which was inherently rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and cause it to undergo a qualitative change.

That would require at least the size of the Zhao family of Jiujiang in the past, pooling the strength of the entire clan, spending at least a hundred years, and risking divine retribution, to have a very small chance of achieving it.

As a result, the guy surnamed Li managed to produce it in the small workshop behind this house.

The freed evil dragon was full of malice towards Zhao Yi; it wanted to kill him, it really wanted to.

For a time, Zhao Yi didn't have a good way to deal with it. Gentle methods couldn't suppress it, and harsh methods might drive it away. If it ran away, where would he go to chase it?

Strictly speaking, even if this evil dragon couldn't sit at the table to eat, it at least had the right to stand at the table with a bowl in hand and pick up food.

This is just one tool in the hands of the man surnamed Li, comparable to a wrench.

Li, is it because you can't practice martial arts that you keep stepping on stilts in the air?
Zhao Yi: "Li Zhuiyuan sent me to find you and bring you back to his side."

As soon as the words were spoken, or more precisely, as the name "Li Zhuiyuan" was uttered, the evil dragon immediately fell silent.

Zhao Yi released his grip, dusted himself off, and stood up.

The evil dragon hovered in front of Zhao Yi without launching another attack.

"Ah……"

Zhao Yi wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

The beast spirit within Tan Wenbin's body had undergone numerous trials and tribulations, and the child spirit within Ayou's body had also caused some trouble in the past. But no one under Li's command, nor anything else, had ever dared to rebel against him.

Zhao Yi himself has a deep understanding of this.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Yi reached out and touched the ethereal horn on the head of the evil dragon.

The evil dragon still harbored a frenzied killing intent towards Zhao Yi in its eyes, but an even more terrifying sense of awe suppressed its instincts.

“You, you are truly the only one I can deliver, the only one I can deliver silently; come in, come in, I will take you back to the side of the man surnamed Li.”

Zhao Yi reached out and expertly tore a gash in the skin of his chest, even using his thumb and forefinger to make an "eight" shape to widen the opening.

The evil dragon lowered its head and burrowed inside.

In an instant, Zhao Yi felt a strong stimulation rushing straight to the top of his head.

The skin of a dragon and the spirit of a dragon are a perfect match.

But soon, Zhao Yi suppressed the greed in his eyes.

If he dares to covet anything belonging to the Li family, he should pray that the Li family member will die suddenly, otherwise the Li family member will definitely use all his strength to deal with him.

No matter how good something is, it's meaningless if you don't live to use it.

"You bastard surnamed Li, you're a real bastard, sending a wolf to transport a roasted lamb leg!"

After finishing his rant, Zhao Yi turned and left.

He didn't glance at the ruined temple again.

The reconstruction requires a lot of manpower and energy. The last time it was able to be repaired so quickly was because Miss Chen was driving her domain, working like a mule down there.

Right now, he has no time to stay here and help the man surnamed Li repair his house.

Let's leave it for now. Knowing Li's style, once he gets home, he'll definitely think of calling me, the supervisor, back to redo the work.

Walking back to the dam, the door to the east room was closed and the lights were off.

Zhao Yi looked left and right, and finally looked at the room on the second floor belonging to the man surnamed Li.

He entered the main house, went upstairs, pushed open the screen door, and went inside.

It's not that he deliberately trespassed, but how can you deliver a package if you don't even know the address?
Zhao Yi's gaze fell on the desk of the man surnamed Li.

There are many books on the desk, and even more piled up under the desk.

"Gudu..."

Zhao Yi swallowed hard.

These books smell so good.

It is not only an evolution of inner desires, but also a response of physiological senses.

At this moment, Zhao Yi really wanted to say: How can the actions of a scholar be called stealing?

But he didn't have time to linger here and steal books to read. He was pressed for time. Even if he read the books while walking... well, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to return to Siyuan Village before the man surnamed Li when the next wave ended.

Furthermore, the book's own fragrance serves as an anti-counterfeiting measure, making it impossible to forge a set and fool people.

Forget it, I'll ask that guy surnamed Li for some books to read after this job is done. Maybe he can let me into that mysterious basement and pick out two or three books by chance.
Li is generous; as long as the work is done well, he won't be stingy.

Zhao Yi walked to the desk, touched the book cover with his left hand, sighed, and took the pen that was stuck in the map on the wall with his right hand.

This is the mailing address I left specifically for Mr. Li.

"In Jinan...this place."

Zhao Yi turned around, preparing to leave the room and set off immediately.

But as soon as he reached the screen door, he retreated back to the bedside of the man surnamed Li and bent down.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Yi pulled Benben out from under the bed.

When Benben saw Zhao Yi, he didn't blame him for being the bad uncle who liked to flick his little bird. As if he had seen a real relative, he took the initiative to stretch out his two chubby little arms, hug Zhao Yi's neck, and sobbed softly.

Let's play zither, it's better than tutoring; let's have tutoring, it's better than forgetting even when get out of class is over.

Zhao Yi carried Benben back to Big Beard's house.

His men are all here.

Today, Qing'an was in high spirits and the drinking lasted for a long time. Xiao Yingying was busy setting up the offering table and serving wine. By the time Qing'an finally stopped drinking and relaxed, Xiao Yingying was exhausted.

Tonight, she was sitting on her bed in her room, head down, arms hanging at her sides, water droplets dripping from her body, wetting the tiles under the bed.

This resentment, almost to the point of collapse, left her with no time to attend to other matters, such as the fact that her child hadn't returned home yet.

Zhao Yi carried Benben up to the second floor. Downstairs, he heard a rhythmic creaking sound.

"Cough...cough..."

Zhao Yi coughed forcefully beforehand.

The sound didn't stop; instead, it started to accelerate.

Zhao Yi had no choice but to stop and wait at the top of the stairs for a while.

After the high frequency, the electrocardiogram will turn into a straight line, indicating the end.

Zhao Yi went upstairs and walked to the door.

The door was opened, and Xiong Shan stood inside.

"Young Master Zhao, you're back!"

"Yes, I just got back and I'm leaving soon."

"Is there something you need? Don't worry, you're a guest. If there's anything I can help you with, please just say so."

“There’s something wrong. I found a child on the side of the road. The police station was closed, and there were only officers on duty. I was thinking of taking him home to care for him for the night, and you can take him to the police officer tomorrow morning.”

"Okay, no problem. Where is the child?"

Zhao Yi handed Benben to Xiong Shan.

Xiong Shan: "..."

Zhao Yi went downstairs.

As I walked down the steps, I thought to myself, "You treat your child like this, and you still want to have a second child."

When they arrived downstairs, their people were already prepared.

As the car drove away, Lao Tian stood at the door of Big Beard's house and waved goodbye to the car.

Zhao Yi stretched out his hand and waved back.

Chen Jing asked excitedly, "Brother Yi, are we going to meet up with Brother Yuan now?"

Zhao Yi: "Just follow along, no need to show yourself first, until your brother Yuan gives you a signal."

"Yes!" Chen Jing nodded vigorously, then asked in confusion, "What signal?"

"Wait for him to shout:"

"Brother Zhao, please save me!"

……

"Is this what they call a scallion pancake roll?"

Lin Shuyou looked at the food in his hand with anticipation in his eyes.

He had read about it in books and seen it on TV, and he had always been very curious about it.

Open your mouth and bite down. Hmm?
so hard.

After tugging at it, it finally snapped its neck and "pulled" it down in one bite, then began to chew.

"Brother Bin, it tastes great, but it takes a bit of effort to eat. Locals must have very strong teeth."

Beside him, Runsheng made a thick pancake, rolled with scallions and a thick incense stick.

He ate mouthful after mouthful, and it was clear that Runsheng was very satisfied.

When traveling, Runsheng is usually reluctant to spend money and is not interested in fancy food. He feels that this is very suitable for him.

Lin Shuyou: "Brother Bin, why aren't you eating? Here, I'll roll one up for you."

Tan Wenbin: "Buy more and put it in the car. I'll eat it while I'm on the road. Right now, I need to save room."

Ahead is a long-established Shandong cuisine restaurant, which is usually very popular and often has long queues. However, it rained today, which affected the flow of customers, and there were empty seats inside.

At that moment, an elderly man with silver hair, holding an umbrella, walked into the restaurant.

Tan Wenbin straightened his clothes and cuffs, then followed them inside.

Lin Shuyou and Runsheng exchanged a glance, each carrying a pancake, and left, standing separately outside the restaurant.

Inside the yellow pickup truck, Li Zhuiyuan sat in the passenger seat, closing the "Wordless Book" in his hand.

The first prison escapee, the old man who committed suicide with a sword over the long years, is right here.

Although Li Zhuiyuan had learned the old man's location early on through the "Evil Book," the boy did not choose to take violent measures.

Because there is no need.

One can be cautious and meticulous, even passive.

In any case, the book will surely provide a safety net for itself.

Li Zhuiyuan gently pressed his head against the car window. Rain continued to fall, casting a hazy glow over the night streets.

The boy slowly closed his eyes.

After dozing off for about forty minutes, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes.

A group of knights appeared in the crowd ahead.

They were clad in armor and rode warhorses, weaving through the crowd, their target the restaurant.

What was bound to happen has indeed happened.

If Li Zhuiyuan hadn't known that the true owner of the Goguryeo tomb was currently manipulating everything within his own book, he would most likely have thought that this was all due to the perfectly timed movement of the river.

In the restaurant.

Although there were many empty seats, Tan Wenbin introduced himself as a reporter from a newspaper in another province who wanted to do a feature article on Shandong cuisine, so he hoped to share a table with the old man and listen to his explanation.

The old man agreed.

Tan Wenbin expressed his gratitude and, after sitting down, said that the meal would be on him and that he could reimburse the expenses.

The old man agreed again and indicated that he had already ordered his dishes, and Tan Wenbin could add more.

Tan Wenbin picked up the menu and glanced at it. He found that it was already densely written down. This was no longer a simple matter of ordering a few signature dishes. In fact, apart from drinks, there was basically nothing missing from the restaurant's menu.

The waiter then came over and said that they had ordered too much food and were afraid of wasting it.

The old man shook his head, indicating that he wanted to order just this much.

The waiter then said that the outdoor tables were too small and wouldn't be able to hold all the food when they were served, so he asked them to move into a private room.

The old man got up and went to the private room, and Tan Wenbin followed him.

The dishes were served one after another. Even in the private room, a large round table couldn't hold all the dishes, so another table had to be set up next to it to make sure everything was in place.

The old man turned the rotating table with his left hand and held chopsticks in his right.

For each dish, he would only use the serving chopsticks to pick up a bite, put it in his bowl, then switch to his own chopsticks to taste it, shake his head, and move on to the next dish. After finishing one table, he would go to the next table to continue tasting.

Tan Wenbin hadn't forgotten his disguised identity and asked the old man how he liked his food.

"It's delicious, but it's not the taste I'm looking for."

The old man put down his chopsticks, sat down in a chair, and placed his hands on his thighs, looking quite desolate.

He wanted to find the taste he remembered, but he had been suppressed under the Goguryeo tombs for too long. Many of the ingredients and seasonings available today did not exist in his time. Although it was the same place, the passage of time had brought about a complete transformation.

Tan Wenbin could sense the emotion emanating from the old man; the deathly aura was gradually intensifying.

A bold idea began to rise in Tan Wenbin's mind:
This person endured such prolonged torture and survived, surely not just so that he could have one last taste of his hometown cuisine after he got out?
Now that I've returned to my hometown, it has changed drastically, and even the local cuisine no longer welcomes me.

The old man pointed and said, "You eat it, I'm not eating it."

Tan Wenbin stood up and took the braised pork intestines, braised sea cucumber with scallions, sweet and sour carp, and stir-fried double crisp from the rotating tray and placed them in front of him.

Then, Tan Wenbin walked out of the private room, where a waiter was standing at the door.

They weren't there to serve, but rather because the two of them had ordered so much food and they were worried about someone trying to skip out on the bill, so they were keeping an eye on things here.

Tan Wenbin gestured for the bill to be paid.

The old restaurant's prices weren't high, and even with all that food ordered, Tan Wenbin had enough money in his pocket to pay for it.

After paying the bill, Tan Wenbin asked the waiter to go in and clear away the dishes, saying that most of the dishes hadn't been touched and it would be a waste.

The waiters can pack this dish up and take it home themselves.

Moreover, Tan Wenbin had also observed that the old man had an aura of death on him, but nothing else, and he used serving chopsticks to pick up food, so there would be no problem for ordinary people to eat it.

The sweet-looking waitress at the front desk asked curiously, "Why did you order so many dishes?"

Tan Wenbin poked his temple: "There's something wrong with the old man here; he doesn't even recognize me anymore."

After most of the dishes were cleared away, Tan Wenbin sat down again. Too lazy to use a small bowl to serve rice, he placed the large bowl in front of him and began to eat heartily, facing the four dishes he had previously chosen.

It smelled really good, and he ate it with great relish and immersion.

The old man sitting next to him just kept watching Tan Wenbin eat, and as he watched, a smile appeared on the old man's lips.

Everything has changed, but the feeling of eating here hasn't changed.

Watching young people eat reminds me of my own youth, well, of when I was still alive.

It's nice to be alive.

It's good to truly live.

Tan Wenbin finished eating and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

The old man clenched one fist and placed it in front of Tan Wenbin, who placed both hands below, ready to receive it.

The old man loosened his grip, and strands of golden sand fell.

"Food money."

"I promised I'd treat you."

"But I can't reciprocate your invitation."

"It won't take that much."

"This is all I have."

Tan Wenbin stopped being coy and put the handful of gold dust into his pocket.

Old man: "Whose family are you from?"

Faced with this question, Tan Wenbin was not surprised. Any normal person would know that his deliberate approach was abnormal, let alone someone who had survived for so many years.

Tan Wenbin: "I don't know how to answer. There are two answers. Which one do you want to hear?"

Old man: "I'm serious."

Tan Wenbin: "But both are real."

The old man waved his hand: "Never mind, it doesn't matter which family it is. They must be an extraordinary family to have found me..."

At this point, the old man seemed to remember something, and looked at Tan Wenbin.
"Wait, how did you find me?"

The sound of rapid hoofbeats rang out.

A knight charged forward on horseback, breaking through the wall and entering the private room.

The old man reached out and pushed Tan Wenbin, and Tan Wenbin also reached out and pushed the old man. The two were pushed apart, and the knight passed between them.

Then, several more knights rushed in, but the old man stood still.

Tan Wenbin unleashed the power of the Blood Ape, carrying the old man as he dodged continuously.

After completing a charge, the knights turned their horses around, forming an encirclement, raising their crossbows and taking aim.

Tan Wenbin placed his fingertips against his brow and glanced around.

All the knights froze for a moment as they launched themselves. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tan Wenbin grabbed the old man's shoulder and jumped out of the box window.

Upon landing, Tan Wenbin realized something was wrong. His private room was clearly on the first floor, but after jumping, he had fallen from the second floor.

Looking up again, Tan Wenbin found that skyscrapers and ancient buildings were overlapping and disordered in his field of vision.

A familiar scene unfolded once again.

Behind them, the sound of horses' hooves rang out again; the pursuit continued.

Tan Wenbin looked at the old man in confusion: "No, are you really not able to fight at all now?"

The old man said, "I can hit a little."

Tan Wenbin: "Then move around a bit."

The old man said, "I'm too lazy to move."

Tan Wenbin: "So why did you insist on coming out from there?"

The old man said, "I've tried to find many reasons to keep going, but they've all faded away or even been forgotten. In the end, only one thing remains: after I get out, I want to have a good meal."

"I've been eating there for days, at so many different restaurants, but I can't find that same taste anymore. It's pointless then, nothing matters anymore."

Tan Wenbin: "Are you kidding me?"

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

A series of crossbow bolts were fired. The old man turned around and stood in front of Tan Wenbin. One crossbow bolt after another pierced his body, and his body became transparent.

The old man said, "Do you think this is a joke?"

Tan Wenbin: "You..."

The old man said, "Go. I have nothing else on me besides that handful of gold dust. Don't stay here because of me."

Tan Wenbin: "I'll take you with me. Whatever dish you want to eat, I can find an old recipe and recreate it for you."

The old man said, "Once a person dies, they can never taste the freshness of life again."

After saying that, the old man gave Tan Wenbin a push, and he did so with force.

Tan Wenbin was thrown backwards for a distance. When he landed, he looked up and saw that the old man had already taken the initiative to meet the group of knights.

A new round of strangulation has begun.

The enemy ghosts outnumbered and outmatched the old man, who was quickly overwhelmed and severely injured. He became even more transparent than before and knelt on the ground.

Chains extended and bound the old man.

Tan Wenbin stood there, neither moving nor going up to help.

Those undead knights only hunted down their targets and had no interest in "casualties".

They spurred their warhorses, dragged the old man away, and soon disappeared into the white mist ahead.

The surrounding scenery and buildings gradually returned to normal.

Li Zhuiyuan came out, followed by Runsheng and Lin Shuyou.

The reason Tan Wenbin didn't rush to the rescue was that, logically, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou, who were on guard in the shadows, should have made a move, but they didn't, which meant that Brother Xiaoyuan had given the order.

Since that's the case, then I shouldn't try to save him.

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to Tan Wenbin and asked, "How does it feel?"

Tan Wenbin: "It's a bit absurd, but I can still feel his sincerity."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, because what you see is the real side."

Tan Wenbin: "This side?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "What did he give you?"

Tan Wenbin pulled out some gold dust from his pocket: "He said this was all he had... no, he had more, he even walked into the restaurant under an umbrella!"

Li Zhuiyuan didn't think there was anything wrong with Tan Wenbin being a step slow in his reaction to this matter, because the boy was working backward from the given answer.

I will inevitably be fed this carrot.

It's impossible for him to be a desireless old man. Admittedly, an old man can be without desires, but Li Zhuiyuan has desires.

According to Ye Dui's account, the old man maintained his existence by committing suicide with a sword.

Now look at how this old man looks now.

The boy guessed that the other party had refined his sword.

He poured all his resentment, obsessions, and so on into the sword, so that he could exist for a longer time as a weapon spirit.

As for himself, all that's left is an "empty shell".

A "walking corpse" who doesn't know what to do after he comes out, or even if he doesn't taste the flavors he remembers, he can lose all interest in life.

If you really think about it that way, he escaped from the Goguryeo tomb with Ye Dui. So many days have passed, and he's eaten at so many restaurants here. He shouldn't even need to wait for the undead knight; he should have already let his resentment dissipate and annihilated himself.

What kept him going for so many days?
Because he always carried that umbrella with him.

The real him is inside that umbrella.

The old man outside was an empty shell that he released, deliberately given to the pursuers to cut off the tomb's pursuit of him.

The group walked back towards the restaurant entrance.

One of the better services at this restaurant is that the front desk can store guests' coats and umbrellas on rainy days.

Tan Wenbin had just finished paying the bill when the sweet-looking waitress smiled at him.

"My husband left his umbrella here, and I couldn't coax him into it no matter what I did, so I had to come and get it."

"Okay, I'll get it for you. Is this the one?"

"Yes, that's right."

The waiter handed me the umbrella.

Tan Wenbin reached out and caught it.

The umbrella appeared normal in the waiter's hands, but as soon as Tan Wenbin took it, rows of barbs appeared on the handle, piercing directly into Tan Wenbin's palm.

A torrent of terrifying and insane thoughts surged into Tan Wenbin's consciousness like a bursting dam:
"I want to live! I want to live! I want to survive!"

(End of this chapter)