Free Web NovelChapter 309: Chapter 113: Yan Zizai’s Interrogation
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Watching Jiuyan, people would not necessarily see the obvious... Someone’s banquet, how could it not be joyful, but Jiuyan’s story ended unexpectedly, but he spoke about how unsuitable this event was for him
Only a vague guess as to why Jiuyan would return to the family banquet
Also, because people here like this kind of place, a mental institution, one could feel no safety or recognition, and the many words spoken by this young girl made people feel heartache
"I feel like I’m the weird one here, I don’t want to stay in this place... I really want to go back, Baiwu,"
"...But they won’t let me, I want to go back to the mental institution, it’s only my family that suddenly wants me back, I don’t know what happened, Baiwu. I’m not crying... It’s me,"
Jiuyan said, nodding her head and wiping away her tears:
"Stop crying, talk about what happened, it’s going to be okay."
She obviously had nothing in common with those people at all
But she transformed the once chaotic world into her own little universe precisely because Baiwu existed. As for the mental hospital that wasn’t too large, she saw it as an opportunity to redefine normality
All the while, Jiuyan, who didn’t know what happiness and joy meant, only felt lost and anxious, despite her eyes slowly drying from tears. These days, her heart was in turmoil, wandering alone
But Baiwu would
Without anyone to care about those mad people, if they spoke out, they would only be deemed crazy, and this situation made no sense at all
However, Jiuyan felt it was difficult to explain her relationship with those psychiatric patients. She thought that as she got better, they would too, and she always felt that when they experienced hardships, hers would also improve
This person was like one led through life by the crumbling of his own heart. This secret code. Having a code every person carried within themselves, within this world
"I’ve already arranged for someone to treat and patch up the top floor that got pierced; it’s not a big issue. The nurses and doctors all said there was nothing wrong, and they’re just happily reading books and playing chess. Everything has been taken care of, they’re already gone once I left,"
"You need to come and see for yourself, big family! Are you currently in the mental institution?"
"What about your business, come on, talk."
Baiwu felt a certain distaste, but it was her own return that sparked joy, not the tears shared by the little aunty. Her assertion was a tangible proof that Jiuyan was at that very moment in the high tower of the third floor of the mental institution
"You’ve been gone for so many days, I still miss you, I came back because of you! You’ve come back, it’s so good... Baiwu"
Even though her tears kept flowing, Jiuyan couldn’t muster a smile on her face at that moment by the sea spiral
Yet, seeing Baiwu’s face very quickly seemed to be her unique connection with the "sea spiral", which belonged solely to her
Even the sound of Baiwu’s voice suddenly emerging made Jiuyan almost believe she had hallucinated because of how deeply ingrained it was in her mind
"Where are you now, Jiuyan?"
This name, this miraculous word, was hardest for her when she was at her lowest ebb
She had been doing nothing but silently chanting some name in her heart, unwilling to think or draw anything, hobbled in a corner of her luxurious chamber for several consecutive days
She had only just realized that she had always been wrong, forcefully taken back by the knowledgeable Yan, until now, she felt that what they had was love, even though for all these years she thought it was just a familial bond
First it was familial affection, then friendship, and finally, love
—Human relationships must go through a sequence of emotions. That’s the reason why she suddenly realized she was this strange thing, because what she and Baiwu were talking about was different from that sequence
But it was completely meaningless, though it expressed her own attitude, she went along with the conversations, not differing from Jiuyan’s days where her father’s words had no opening for departure
Suddenly she felt like a stranger, Dugu
She didn’t open up at all upon returning to the place Jiuyan had called home during her childhood
(See you next month, with gratitude for the support of this month, thank you, family. The main reason for this drama is to avoid the difficult things this month, not because I am unable to write. The volume name of our heroes cannot avoid certain dramas—especially since at least for now, I still think it’s very incongruous to talk about love in this environment. This book won’t necessarily write a romantic plot, because, funnily enough, I will certainly not be writing a female love scene in the next installment, you can rest assured, dear readers.)
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Suddenly, Baiwu felt as though she was being soul-searched in an intense way, but while looking at Yan’s anxious expression, she knew she would directly voice her true thoughts, as this sentence came out very unexpectedly and changed the norm
"White Mist, what did little Jiuyan do to you?"
Yan Zizai suddenly said:
"Is Jiuyan Yan our big brother? But why does it feel just right that old ancestor forced a marriage upon us seven hundred years ago? White Mist, you understand, don’t you?"
"The selection of an heir only happens after the old ancestor’s choice. Since there are only two men in every generation of the Yan family, the man of the family may marry, as may the woman of the family, as she is welcomed into the Fourth Level as an in-law."
Yan Zizai said, and because there were some bad things said by outsiders, White Mist didn’t finish speaking.
"...heirs of the Yan family, you guys? Children?"
White Mist said, frowning.
Yan Zizai, with a bit of resignation in his voice, "The old ancestor considered himself to have an heir, that’s the Yan family."
White Mist asked, "What kind of situation is it? Tell me."
Either she had been forcibly taken away, or perhaps it was only this time before she left on a trip, it was obvious that Jiuyan came to retrieve something. In Jiuyan’s room, there were just two people, and Jiuyan’s things were not picked up; instead, they were in the house.
Yan Zizai would be here looking for himself in this place, White Mist knew, but the two people did not actually have a set meeting point. If Yan Zizai happened to come over in time, then it was nightfall.
Ma Li had not left; he was waiting for Yan Zizai to come. After White Mist got to know Jiuyan’s situation, they were at the third level of the high tower.
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"...I will wait for your news here, now that you know I am... good."
Although he knew Jiuyan hoped for a harmonious relationship with himself, Yan Zizai still did not fully endorse White Mist’s attitude, because of this side of Yan and Jiuyan, White Mist was not actually sure.
White Mist, not entirely pleased with the attitude, as Yan Zizai had to decide how to handle it, because of this side of Yan and Jiuyan.
"Even though he and I are both troubled twice over, of course."
"Really, are you listening to your uncle’s wishes? Really?"
"You don’t need to worry about me, I will arrange everything very well; the whole family is very good. I’ll take care of this craziness, you just stay there, no need to hurry for now."
The Yan family estate, Fifth Level high tower.
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It was at this time that White Mist finally got through to Jiuyan by the sea snail.
With White Mist’s indication, Zheng Duoxi was no longer madly demented; instead, he began looking after the madman as his guardian. Although the fool did not laugh or cry, still he continued to read the book, comforting him, one pat after another coming down.
The appearance of Jiuyan, who had opened up this kind of quiet, actually shattered White Mist’s inner surprise.
The sentence might have been understood by White Mist as a demand for pursuit in truth; however, to an outsider looking at the world of the mentally ill, it looked very chaotic, but to the person from this madhouse, it was coherent.
However, having witnessed the change in the environment after the accident, the book reader said that something didn’t taste right anymore: the book pages, once scattered, were now neatly compiled by White Mist following him.
Both old men, once they calmed down just a bit, started setting up the chessboard very quickly.
It was indeed difficult to manage against the onslaught of the madman’s mental waves.
"She will only open her heart if you are like this, you need to stay the same as you were before, before this; but I will find her and bring her back, you guys don’t worry. She will come back, she’s only gone out for a little while."
White Mist had just arrived, talking to himself, but after the arrival of the other, the old men started playing chess, repeating their own words to themselves.
"...can’t find... can’t find..."
"How can’t I find her if I look... ah, she’s gone... ah, she’s gone..."
The two old men are very worried, but still refuse to stop playing chess.
It was Erleipu who, by relying on his vision, pointed out that White Mist hadn’t gone forward to the large building of Jiuyan on the Sixth Level of the hospital.
The clutter was seemingly scattered around in a haphazard manner, yet there was a person who, as if compelled by some obsessive disorder, made sure every item was neatly placed and wiped clean.
How should one feel about this shape of things?
On the edges of his consciousness, an irritability was sticking to him, though he knew not of it—he felt no anger in his normal state. Yet he was suddenly awash with a sense of unease.
Zheng Duo’s madness appeared to be getting out of hand; it seemed she no longer cared. Meanwhile, Yan Zizai was lying in the break room for respite, altogether different from his usual self each time, as if he were not quite the Zheng Duo who was crazily deranged.
His throat was hoarse with a bit of a bark, while he continued crying like a foolish child, his face wet with tears and snot.
He always mismatched the pages of the book he was reading, not deliberately, but because of his disordered cognitive sequence. Yet he slowly and carefully began putting the book back together, no longer reading.
Like two people who had become like ants in a courtyard without rules, walking aimlessly—one because he was tirelessly searching for a chess piece that was ever elusive, and the other had already lost all anxiety.
Each time it seemed as though the area retreated backwards, becoming gradually more serene—as if this very place itself.
The inner courtyard let in some white fog that made strangers feel like a picturesque scene had invaded.
Because of people around him, Jiuyan never used the seashell link before, but he could vaguely guess some situations of Jiuyan’s past.
After leaving the Jiaxie home, Jing prepared to visit the madhouse.
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Changing the subject without a direct response, Xie Yingjie did not reply to this sentence.
"If no one is going to pay me back, then I shall leave to do so; the world owes me a debt of instruction."
Jing said,
It didn’t matter whether they would be back in half an hour or not.
Those returning to the black sector of Mechanism City were not enemies, but guardians with the designation "Zero", solely because they could maintain activity in coming and going from Jing’s area.
"Have you ever thought that maybe there is no danger as strong as Mechanism City, but perhaps there’s a place that holds something even more perilous?"
"Yes."
"Will you go to the Lamplight Town afterwards?"
Somehow, outside the Tower, mankind still depended upon the relationship of hunters and prey, humans and their fallen status; it was difficult for them to survive...
The notion that Xie Yingjie might fall dead at any moment was immediately dismissed by Jing.
Could he truly be some savior of the world, or was he not? Jing began to perceive the feeling slowly.
In the seven hundred passing years, he found the previously unbelievable prophecy about him all too absurd, filled with many unbelievable events.
This made his view of Jing increasingly complex and intricate.
Seven hundred years later, excluding himself, Jing was the only person to have ventured to that other place. Even Well Four had told Well Six, who had taught him years ago.
"You will not be the savior, but you will guide the savior."
So many events he had gone through and everything Jing’s demeanor and steady confidence showed his astonishing observation, which increasingly surprised Xie Yingjie.
In the time to follow, Xie Yingjie and Jing discussed continuing on to Mechanism City for a while.
If he truly considered going to Mechanism City, then the ownership of the Elixir of Life, which only the rulers had, didn’t really matter; what truly counted was the huge boulder overhead that hadn’t been moved yet, but no one else knew of this situation except for Jing and Zero, who knew that Jing only had seven days left to live.
"Your enterprise is not in vain; having seen today, the quest for the Fountain of Youth ceases to be worthwhile for me. After all, Tower is full of various abilities, including maintaining human life or transforming into a mechanical being or becoming one of the fallen. It is," Jing said.
"There are numerous ways to acquire longevity in Tower; the very concept of life in itself is nothing but meaningless numbers. Don’t you always feel that you are capable of such powers? Should I congratulate your luck?" Jing retorted, examining the truly unfiltered traits of the still essentially unadulterated Well water.
But I feel nothing? So this is how it takes effect, after all.
]"Even though immortality is still not within reach, you have managed to extend your lifespan by a hundred years, Well, who could’ve expected that? And yet, despite this, you can barely lay a hand on him. Who’s there wishing you a century-long life in secret now?"[
Xia Xie slightly marveled, it was indeed a bit greedy to covet just a wisp of white mist for once—having completed all of this.
The white mist could no longer bother to think further, life needed to be urgently sustained.
If drinking the true Well water would actually weaken oneself, what would be the consequences of excessive drinking? From a certain angle, these two things seemed somewhat similar to Well Six and the drops of Well water given out, weren’t they?
This woman who brought the news really said too much.
The white mist very much wanted to see Well Six again. As for the news about Well Six, it definitely originated from Chuanbai, Chu Qing had found out about the existence of the Seventh Level before reaching the high tower.
These waters from Well Six, were they meaningful in any way on the Sixth Level... If everything on the Fifth Level would follow suit. What will be the Well water’s appearance when it’s found within the high tower?
The white mist was a little surprised. What was this playful idea of using Well water as a filter after all?
Well water?
]"Because of this particular type of life-sustaining pill that is produced by resisting the properties of the Well water, it’s very possible that this could cause your body to produce some form of suppression. If you drink too much, it’s definitely not the best option, but just one sip could sharpen the mind, two could strengthen the body without fatigue, and three could prolong life without aging. The effects are quite straightforward, but the danger still diminishes by filtering some of the water’s properties."[
Opening the silver-colored metal box, which was about the size of a small canteen or even smaller, the white mist took a look inside.
"Then I also shouldn’t drink this thing."
"That’s right, for now."
"Might Dugu only know of one guardian from Jiaxie’s family?"
Could it be unrelated to Jiuyan’s sudden event, by any chance?
It was true that the person at Jiuyan’s house held a certain stake, although he was killed very quickly during his own assassination attempt. This was what that last undercover had said last time he encountered him.
White mist suddenly felt an understanding of the situation.
"That could explain why several of them might pass on the elixir of life to their offspring. They’ve encountered the right kind of person. It makes sense."
"Isn’t it one guardian who never stops existing in one of the other Sixth branches? That’s your understanding, isn’t it?"
"Yes, that is so."
"So each of your families has five immortals? Is that what you are saying?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"Just one drop is enough for three people to drink. Jiaxie and I both know this. It can bring about a physique that is almost completely resistant to all diseases, and even extend life. At the earliest time, the elixir of life was stored right here in this head, in a small container, which is the eternal spring in its purest form."
For White Mist, the golden metal box at this moment was the most essential Well water.
Inside the room deep within the Sixth Level, a silver-colored metal bar-shaped box appeared before White Mist’s eyes.
Chu Qing could not even measure up to Jiaxie.
It has always been Erleipu who would recall memories of visiting significant places to store important things, including the twelfth floor. Places for the families to rest, such as the playrooms for Wang’s children as of peak years, were much less important compared to several science and technology levels.
This level within the mansion—the light forest city where the family of scientists would rest—housed Jiaxie’s hidden treasure, the elixir of life from Jiaxie’s family, on the sixtieth floor of the highrise.
Perhaps it was because of drinking the elixir of life that he qualified to become a guardian.
Because he already thought of leaving some for the family to keep, they had already thought of using the elixir for self-preservation after the reign of the eighth ruler. Especially since people in the lower floors of the high tower were already considering using it to extend their lives.
But since each family received a portion of the elixir of life, even using this playful idea was no longer economically viable. All the great families were complicit, each of them secured a portion of the elixir for their own use.
Eventually, they all made their own choices, desperate to align with its interests, utterly defying any external force that could threaten them.
Even if they continued to follow their long-standing ways, the weak wouldn’t change their position in the world one bit, the so-called immortals were all extremely abnormal rulers among the eight. Land was no longer that important if they had already gained immortality.
After all, immortality was what countless emperors and people throughout history had fixated on. The elixir of life.
(Eventually, the White Silver Alliance’s random machine could no longer be improved beyond 42/100 completion.)
