Chapter 397: The Will

"Are your memories connected?" Qi Xia asked.

"It seems so for now."

"That means you two can't know each other's thoughts, and naturally, you can't synchronize your memories either..."

"No..." Chen Jun Nan raised his hand to interrupt Qi Xia, "If we're talking about 'communication'... there is a way for us to know each other's thoughts."

"What?"

After hearing this, Chen Jun Nan smiled slightly and pulled a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, unfolding it in front of Qi Xia.

"Because I've died so many times, I've made it a habit to leave a will... Originally, this will was meant for you, but by some twist of fate, it ended up back in my hands."

Qi Xia leaned in to look. The will was written very messily—he couldn't tell if Chen Jun Nan's handwriting was always like that or if it had been written in a state of panic.

...

Old Qi, by the time you see this letter, I'm probably dead.

How about that?

Scary opening, right?

Ha ha ha ha.

I'm planning to swing by Di She's territory. If I make it back alive, I'll tell you all about my glorious exploits. If not, I'll save it for next time—either way, you'll have to listen.

Of course, it's also possible I got carried away and bet my life against him, so the outcome's up in the air.

No matter what, as long as this will is still around, you can probably imagine my dashing figure.

Oh, right, I remember what I wanted to say. Tian She is extremely protective, so if I really take down Di She, there's a good chance a Shu Dazi will come after me. Since you and I came from the same room, you might get targeted too.

In other words, if you see that Shu Dazi, it proves Tian She has left the train. And legend has it that Tian She is Tian Long's right-hand man, so if even Tian She has left the train, it means all the Tian-level ones are on the move. I suggest you dig a hole and escape.

I've only seen three of the 'Tian-level' zodiac figures, and each one is more troublesome than the last.

But on the flip side, if Tian She doesn't show up, wait for me to come back before you act.

I suspect I'm the only one left in the 'Zhong Yan Zhi Di' who has witnessed the methods of Tian Ma and Tian Hu and still remembers them.

That's it for now. Best regards.

No need to reply—I won't get it anyway.

...

After reading the "will," Qi Xia looked up again and stared into Chen Jun Nan's eyes.

Yes, there was something he hadn't mentioned.

About the "Tian-level" ones.

From what Chen Jun Nan had just described, their experiences weren't enough to encounter the "Tian-level" ones. So, how did Chen Jun Nan know about them?

"The three... people mentioned here." Qi Xia omitted unnecessary words as he said to Chen Jun Nan, "Where did you see them?"

"Before you 'disappeared.'" Chen Jun Nan replied, "At that time, half of the... people were mobilized, and they even started a game."

"What...?" Qi Xia raised his eyebrows, "What kind of game was it?"

"It was basically a 'shuffling game.'" Chen Jun Nan sighed, "In their game, we don't even have to think about how to 'win'—just surviving is already a stroke of luck."

Just then, the figure leaning against the wall outside the door finally approached.

Everyone turned to look, and there stood Qian Wu, holding a cigarette.

Chen Jun Nan sized up this woman, not recognizing her at first, until his gaze lingered on the scar on her left cheek, and then he suddenly smiled: "Qian Duo Duo?"

"It's me, Chen Da Wa."

Only then did Qi Xia and Qiao Jia Jin confirm that this woman, who seemed so scheming, really had the name "Qian Duo Duo."

"Little Qian Bean!!" Chen Jun Nan looked especially pleased, taking two steps forward and grabbing Qian Wu's shoulders, "You still remember me? This trip wasn't for nothing!"

At that moment, Qian Wu suddenly transformed into a man, his build identical to Chen Jun Nan's.

"Hey, you're 'echoing' right now?"

"Yeah, I feel a bit sorry about it—I was eavesdropping outside the door for so long..."

"What are you talking about? Us chatting like this means we don't see you as an outsider." Chen Jun Nan laughed it off.

"I get it." Qian Wu nodded, then looked at everyone with a serious expression, "I just heard you mention 'game,' and I wanted to remind you all that it's getting late today—you should rest soon."

After saying that, he glanced around at the people in the room and furrowed his brow deeply.

Qi Xia understood what Qian Wu meant.

The topic he and Chen Jun Nan were discussing was sensitive, and any sentence could potentially be overheard.

But what did this "overhearing" even mean?

He had once, without any caution, boldly told Chen Jun Nan on the rooftop of "Tian Tang Kou" that he was that "huge echo." If someone was really listening, he would have been taken away by the "Tian-level" ones by now.

In other words... what they were saying might just "possibly" be overheard.

"I think you're right..." Qi Xia nodded and signaled to those around him with his eyes, "It's late today—we should really rest."

Chen Jun Nan and Qiao Jia Jin both nodded in agreement.

"Well, it's not early anymore, so I'll go find a place to rest first." Chen Jun Nan patted Qi Xia and Qiao Jia Jin on the shoulders.

"Cheater..." Qiao Jia Jin stood up, glanced back at Qian Wu, nodded to him, and the two left the cell together.

Now, only Qi Xia and Zheng Ying Xiong remained in the room.

As Qi Xia was about to find a place to rest, he noticed something off about the child in front of him.

He had been wiping his nose nonstop, and his cheeks were already smeared with fresh blood.

"Hey..." Qi Xia frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." Zheng Ying Xiong sniffed, stopping the nosebleed for a few seconds, but it soon started flowing again, "It's an old problem... I've always been like this..."

"What kind of old problem is this...?"

Qi Xia helped Zheng Ying Xiong sit on a chair, tilted his head forward, and pinched his nose.

"Do you get nosebleeds often?"

"Um..." Ying Xiong answered softly, "What are you doing? Shouldn't I tilt my head back?"

"No." Qi Xia replied, "Tilting your head back when a nosebleed won't stop will make all the blood flow into your stomach. That won't help it clot and could even damage your digestive tract and airways."

"Oh, really...?"

Qi Xia kept pinching Zheng Ying Xiong's nose, but after a minute, he furrowed his brow.

Normally, pinching the nose would let the blood clot on its own and stop, but this child's nosebleed seemed to be getting worse, already seeping through his fingers.

"This doesn't seem like a regular nosebleed—you might be injured..."

Qi Xia let go, and instantly, a large splash of fresh blood poured from Zheng Ying Xiong's nostril. The blood showed no sign of clotting and kept flowing.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly tore off a strip of cloth and stuffed it into Zheng Ying Xiong's nose.

"I'm fine... really..." Zheng Ying Xiong waved his hands repeatedly, "This nosebleed will stop after a while..."

Qi Xia looked at Zheng Ying Xiong and sighed involuntarily.

Could it be because this child was a "Ling Xiu" that his nose was injured like this?