Chapter 710
Chapter 710
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 710
>Chapter Title: Help
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The conversation with Qing Wanglai continued. Surprisingly, despite their differing views, neither side argued.
Qing Wanglai turned back to Li Huowang. "Although this is our first meeting, since Qian Fu says he's going to help you, that means we're allies on our side. He has a talent for this sort of thing."
Li Huowang scratched his scalp in headache. Far from clearing up his confusion, the man's words only muddled his mind further. "I'm just curious—how did you even get on the same page with him? Your worldviews don't match at all!"
"Because we're fake. We have flesh and blood, but we're projections—genuinely fake. True reality absolutely exists, and absolute truth is absolute, but that truth transcends our perception. It's beyond what you or I can sense."
"So if we're all fake anyway, why care about how others think?"
"Heh, I don't believe things are the way they say, but everyone's thoughts are unique. There's no need for me to force my views on them. I respect their ideas." Qing Wanglai raised his teacup toward Qian Fu's buddy, Chen Hongyu.
Through the screen, Li Huowang stared at the man's profile, pondering deeply. He harbored strong doubts about what this guy was saying.
It was just a glimpse, but he'd seen it—Qing Wanglai had just taken psychiatric medication.
The man might seem profoundly knowledgeable, but mental illness had nothing to do with intelligence.
On the contrary, from years of observation, smart people were slightly more prone to mental illness than average. The dumber someone was, the less likely they were to go mad.
"It's our first meeting, so I understand your reservations, but rest assured, I really am helping you. Besides, you're the one in trouble right now, not us—regardless of whose projections those people are."
Li Huowang was temporarily convinced. Fair enough—if the man was willing to help, no matter his motives, wearing suspicion on his sleeve at a time like this would look bad.
Even if he stayed wary, he'd keep it to himself.
"Sorry, Mr. Qing. This whole thing is just too bizarre—I had to ask a few extra questions. So, what's your plan to get me out of this mess?"
"In today's world, getting things done means relying on connections. I know plenty of people in that regard who can lend a hand, and your situation isn't all that serious."
"Just sit tight at home for this. We'll find people and figure something out. You should hear back soon. Once you're out, we can discuss the next steps."
"Find people? Not more mentally ill folks, I hope?" Li Huowang furrowed his brow in thought.
He wanted more details, but the man seemed unwilling to elaborate.
"Let's wrap it up for today, then. I've got something else to attend to. Oh, right—add me on WeChat for easy contact." With that, Qing Wanglai stood up.
Once Li Huowang got Qing Wanglai's contact info, the matter reached a temporary close. All his recent efforts hadn't been in vain—at least things were progressing.
After seeing them off at the university gate, Qing Wanglai left. Just as Li Huowang was about to end the video call, he saw Qian Fu bolt straight for a trash can. The man plunged an arm inside, licking his lips as he rummaged, drawing plenty of odd stares.
"Qian Fu! What the hell are you doing? Act normal!"
Qian Fu turned around holding half a cup of milk tea, defending himself righteously. "Me, crazy? This stuff's still edible! What's wrong with picking it up to avoid waste? How am I crazy? Plenty of people in this world go hungry! Those who toss food away casually? They're the real nutcases!"
Li Huowang was momentarily stumped, at a loss for words. This guy's train of thought was anything but normal.
Once Chen Hongyu dragged Qian Fu away by force, Li Huowang closed the video.
Alone in his bedroom, Li Huowang replayed everything he'd just heard, combing through for anything he might have missed.
Ding-dong. His phone chimed. Swiping it open, he saw a message from Yang Na.
"Huowang, didn't Aunt Chen say she has supernatural powers? I got curious and asked what they were. Guess how she answered? (⊙ω⊙)"
"How?"
No sooner had Li Huowang sent that than Yang Na replied with a video.
Chen Hongyu stood lazily by the roadside, staring gravely into the camera.
"Huowang, watch closely."
A huge question mark popped up in Li Huowang's mind. "Watch what?"
The camera zoomed in then, closing on Chen Hongyu's forehead.
But aside from some pus-filled pimples on her face, Li Huowang saw nothing unusual.
"Mmm..." Chen Hongyu's expression grew solemn as a low hum escaped her lips, like a qigong master channeling energy.
Just as Li Huowang wondered what the hell she was up to, Chen Hongyu let out a sharp grunt. The two pimples on her forehead burst open.
Milky yellow pus mixed with stringy flesh tendrils oozed from the holes, trickling down her greasy face. Li Huowang felt a wave of nausea.
The video cut off there. Yang Na followed up with another message. "What a disgusting superpower..."
Li Huowang tossed his phone onto the bed and sighed. What kind of people had he roped into this?
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"We need to strike back! Those Law Cult trash set ambushes whenever they please and kill at will! Do they think we're pushovers?" A burly fat man in black furs bellowed furiously inside the army tent.
No one in the tent contradicted him. He was the Great Khan of Qingqiu, the dragon vein of Qingqiu. With the Great Liang Emperor absent, he held the highest status.
"You're absolutely right, Great Khan. A counterattack is in order, of course. I have a plan—might I borrow your nation's tiger tally?" Xuanyin spoke up.
At those words, the Great Khan clutched his sleeve warily. "Are you joking? The tiger tally commanding Qingqiu's three armies—to an outsider? Only now you realize you're short on men? Go beg your stingy Great Liang Emperor for help!"
"He's playing a clever game. We fight tooth and nail here while he reaps the benefits!"
"Report to the Great Khan—Your Majesty has already mobilized troops," an elderly eunuch replied, bowing deeply.
"What's the point of deploying now? How far is Great Liang from Hou Shu? By the time they get here, the dandelion greens will be too old to eat!"
Seeing the mood sour, Qingqiu's Director of Astronomy stood to smooth things over. "Xuanyin, just tell us your strategy directly. If it makes sense, my Great Khan will naturally dispatch troops to aid you."
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(End of chapter)