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Chapter 112. Foreigners' Weekly Review

"Actually, you should have heard of that person."

Seeing that Zuo Siquan's eyes already showed understanding, but his face still held lingering doubt and contemplation, Jiang Jianxin slowly said:

"He is the Black King of the 'Asylum,' belonging to the War faction, and his talent is called [Night]."

Zuo Siquan frowned and said:
"So it was him. No wonder he seemed so familiar..."

After leaving the mental hospital, she was constantly thinking about the news she had heard that the Predictive Family had been dismembered and their body parts were being eaten by wild dogs, and she wanted to find out the cause of their death.

But at that time, her dream-filled abilities were still unstable. In addition, just a few days after the death of the prophet, a chaotic giant stormed the asylum and engaged in an unprecedentedly fierce battle with the "Emperor" of the asylum.

Zuo Siquan didn't know the outcome of the final battle. At that time, she wasn't very capable, and she couldn't afford to offend either the "Great Emperor" who suddenly appeared in the Chaos faction or the old "Emperor" in the madhouse.

Therefore, she waited until the smoke cleared before using the Fantasy Golden Circle to investigate the area near the mental hospital.

As a top force in the Light faction, the Asylum remains exceptionally sharp even after just experiencing a major battle.

At that time, her fantasy golden circle was discovered by the "blind master" of the mental hospital. The latter thought she was just an annoying fly and disdained to deal with her personally. He simply sent her henchman to confront Zuo Siquan, and that henchman happened to be the Black King.

However, at that time, the Black King's eyes were glazed over, clearly indicating that he was being controlled by the blind master, and his actions were ruthless enough.

Ten years ago, Zuo Siquan couldn't defeat the Black King, and the Golden Circle of Fantasy was mostly corrupted by the darkness. Her daydream shattered, and she suffered a backlash, vomiting blood, and had to retract it.

When they met again ten years later, Black King's eyes had become much clearer, and her abilities had become much stronger.

At least during these few nights of sparring, the darkness surging from all sides failed to shatter the overwhelming dream churning within the golden circle.

"My sage, is that person truly trustworthy?"

Zuo Siquan frowned and asked in confusion.

Jiang Jianxin blinked.

That's a good question. In her letter, the only person she identified as trustworthy was Edric, and both of them, including Zuo Siquan, were just pawns in her game.

However, Shen Ye bears the spiritual imprint of a prophet, so his credibility is still somewhat questionable.

So she nodded and said:
"You can trust him."

Zuo Siquan breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"That's good. I reckon he'll come to visit you again tonight, so I won't stop him."

Perhaps it was because of the deep impression left from many years ago that Zuo Siquan relied on and trusted Jiang Jianxin almost completely.

She looked pleased and tucked the blanket around Jiang Jianxin, saying:
"I'll go get Dr. Zhao to come over and check your condition to see when you can be discharged."

After saying that, she left the ward.

Jiang Jianxin was left alone in the room. She glanced at the camera, which was blocked by willow catkins in the corner of the ceiling, and then scanned the other corners of the room.

After confirming there were no other cameras, he swiftly summoned the Tangguang Sword and excitedly pulled out the white diary from it.

The unlocked diary made a rustling sound, and the angel on the cover was radiating a green light.

The green light I just saw on the Tangguang Sword was indeed flowing from the white diary.

Jiang Jianxin gave a wicked smile, happily opened his diary, and prepared to receive the memories of the new cycle.

"Wow..."

Sword Master turned to the first page of the diary.

"..."

Sword Master stared at the diary in silence.

The pages inside the white diary are made of parchment, with yellowed and curled edges bearing the unique texture of age, as if imprinted with centuries of moonlight.

Each sheet of paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, was densely covered with words written in gold ink.

Most importantly, she couldn't understand the words.

Jiang Jianxin, a college student, only learned the language of the Republic of Great Rong and the beautiful language during his eighteen years of compulsory education. In the inner school of the Sword Sect, Jiang Jianxin, the Sword Master, learned the running script, regular script, and the classical Chinese expression.

The Sword Master's diary was originally written by the Foresight Family, who used Peppa Pig and plain language instead of classical Chinese expressions, making it easy for her to read and awaken the Sword Master's full power.

However, the diary before her was an authentic record of her entire playthrough, written in a language she had never studied. In other words, recalling this playthrough would be tricky, because it was written by a foreigner.

As I grew up, I forgot everything from my past. When I read the diaries written by foreigners in the past, I felt like I was completely illiterate.

Jiang Jianxin stared at the twisted and dancing text for a long time, unable to even tell whether the weather was cloudy or sunny—she didn't even know if she had remembered the weather at all.

—This is really bad; she's starting to sweat a little.

Jiang Jianxin couldn't imagine how long it would take her to learn this new language and understand the diary.

She put down her diary and stared blankly at the ceiling, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside her.

"Dangdangdang..."

Just as she was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

"Is Elder Zuo busy? I am Yin Ju. May I come in?"

Yin Ju's voice came from the doorway. Since there were two girls inside, he knocked on the door first, even though it was ajar, and asked politely.

"come in."

Jiang Jianxin put away the diary and the Tangguang Sword, and then shouted.

Yin Ju, standing at the door, was taken aback. He pushed the door open, peeked into the room, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Jiang Jianxin? You're awake!"

It had been a long time since I'd seen Yin Ju. He was still wearing that black executive jacket, holding a thermos in his hand. His hair seemed to have been cut shorter, and he looked more mature and capable.

He closed the door, glanced into the ward, and frowned unhappily, saying:

Why isn't Elder Zuo here in the ward to take care of the patient?

He felt at ease because Zuo Siquan was taking care of him in the ward, but he didn't expect that Elder Zuo was unreliable. He went back to rest without saying goodbye, and it was too late for him to send someone else to take care of him.

"Zuo Siquan has been in the ward the whole time. He just saw that I was awake and went to call Dr. Zhao."

Jiang Jianxin explained on behalf of the innocent Zuo Siquan.

Yin Ju said "Oh," and then his brows relaxed.

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jiang Jianxin's bed. Before starting the formal conversation, he unscrewed the lid of his thermos and took a sip of the freshly brewed goji berry tea.

"Everyone was quite worried about you while you were in a coma."

"I'm very curious about the reason for your coma. Were you really pulled into the virtual contamination zone?"

Yin Ju asked.

"Yes, I have an older brother. The contaminated area impersonated him and talked to me. I couldn't tell the difference and ended up being sucked in."

Jiang Jianxin said slowly.

Yin Ju revealed an envious look.

"It's so good that you still have family."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh for a moment, then sighed deeply and said:
“The contaminated area actually sent me a message, but it didn’t know that my loved one had passed away many years ago.”

Jiang Jianxin blinked, recalling that a long time ago, when she first met Yin Ju, Lin Xin'an had mentioned to her that his parents had both been killed by the mental hospital.

She asked cautiously:

"He was in a mental hospital..."

Yin Ju wiped his eyes and whispered:
"Yes, they're all dead."

He paused and added:
"It was the blind psychiatrist from the asylum who, along with Deadpool, slaughtered all my family members. My mother turned her back and hugged me, and the knife pierced her body, the hot blood flowing out splashing onto me."

"I melted into my mother's blood and escaped into the water."

Yin Ju's voice was trembling. He took a sip of tea, trying his best to hide his emotions, but his hands still shook uncontrollably.
“I remember… my mother said before she died that she was glad she was a water mage.”

"Bleeding all her blood out... will allow me to live."

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