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Chapter 233. Xie Yan Arrives Again
"The people at the mental hospital won't let you off the hook; they could come knocking on your door at any time."

Xia Qizhen stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point. His gaze, through his thick glasses, scrutinized every subtle change on Shen Ye's face like a searchlight.

"Perhaps the people chasing you are already on their way."

The room was eerily quiet, with only the hum of the refrigerator.

Shen Ye's face was half-hidden in the shadows, the darkness concealing his expression.

Silence spread between the two.

Xia Qizhen leaned forward, the cuffs of her shirt making a soft rustling sound as they scraped against the table.
"So, how does Lord Black King intend to deal with this?"

Shen Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly let out a dazed laugh:
"I have nowhere to run."

This answer seemed to be exactly what Xia Qizhen wanted to hear.

He smiled slightly, his already weak voice lowering even further:
"It seems... Lord Black King needs my help."

Shen Ye remained silent, and Xia Qizhen slowly said:
"The asylum wants to take you back. If you want to get out, the best way is to find a powerful force to rely on."

"This power must also be large enough to make the mental hospital wary."

Shen Ye looked at him quietly and asked:
"You mean, you want me to become dependent on the Dream Weaver Pavilion?"

Xia Qizhen smiled with satisfaction:

"Guessed it right."

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers and slowly began to explain the current situation:
"As you, Lord Black King, know, the War Alliance has been taken over by the Dream Pavilion. However, because the alliance itself is already corrupt, although we have control of the central control system, we still face the covetousness of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals and the TV station."

"At the same time, the pressure from the external veterans also forced us to be distracted."

Xia Qizhen raised her hand to adjust her slipped glasses, and continued:

"In order to reorganize the internal affairs as soon as possible, most of the original senior leaders of the War Alliance have to be replaced."

“We are short-handed, so—welcome to Lord Black King.”

Xia Qizhen looked at Shen Ye. He was stating the obvious facts, which the latter would probably understand.

Shen Ye, on the other side of the table, fell into deep thought.

Xia Qizhen thought he was thinking of a solution, but little did she know that he was staring at the dim light of the desk lamp and had already fallen into a vortex of memories.

It was an evening ten years ago.

The setting sun dyed the mottled walls of the asylum blood-red, and the sage in white robes stood in that blood-red hue, watching him.

Her eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells, with a hint of gray-brown at the edges of her dark pupils, and her gaze was gentle and clear.

When that gaze fell upon him, Shen Ye felt as if the truth itself was staring at him.

"...You will escape."

The sage's voice was like a still lake, calm to the point of being indifferent.

"The mental hospital will hunt you down once. If you manage to evade that hunt, you'll gain temporary freedom."

Her voice is very special. Although the volume is not loud and the timbre is not particularly pleasant, it inexplicably makes people want to believe her.

Like an umbrella that suddenly appears in a storm, it makes people unconsciously want to get close and rely on it.

The anxiety caused by being mentally controlled for a long time gradually subsided in this voice, and Shen Ye felt as if his nerves were being ironed flat inch by inch.

He knew this was also some kind of mental manipulation from the high-ranking light, but the extreme peace and tranquility made him involuntarily sink into it.

Young Shen Ye listened intently like a devout believer, afraid of missing a single word.

"...This freedom won't last long, but it will be enough for you to experience the tranquility of ordinary life."

The sage's gaze fell on his trembling fingertips:

"You will slowly heal your wounds in the daily routine and rediscover the beauty of life."

"But……"

Shen Ye managed to squeeze out a sound.

"These days are fleeting, aren't they?"

"It was indeed short-lived."

The sage nodded slightly, his white robe rippling in the twilight.

"But don't worry. Someone will come looking for you and give you a place to stay. You just need to... go with him."

The last rays of the setting sun brushed past the sage's brow, casting unfathomable light and shadow in her eyes. "That person can split into multiple personalities. Your task is to find his 'dominant personality' and remember what she looks like."

The sage's voice suddenly lowered, like a dagger drawn from its sheath, gleaming coldly in the twilight.

"If necessary, become a knife held to her throat."

The blood-red sunset in my memory gradually faded away; the walls of the asylum, the white robes of the sages, and the afterglow of the setting sun all melted into darkness.

Shen Ye blinked, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.

He glanced at Xia Qizhen across the table, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his voice low and calm—

"If that's the case, that would be wonderful."

……

Haidu, Flood Control Office.

Jiang Jianxin rushed out of the tent, excitedly looking around, hoping to see that familiar figure with twin ponytails.

However, what approached was a young man in purple robes—Xie Yan.

His long hair was tied up high with a bright yellow ribbon, and as his clothes fluttered, he waved and shouted to her from afar:
"Jiang Jianzun!"

Jiang Jianxin's smile froze instantly, and his shoulders slumped visibly.

She moved slowly over, managing a forced, polite smile:

"Thank you banquet?"

Her tone was flat, with a hint of detachment:

"What brings you to Haidu?"

Long time no see, Xie Yan is still the same carefree and irresponsible person.

He put his hands behind his head and said casually:
"This is Haidu—a paradise for con artists!"

"I'm a fraudster too, isn't it normal for me to be here?"

Jiang Jianxin sighed, his tone revealing his disappointment:

I thought it would be your sister.

Xie Yan scratched his head, his hair ribbon swaying gently with the movement.

"My sister is a master of fools, she's very busy."

He shrugged:

"It was originally her turn to come, but something came up and she had to leave. I happened to be in Haidu, so she asked me to come over."

Jiang Jianxin didn't speak, but simply said:

"Alright then—what did Xie Yan ask you to come over for?"

"Didn't you send a message to my sister before, telling her that you brought the Alliance Commander to Haidu? So she asked me to come and ask Commander Qin Xuan what he thinks."

Xie Yan said.

After rescuing Qin Xuan, Jiang Jianxin did send a message to Xie Yan on his way back on his sword, but he didn't expect Xie Yan to handle it so quickly.

"Our Fools' Society doesn't force people to join, so we should ask General Qin what he thinks first."

Xie Yan paused and then added.

Jiang Jianxin nodded:

“Okay, but you’ve come to the wrong place. Elder Yin arranged for the Chief to rest. Ask Elder Yin first, and then make an appointment with the Chief.”

"Eh, who is Elder Yin?"

Xie Yan asked, puzzled.

His circle of con artists is completely different from Jiang Jianxin's. He usually pays more attention to the affairs of his own faction, the Dream Pavilion, and doesn't know much about the War Alliance.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at him in surprise, then, as if remembering something, added:
"How did you get into the flood control office? I remember there were people from the Worry-Free Assassin Pavilion patrolling outside the tents."

Xie Yan spread his hands, saying helplessly:
"That's easy, I just turned into a mosquito and flew right in."

"I'm a con artist, after all. If I can't even fool a simple patrol team, then I'm useless."

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