Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1213 - 219:

Aunt Xiang Hou covered her face, suppressing her sobs, but she still shook her head firmly, hoping her mother could continue staying in the hospital.

Bringing her home would mean preparing for a funeral and waiting for death.

She didn't want to accept this result.

When Xiang Hou returned, she had wiped away her tears, though her eyes and the tip of her nose were slightly red. She sat down and began peeling an apple for her mother, cutting it into pieces and feeding them to her.

Liu Jinxia: "You eat too, this apple is sweet."

"Mom, you eat first, there's more here."

"Then eat a few less, save some for Cui Cui after school."

"She's still young; she'll have plenty of chances to eat good things later."

"You, the first mom I've seen who competes with her daughter for food."

Li Zhiyuan walked out of the hospital room, and at the end of the corridor on the terrace, he saw Grandmaster squatting there, smoking.

Of course, Grandmaster recognized it; Liu Jinxia was experiencing a last burst of radiance before her end.

When Li Zhiyuan walked over, Grandmaster sighed and said, "People, true or false."

He really didn't expect that on a trip, he'd return to witness the departure of his old friend.

Li Zhiyuan spoke: "Grandmaster, actually…"

Li Sanjiang interrupted, "Actually, I understand. When people reach this age, it happens. Little Yuanhou, you never know when I might…"

Li Sanjiang stood up and brushed his trousers, "I'll go call Shan Pao from the village, ask him to come and see Liu Xiazi, given our years of friendship."

Li Zhiyuan kept his hands in his pockets, watching Grandmaster leave quickly.

The young man was accustomed to it.

Grandmaster was a clever and insightful person, but sometimes he'd be influenced by Luck and feign ignorance.

He was about to tell Grandmaster that there was a way to save her, but Grandmaster didn't listen, likely avoiding it under Luck's influence.

Such things had happened many times before.

It seemed Luck didn't want to meddle in this matter.

Li Zhiyuan slowly followed over as Grandmaster finished his call: "Little Yuanhou, stay here. I'm going out to buy some regular fruits."

"Alright."

After Li Sanjiang left, Li Zhiyuan picked up the phone and dialed the university affordable store.

"Hello."

On the other end was Lu Yi.

"It's me."

"Brother Xiao Yuan!"

Over the phone, Lu Yi immediately sat up straight and quickly grabbed a pen from the counter, moving the notebook in front of him.

Li Zhiyuan asked Lu Yi to help call Aunt Zhang's small shop and inform Run Sheng and them to prepare some needed things.

After hanging up, Li Zhiyuan returned to the hospital room.

The reason he didn't call himself was because Aunt Zhang had to find people first, too troublesome, and some things couldn't be said directly to Aunt Zhang. With Lu Yi as a voice intermediary, it was more convenient.

Li Zhiyuan walked into the hospital room and continued observing Liu Jinxia, pondering the reasonable method to break the curse.

"Little Yuanhou, how was Beijing?"

Liu Jinxia "looked better," willing to talk now.

"It's fun."

"You're bringing luck to your Grandmaster, haha."

"That's a prize he won himself."

"No way he'd dare to go to Beijing alone. Ah, truly envious of Marquis Sanjiang, carefree all his life, and in the end, welcomed home good kids."

"Grandma Liu, my Grandmaster brought gifts back for you."

"Ha, what gifts, just flattery."

Aunt Xiang Hou handed an apple she just peeled to Li Zhiyuan.

"Thank you, Aunt Xiang Hou."

Aunt Xiang Hou asked, "Little Yuanhou, did you see your mother in Beijing?"

"I saw her, she asked me to send her regards to you."

Aunt Xiang Hou smiled, tidying her hair.

Liu Jinxia heard this, turned her face, and pursed her lips.

She didn't believe Lan Hou would say such a thing; clearly, Little Yuanhou made it up.

Liu Jinxia had long known Lan Hou's uniqueness, very smart but lacking interpersonal warmth.

Back then, the reason she liked to hang out with her daughter was because her daughter had no other friends, quiet and not annoying, could help with errands.

Her daughter was simple-minded, still considering Lan Hou a childhood friend up to now.

This bottle of IV drip was about to be finished; Aunt Xiang Hou stood up:

"I'll call the nurse to change the saline bottle."

After Aunt Xiang Hou left, only Liu Jinxia and Li Zhiyuan remained in the hospital room.

Liu Jinxia: "Little Yuanhou, help Grandma open the bedside cabinet, see if there's a ball of yarn."

"Okay."

Li Zhiyuan walked over, opened the drawer first; there was nothing. He crouched down to open the cabinet below, finding two candles, a bottle of ink, a brush, and a round ball wrapped in several layers of newspaper.

He had seen these items before; back then, when he was haunted by Little Huang Ying and fell into a coma, Liu Jinxia and Li Juxiang used these items to help break him free.

It seemed Aunt Xiang Hou planned to use this method again to ward off disaster and extend her mother's life.

Unexpectedly, she thought the same thing.

Since the curse couldn't be removed from Liu Jinxia, the solution was to transfer it.

However, the curse was fierce, even if Aunt Xiang Hou was strong, she might not withstand it.

Cui Cui… might be able to.

But whether she can withstand it is one thing, whether it can be transferred is another.

Those with strong life charts naturally aren't easily cursed.

If you curse someone with a strong fate, you have to worry about being countered.

The person who cursed Liu Jinxia was skilled; she was successfully cursed, but because her life chart was so strong, the curse power was deeply hidden.

This curse was also special; when he previously investigated and planned to work on it, it was visibly agitated.

A curse with self-awareness, how could it easily leave after finally entering the tiger's den, only to enter the dragon's lair again?