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Chapter 114. A Grand World

"The weather is so nice today."

The moment Jiang Jianxin pushed open the glass door of the inpatient department, the morning mist was receding from the treetops.

A pale golden light swept over her eyelashes, and the white vapor formed from her breath floated in the light, trembling gently as she raised her hand.

The tiles on the exterior wall of the inpatient department were covered with night dew, and now they were emitting tiny rainbows.

The sunlight slanted in from the southeast corner, casting grid-like shadows on the lawn.

Yin Ju notified the United Front Work Department in advance, and they specially sent a car to her.

Because Jiang Jianxin is too famous, walking through the front gate of the hospital might attract attention, so they arranged for her to get on the car directly through the back gate and be transported back to the villa area.

Jiang Jianxin stepped across the wet cobblestone path and saw his shadow stretched into a pale blue satin, its edges tinged with the rouge of the morning glow.

Beside her was another shadow; Zuo Siquan walked to the side to help her carry her things, chattering away the whole way:

"...The United Front Work Department is such a nuisance. I applied for a villa next to the lord so I could stay at the Dawn Base for a few days, but that guy surnamed Cai said that guest elders can only stay in the United Front Work Department's guesthouse and cannot stay at the base for long... Sigh, really, do they think I'm going to do something to them?"

Hearing Zuo Siquan's mutterings from the back, Yin Ju couldn't help but speak up:

"Elder Zuo, don't blame Minister Cai. She's just following the rules. You're just a guest elder, but you're still essentially a member of the Dream Pavilion. Of course, only members of the War Alliance can stay at the base for a long time."

Jiang Jianxin nodded and said with a smile:
"I was just pulled into the virtual contamination zone. I'm fine. You can go back to Dream Pavilion without worry."

"Speaking of which... where is your Dream Weaver Pavilion's base?"

Jiang Jianxin asked casually.

The Dream Pavilion's headquarters were publicly listed on the forum, so Zuo Siquan felt there was nothing to hide and said it casually:

"The Dream Pavilion is mainly located in the west. Before the apocalypse, it was distributed and had various small research institutes. At that time, the Republic government had not yet collapsed. Among all these forces, the Dream Pavilion had the best relationship with the government."

"Unlike other reclusive and secluded Chaos factions, before the apocalypse, the Dream Pavilion would occasionally hang up the name of a research institute and participate in undergraduate or master's degree admissions, recruiting a few ordinary young people from society to do the most basic scientific research work."

"After the apocalypse, in addition to taking in talented individuals with the Dreamer sequence, the Dream Pavilion also took in a large number of ordinary people, scholars, and experts. The original scattered small research institutes were also merged into a large city, which we call 'Ideal City'."

Zuo Siquan told her a whole bunch of things about the Dream Pavilion in one go.

Jiang Jianxin nodded as if he understood, but Yin Ju, who was behind him, caught up with him and asked with great interest:
“I remember there was a large river to the east of Ideal City, which seemed to be the upper reaches of the Cangjiang River. It was wide and had a lot of water.”

"Yes, that river is quite strange. There's a polluted area at the bottom of the river; we call it the 'suspended river.'"

Zuo Siquan said, glancing at Yin Ju:
"Elder Yin is so familiar with that river, could it be that he has been there before?"

Yin Ju took a sip of tea, blew on the floating goji berries, and slowly said:
“I’ve never been there, but I’ve thought about it before. If I’m still alive when I retire at thirty, I’ll find a big river to live in—the polluted area under a suspended river, wouldn’t that be a ready-made villa?”

Zuo Siquan was somewhat surprised to hear this. Yin Ju didn't know, but she had lived there for many years and knew the specifics. She couldn't help but gasp and say:
"You're really arrogant—that polluted area under the suspended river is difficult to deal with, strange things keep happening, and more than a dozen ships have sunk recently... My colleague Wen Yu said he was going to take a look—but he found there were a lot of fish in the river, so he happily went fishing with his fishing rod... Now he's a fishing enthusiast, I wonder if he's actually gone to the bottom of the river."

Yin Ju had heard of Wen Yu, the "outlaw," on the forum, and he clicked his tongue, saying:

"Wen Yu is a dreamer, right? If you really want to clean up that polluted area, you should find someone with the talent to adapt to the aquatic environment."

The three walked to the car, and the conversation abruptly ended. The driver sent by the United Front Work Department was a young woman, also a high-ranking official in the War Alliance, who had some connections with Elder Yin. She tried to liven things up by striking up a conversation with him, and the previous topic was no longer continued.

Jiang Jianxin sat in the back seat, rested his head on the backrest, and yawned lazily, not taking the previous conversation seriously, treating it as mere gossip.

The post-apocalyptic environment has unleashed much of humanity's true nature, and people enjoy chatting about everything under the sun.

We talked about everything from the August snow in Zhenbei City to the gentle rain in Jiangnan, from the sunny days in Ideal City to the damp wind in Haidu.

The mountains and rivers suddenly became vast, as if after the apocalypse, people had cast aside the troubles of social affairs, put down the exam papers on their desks and the computers on their computers, and only then could they truly see this magnificent and grand world.

Jiang Jianxin quite enjoyed listening to these casual conversations. Although she might not be able to go, it was still good to broaden her horizons.

She was sitting in the back seat, just about to close her eyes and rest for a while, when her phone vibrated in her pocket as the car drove into the villa area.

"Om..."

"Om..."

Jiang Jianxin hurriedly pulled out her phone and glanced at it; the contact name was "Brother".

"Hello, brother?"

She quickly answered the phone and asked, puzzled:
"What's matter?"

The man's clear, melodious voice came through the phone, but it was somewhat hoarse compared to usual, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it sound muffled and tired, with a slight tremor at the end of his words.

"Sis... I've been sending you messages on WeChat for the past few days but you haven't replied. I'm worried about you, so I'm calling you."

Jiang Jianxin noticed something was off about his voice, so she frowned and asked:

"Brother, why does your voice sound so hoarse?"

The young man on the other end of the phone coughed twice, his voice becoming clearer, but still hoarse.

"It's nothing... I actually wanted to call you a few days ago, but something happened with my brother, so I haven't had time to call."

Jiang Jian thought about Edric's profession. From her daily conversations with her brother, she could tell that her brother, as a necromancer, was clearly not a good person in the social sense, not to mention that he also believed in some god of death and silence, which always felt somewhat related to religion.

Her heart clenched, and she asked:
"Have they been targeted by enemies?"

"More or less... There are people who want to raze the Temple of Deathly Silence. My brother is the only acknowledged believer of the God of Deathly Silence, so it's inevitable that we'll have to put in some effort to deal with them."

The young man on the other end of the phone coughed painfully a few more times.

Jiang Jianxin then realized that the thing stuck in his throat was stagnant blood, which was why his voice was muffled.

This guy had just finished a fight and was calling her while swallowing blood.

"Brother... are you badly injured?"

Jiang Jianxin asked with concern.

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