Run Sheng has a special sensitivity to the aura of death.

Li Zhiyuan trusts Run Sheng's judgment.

However, the young man did not discern much panic from the woman's phrase "that's my husband."

"Stay away from her!"

Run Sheng grabbed Tan Wenbin's arm, the air gate opened, what was earlier just ordinary swimming now seemed like a fish thrown into water, instantly speeding up and distancing from the woman.

With the woman's position as the center, stalks of withered grass were emerging, but this was only the part visible above the water. Below the surface, there were strawmen with talisman paper on their backs, lurking.

And the man wearing the bamboo hat finally lifted his head, revealing a face full of dynamic scars, looking ahead at the trio with a scrutinizing gaze.

Anyone seeing their wife and child surrounded by three unfamiliar men would have thoughts in such a situation.

Li Zhiyuan decisively chose to avoid, effectively expressing his stance, preventing a conflict from breaking out.

Because he had no reason to create friction with the other party.

Theoretically, everyone was in the same exam field, despite different papers but with consistent topics. They solve the first wave, then we clean up.

Any unnecessary expenditure from their team could potentially lower their completion rate for this wave, hence raising difficulty when our team steps in.

The smartest approach is, not only not to drag them back, but also to provide some assistance, helping them complete that wave perfectly, thereby weakening our own wave's difficulties, even... guiding it to a solution.

The other party removed their means, strawmen emerged from the water, then slowly dispersed, talisman papers fluttering on the lake surface.

Li Zhiyuan glanced over and recognized it as a Chenzhou Talisman.

The man with the raincoat didn't move; the woman gently pushed the cradle towards him.

Li Zhiyuan: "He's injured, and quite seriously."

In a sleeping bag, two people cannot become one.

The woman, when speaking of her husband, was immensely proud, hence this person must be extremely self-assured.

Li Zhiyuan looked around, then pointed towards the nearest shore, his three companions heading there first.

After hearing his wife's account, the man with the raincoat moved towards that shore.

Once ashore, he revealed his true form.

Li Zhiyuan smelled a strong aura of death.

There were many scars on his body, some festering, old wounds reopening, especially on his face, where thick rough scars seemed to be squirming.

"Nantong Corpse Recovery Li?"

The voice was hoarse, weary.

Li Zhiyuan stepped forward two paces, nodding to him: "That's me."

"My wife is kind-hearted, prone to deception."

"Your respectable wife is wise, not easily fooled."

The man with the raincoat stared at Li Zhiyuan, raising his voice suddenly, asked solemnly: "Corpse Recovery Li, have you ever lit the lamp!"

When the woman asked this, it felt different compared to when the man asked.

The questioning sensation, like a ship approaching, creating waves, impacting you.

An invisible gust seemed to come straight at the young man; however, upon touching him, it quickly dissipated, perhaps even the gust itself felt diffident.

In Jianghu, behind agreed conventions, there's inevitably rules causing them to form this way.

On a superficial level, it's called spirit; delving deeper, it's the river eying your courage.

Hence, even if terrified to tears by the river, as long as you don't wish to light the lamp again, you must loudly shout your slogan through tears.

But, on Li Zhiyuan's side, a breach emerged in the river.

It's because it broke the rules initially, enveloping Li Zhiyuan into the river before he lit the lamp and swore clearly.

This inherent procedural unfairness led to its loss of binding force on Li Zhiyuan here.

The youth can question Zhao Yi, whom cannot avoid it.

But the youth himself can casually pick an identity and apply it to himself.

This is originally a minor, inconsequential "flaw," but when Li Zhiyuan began further contention with the "examiner," like now, this "flaw" can exert substantial effect.

Lighting the lamp for crossing, everyone are opponents; evading this identity remarkably reduces apprehension.

Li Zhiyuan: "I have yet to light the lamp."

The man in the raincoat upon hearing this, indeed eased his gaze.

He clasped his hands together, addressing Li Zhiyuan: "Changsha's wild Xiong Shan!"

Li Zhiyuan was slightly stunned, today encountering a simpler greeting than his "Nantong Corpse Recovery Li."

Xiong Shan beamed with pride, asking: "Have you not heard of this?"

Claiming to be wild without clan or sect, reaching this stage on one's own ability is his pride, akin to Zhu Yuanzhang not erasing his history as a beggar upon becoming emperor.

Li Zhiyuan purposely played to his strengths, responding: "Indeed, unheard of."

"Hahaha!"

Xiong Shan burst into hearty laughter, the wife looking at her husband from the side, also smiling.

"Not hearing about it is right; I have no sect nor faction, just abducted as a sacrificial child by an immoral villain during childhood. After years of suffering, I found an opportunity to kill him, took his possessions, thus entering this line of work.

Later, pondering myself, lit the lamp, wandered Jianghu till now, befriending brothers, met my wife, and had a child."

Li Zhiyuan: "Respect!"

Xiong Shan looked at Li Zhiyuan, saying: "I'm a crude man, wandering Jianghu, have gained much knowledge though never heard of Nantong Corpse Recovery Li, but my wife says you're capable and quite young, fearing one day a flood dragon will rise on the surface."

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