Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 233: Chapter 37: Requesting Hong Yin’s Help

"I came to make a decision, I came for you, brother"

"I can’t possibly know how you should deal with this suffering, this torment is so intense. I only know that I cannot protect those villagers for much longer, I’m trying to find a way to protect them, but I can’t find a way to absorb this resentment, this dense... this resentment in the lake, there is a lake outside the village, this place has very many strange occurrences"

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Having spoken a string of words, she merely leaned into the white mist by her side, as she definitely didn’t want to cling to Hong Yin then.

The general idea is... the general idea is, if as expected a tall team leader and a short sister-in-law come to kiss, she suddenly thought, the white mist slightly bent down.

But she didn’t want the crowd to see her own ugliness, although her "air ball" was actually Hong Yin holding onto it.

"Brother, come down a little," she said.

"What are you talking about?"

This sudden declaration that she was leaving caught the white mist off guard.

"Brother, can you answer one thing for me, and then I can also leave?"

Hong Yin grabbed Liu Mu’s hand as he was about to walk away.

No matter what, their time was limited, they could only maintain their composure for so long.

Liu Mu and Nie Chong left the area, sinking into an illusionary whirlpool, fists small and frail confronted fists huge and massive.

"Avoid the hard to see, guard the important!"

Liu Mu Hao said,

Fifth Level raised his fist, touching Nie Chong’s white mist interface in the blink of an eye.

"Guard the important, Liu Mu."

However, it would be very difficult to bear the victory in another fight with Nie Chong, if Fifth Level stepped into the ninth level with the power of a new companion for real.

No one would question whether the strong team would actively seek out another powerful adversary.

Since I didn’t say anything about becoming stronger, because it’s not necessary, he didn’t respond, just nodded his head.

In retrospect, Fifth Level truly reflected on his own weaknesses, and Nie Chong’s verbal attacks did not provoke Fifth Level’s anger.

"What use is there in keeping this sword; the shield is more important than the sword. Liu Mu, you might surpass me if you take the strong step forward. You, Green Valley Jade, a small dwarf, since things are settled, both Liu Mu and I should leave," Nie Chong said.

Nie Chong said,

Suddenly understanding an event clearly, the white mist originally brought up to his eyes for a big farewell, watched the black fiery iron knight depart with the Forty-Two Path Serpent and its Nine Heads.

The gigantic illusion appeared once the Scaled Serpent’s interface was touched gently, and one of the nine serpent heads drooped down.

"You wait for me in the blood mist, I should also leave," he said.

Although it was only their first encounter, they seemed to share a mysterious connection.

He would only become more arrogantly aloof, unlike Lin Haigu, who had not experienced that kind of sorrowful ordeal, although Nie Chong also emerged from the tower. Lin Haigu had a different temperament.

Enduring the grand deception that caused countless deaths in the blood mist filled him with a heavy sorrow, which made Lin Haigu increasingly steadfast.

Not only did they undergo different experiences, their character transformations were also unequal. Both were born in the wilds, climbing and crawling, somewhat cold and ruthless yet also raw and warm-blooded.

In fact, the initial personality of the two, Nie Chong and Lin Haigu, was quite similar.

"Those weak small fry were never worthy of my cause."

"Aren’t you the very one calling for recruits, still not strong enough to solve?" Liu Mu questioned.

"Even though I am now a new traveler on the road to the food city, I will not stop seeking real strength. I won’t be distracted by many things, I have sought you out for nineteen years, and I will try to find you as soon as possible," Nie Chong said.

Nie Chong said,

He seemed carefree, not overly concerned.

The white mist could predict that something major was about to happen in the tall tower.

Was it really Zhong Xu, the greatest evil at the heart of that governing body of eight?

With Zhong Xu’s death, will they find a new head to lead the external forces of the Well as Fifth?

If they truly knew that the head of the governing body had died as Zhong Xu, what would they do, and where would they go from their own ranks?

Could the news of Zhong Xu’s death cause some sort of massive upheaval to be unleashed upon the tower?

Is there someone else pulling the strings, a person who possesses that information? How much longer can Zhong Xu’s death be concealed within this small, hierarchical group?

Hong Yin could not acknowledge this sentence.

"But you still need to be careful, even though having survived nineteen years in a dead and desolate place has toughened us up, despite the dangers, we must still exert all our efforts," said Lin Haigu, "I and Chuanbai will definitely build a safe haven that’s more secure than the external towers, only that the world within the towers is not without its own extreme dangers."

Hong Yin, facing the already morally fallen Lin Haigu, remained silent.

"Thank you, Hong Yin. Those nineteen years of waiting weren’t in vain, it wasn’t clinging to life out of a fear of death. There was no rotting in the earth, no decay among my brothers. Waiting to see their deaths, I would rather become dust and ashes myself," said Valley Qing with a look towards Lin Haigu and the Five Ninths.

The time of parting was imminent, as Lin Haigu and others had previously agreed to meet in the Red Mist District of the eating city, where Chuanbai awaited.

So the farewell came, foreseeing a great meeting to come.

That was the very basis they had established first, even though the two of them had different ultimate goals at this moment, they both had the same idea—one so clever it just might work.

But he wanted to gather a strong warband, a force to make their way to the Well. What really intrigued him was the idea of constructing a refuge.

Exposing this world as warped and convoluted at its origin—the Scaled Serpent was known by all as a traveler who revealed secrets, quite different from Hong Yin. Chuanbai also wished to gather a force but was ultimately aiming for the same thing.

The refuge had already taken the form of a fledgling, and though it was slowly becoming a reality, those nineteen years of waiting turned out to be lies related to the refuge that Lin Haigu and others had heard from Hong Yin’s mouth nineteen years ago.

This served as a clever foundation for a grand meeting, an occasion that was just coming into existence.

Prophecies are often abundant in this world, and this notion was an immediate spark of interest.

Even though it had only been a few months since he last saw Sharp Forest, time in the mist had passed differently. Perhaps Sharp Forest, which had become so powerful over the course of seven hundred years, was a bit embarrassed.

"That’s just a simple truth," said Jiang Yimei, outlining the key point. That was a familiar phrase of Jiang Yimei.

"You look more formidable than your uncle now, is that really you?"

Sharp Forest removed his mask, revealing his young face no longer tinged with green, a hint of a smile lighting up his features as he said, "Hehe, it’s me, your big uncle in disguise."

Jiang Yimei was able to relax a bit more in the presence of what could now be considered routine.

Afterwards, such mishaps were quite a hassle, this kind of unlucky encounter.

It was dangerous, especially during the month of unusual tranquility she had with the girl in the red dress, Chuanbai. Jiang Yimei gave Sharp Forest a strange feeling, a kind of familiar presence he couldn’t quite identify. However, Sharp Forest didn’t recognize Jiang Yimei at all.

It was strikingly familiar, Sharp Forest being particularly reminiscent of the older man’s aura, something about him made her feel intensely familiar.

This question had been troubling Jiang Yimei for some time.

"How can you two look so strikingly similar?" freewebnøvel.com

Sharp Forest looked back at her and, noticing she had dismounted, allowed himself some openness with Jiang Yimei.

"Then I will see you guys on the other side, good."

"That place will have a lot of protectors, it’s where the people will create their living spaces, where those school kids who have just escaped will be able to go, one day," said Chuanbai.

"Your uncle will be going there too, right?"

"That’s right."

"Won’t all those people show up in school, the ones who’ve just vanished?"

Jiang Yimei said nothing in reply, she just went on her way.

"They will become very good friends of yours. That girl who brings such unbearable pain to her family, it was she who mentioned you in the hospital that time," he said.

Jiang Yimei would never be able to forget that hospital, where she had encountered more than a handful of good souls during her life, where all of them had died.

"... I remember."

The figure with the strange face wasn’t actually from Sharp Forest; he was certain of that. He still couldn’t make out the shape and voice through the white fog,

He had not undergone any mental transformation either; he had just heard those two words at the hospital. His attitude towards this group of people was rather peculiar, considering that he was the same Lin Haigu from before. As White Mist mentioned those words at the time, Lin Haigu gave him a look, surmising his intentions.

"Do you still remember taking me to the hospital?"

"What? How did this, your little sister, come to be, Uncle?"

Jiang Yi nodded, after the black resentful energy barrier had been withdrawn.

Hong Yin moved away, and a vortex-like apparition formed.

"Brother, I will come looking for you, see you again."

Hong Yin uttered a peep, having no further reason to linger, trusting in White Mist’s command.

White Mist, having a resolute mind to explore beyond the tower, and not even half a year since his arrival in this world... What could possibly happen? He wouldn’t let himself succumb to some clichéd bridge episode,

The affairs at hand were not major; all you needed was to remain calm and collected, responding with a cool detachment. White Mist replied very aloofly to what was supposedly an alarming situation.

"I can guarantee I won’t be short of helpers, inside and outside the tower, they’re all my good friends. Mmm, you will have the opportunity to be introduced to them. This is one friend of mine from the high tower," White Mist continued, speaking of someone.

And although it wasn’t a fair comparison—each woman was better than me in her own right—Uncle was well-acquainted with some quite normal women. Still, at times, it all felt surprisingly strange.

Jiang Yi couldn’t help strongly contemplating this as her gaze, quite by chance, landed upon Yin Shuang, who was in the middle of administering some indistinct therapy.

People normally recognized Uncle easily amongst men and women. He had lived for seven hundred long years, Jiang Yi duly noted, giving it no further thought.

But how much did Uncle really know? Who was that woman from Hai Luo, Jiang Yi pondered with a puzzled look at White Mist.

Jiang Yi pointed at Hong Yin.

"Is she the woman from Hai Luo, the one you encountered in the mine last time, brother? Right?"

She was just about to touch the mask, her hand almost reaching for Hong Yin’s, but she suddenly recoiled.

"See you again."

"See you again, brother."

"I’ll prepare for the first opportunity to come looking for you. I’ll quickly handle all the important matters on this end so don’t you worry, okay?"

White Mist nodded in agreement.

He had realized that Hong Yin already considered herself half an individual by this day’s gathering, yet Nie Chongshan yearned to pull Hong Yin closer to him; this was also originally Nie Chongshan’s intended destination.

As for White Mist, he was plotting where to go next.

She might also have inadvertently likened herself to a little aunt in strength, having been saved by Hong Yin several times, or there might be some great complication in the area where Hong Yin resides,

Bai Mou... still relying on the guide’s wisdom to resolve this situation. Hong Yin was very active in the field.

However, the place could have been a marker of some sort, bearing hidden secrets. Old Wang remained unaware of the well’s location,

As for the area that extended towards the well outside the enclosure, that was a different district altogether from the village in the traveler’s description; White Mist remembered a lakeside village.

It was very likely that Little Aunt would be quite reluctant to ask for help herself, though she would have tried every possible method if it wasn’t too intrusive.

Realizing that this was Hong Yin seeking her help, White Mist took note.

Because pushing the plot forward was still more important than maintaining my own consistency, I decided not to write that particular cheerful scene, which each of you were excited to see, as it would seem out of character for me given my relatively thin backstory. However, I’m sure I will recover very quickly, even more so than before, after tonight at the latest, as I simply do not require the excitement of spring. Besides, an actual card will arrive soon enough, making things a bit fresher than before—though not by much. During this period, something eventful may occur, eventually starting the recovery process again and then smoothly incorporating the new storyline, perhaps the day after tomorrow or even tomorrow.

"What exactly can you understand from what I’ve said? How is it that your body seemingly has powers outside the norm in relation to time and space?"

White Mist spoke very casually with a composed demeanor, not shying away from the topic as he walked towards the two connecting castles over a suspended bridge in mid-air.

Not long after White Mist, Chuanbai, Fifth Level, and three others from the advance scouting team had left, they began to proceed towards the dining area.

It could be reasonably assumed that the white stone monument after Yin Shuang’s return would not attract too much attention; it was indeed the white area outside the fort. White Mist was very meticulous in his thought.

"Remember to come back from outside the fort," he affirmed.

Yin Shuang nodded gently.

"Yin Shuang, the long queue and I will handle it, you head back with the kids, Lin Wu Rou should still have some strength," said Xiao Yi.

But the white fog obscured too much. Although she couldn’t see the whole scene, she felt it was only in the dining area that one might encounter something very unpleasant—there had to be something she was hiding, and it wasn’t just anything, but the white fog didn’t allow too many people to see what it was.

At least the dining area wasn’t too dangerous, which somewhat eased Chestnut’s worry about letting someone go there.

White Fog looked back at Yin Shuang and Lin Wu Rou walking away.

"Just ask me whatever questions you have on the way to the dining area," she said as she walked.

"Heh heh, I have my own special way of opening it," she said.

Sharp Forest nodded at Lin Haigu’s question, said Sharp Forest.

"You shouldn’t need to use any specific tools or methods to open it, right?"

said White Fog.

The Fifth Level’s main hall became empty again, after having been crowded just a short while ago.

...

...

Chuanbai School was about to become bustling again, and that wasn’t bad for her either.

After touching the hilt of the sword, Jiang Yiyi also stepped into the phantom image, which was another clue she left behind.

White Fog didn’t immediately pursue the question. This child carried too many secrets.

Was Sharp Forest, a pure creature of that seventh century, rocking outside the tower, and how to avoid those negative properties? How difficult must it be to integrate with Sharp Forest’s body?

All of a sudden, White Fog thought of Jiang Yiyi’s symbiotic illness, which wasn’t typical, nor did it even apply.

But these sequences were very useful in the aspect of combat and were not in any way related to time-space power.

He could see Sharp Forest’s twenty-second rank companion power, he could also see the fifty-four sequences on Sharp Forest’s body.

His preparations were indeed different from those of seven hundred years ago, his eyes taking in everything. But the strangest place here was Sharp Forest, who had somehow become something like a time-space technique, to which White Fog had been paying close attention.

She knew Sharp Forest’s strength well but still didn’t understand why. She certainly hadn’t seen Sharp Forest before.

Jiang Yiyi felt that strange whiff of familiar energy once again... her eyes filled with confusion.

And to her surprise, the cursed energy in her hand was suddenly moved away.

A strange sensation surged through Jiang Yiyi’s right hand, encircled by a golden energy.

"Let me change that spell for you," said Lin Haigu at that moment, seeing Jiang Yiyi in an awkward situation. Unfortunately, he was someone who could bring misfortune, and Jiang Yiyi didn’t dare hold hands with Sharp Forest.

Sharp Forest was very enthusiastic, even reaching out his hand.

"That’s a friend of mine, you were friends of the previous generation, I’m called Sharp Forest, we definitely haven’t met before," said Sharp Forest.

"Right, we surely haven’t met before, but I always have this sense of familiarity with your energy," said Jiang Yiyi.

After thinking it over, it wasn’t too strange that a mere child, still fresh with the innocence of youth, could be something like a beacon of trust.

Inside, White Fog saw that this child, albeit seemingly mature, was as ever, a big boy...

Sharp Forest was still somewhat bashful, touching the back of his head.

"It’s really the predecessors who are formidable, I’m just a bit lucky," Sharp Forest said, waving his hand.

It was indeed sudden, being called a crybaby just a while ago, let alone surpassing one in these few months. But in White Fog’s timeline, perhaps Sharp Forest had really changed this much in seven hundred years. White Fog felt a lot little more than a little awkward.