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Chapter 247. The Massacre of the City in the Dark (1)

[Jiang Jianxin]: Sir, are you there?

[Baili Song]: Yes, Sword Master, is there anything I can help you with?

Jiang Jian thought for a moment and then briefly explained it to her.

[Jiang Jianxin]: Daydreamer is seriously injured. I don't trust the medical services of the War Alliance. I need to trouble you to write a news article for Zuo Siquan to save her.

If the two hadn't been close before, Baili Song probably wouldn't have agreed.

However, Jiang Jianxin has now established a cooperative relationship with her, and she was previously coerced into opening the path to godhood for Zuo Siquan.

Baili Song thought for a moment, and since it was already open, it wouldn't hurt to give that daydreamer a little more faith and save her a bit more, so he readily agreed.

Opening a path to godhood for others would slow down her own ascension, and Baili Song has always been reluctant to do so.

Zuo Siquan was the only person Baili Song had ever driven, and she was also curious about how far this first person in the Fantasy Series could go.

In the basement of Haidu, the damp, musty smell grew even stronger in the poorly ventilated space.

The cold light from the computer screen illuminated Baili Song's face. She wrapped herself tightly in her purple pajamas, typing on the keyboard while chewing instant noodles.

She skillfully adjusted the font size of the title, bolded and highlighted the words "Exclusive Scoop" in red, and cleverly embedded several sensational keywords in the body of the text.

After confirming the last picture, the "Journalist" account with millions of followers displayed a notification that the post had been successfully published.

Her phone screen lit up, and she swiped open the chat window with Jiang Jianxin, forwarding the news to him. He replied instantly with a little yellow emoji with flowers.

Baili Song searched through the emoji library and found a neat rose emoji, then sent three of them.

She hadn't forgotten that she was still maintaining the persona of a cold and aloof male god. After all, Sword Master was a female talent user, and it would be too abrupt for her, a male, to reply with other expressions. So she usually just sent the same few flowers repeatedly or the system's default yellow face.

Wen Yu had said before that her replies had a robotic feel to them, and Bai Lisong couldn't deny it. She knew that the person had made a set of fathead fish emojis, which her brothers and sisters sent to her, and she was always acting cute.

But as it turns out, her polite and principled responses, typical of journalists, were more likely to win over girls.

After closing the chat window with Jiang Jianxin, Baili Song found Wen Yu's chat box in the list and made a voice call to him.

"Hello? Baili Song?"

Wen Yu's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Your Dreamer from Dream Pavilion is critically injured and on the verge of death. I wrote a sensational news story to help her recover. We were missing an atmosphere group member, and since you have good popularity, I've added you... Remember to help reduce the hype and clean up the comments in a few days."

"Bai Lisong said."

She hung up the phone after saying that.

Wen Yu remained silent for a while, but finally couldn't help but open the journalist's forum homepage to see what this person had posted.

[Shocking! There's more to the Battle of Chaoyang than meets the eye! The Daydreamer actually said these words to the Orange Emperor... The outlaw choked up on the spot! Touching 1.4 billion people!]

Wen Yu: "?"

He sighed a little.

—As expected of a professional, the editing is so smooth. Do you have no creative bottlenecks?
……

Jiang Jianxin placed his phone aside and saw that as time went on, the news from the journalist was gaining more and more popularity.

She read the article Baili Song sent her and confirmed that it was a high-quality fabrication, whose ability to make things up was definitely more profound than that of marketing accounts.

But a journalist is a journalist after all; her writing skills are so good that even though you know it's complete nonsense, you still can't help but want to keep reading.

Jiang Jianxin read this deeply moving article, which touched 1.4 billion people, three times carefully, and finally couldn't help but give it a thumbs up.

She believes that other netizens will most likely have the same reaction as her, so she has no worries about generating buzz.

The continued buzz surrounding the news caused the pale purple light points around Zuo Siquan to shine even brighter, like a swirling river of stars. [These light points... are they the power of faith?]

Jiang Jianxin lightly touched the pulsating halos with his fingertips and felt subtle energy fluctuations.

[Normal faith power is golden.]

An intuitive voice rippled through her mind.

[And faith transformed through [public opinion] will take on this purple hue.]

Jiang Jianxin stood quietly beside the hospital bed, watching the purple glow gradually stabilize into a constant halo.

Zuo Siquan's breathing was steady, but he still did not wake up.

Feeling bored, she strolled to the French windows.

Dusk had quietly fallen outside the tempered glass curtain wall of the observation room in Zone B.

Surprisingly, more than ten paper airplanes appeared to be hovering above the hospital.

Chu Zhibai, whom we haven't seen for a long time, sat upright on the paper machine leading the way, dressed in black, with the weapon scroll on his shoulder rolling back and forth.

She looked down at the brightly lit hospital buildings below, the cold light reflected from the edge of the paper airplane casting dappled patterns of light on her sharply defined profile.

Jiang Jianxin subconsciously raised his hand to greet him, but stopped in mid-air—at this distance, the other person probably couldn't see him.

She pressed her palm against the cold glass, squinting as she carefully examined the floating paper airplanes.

As she focused her gaze, she suddenly realized that each paper airplane was densely packed with people sitting on it.

The entire base had fallen into a deathly silence. Darkness engulfed all the buildings like a tidal wave, except for the hospital, which still shone with a blinding white light, standing out starkly in the night.

A breeze swept across the base, blowing the paper airplanes and making a "shush-shush" sound.

With a wave of her hand, Chu Zhibai sent more than ten paper airplanes flying into the distance with her.

Jiang Jianxin keenly sensed that something was wrong. She quickly thought for a moment, then suddenly asked her intuition:

What were the casualties at the Chaoyang Battle Base?

The casualties were heavy; four-fifths of the troops were either wounded or killed.

"I answered intuitively."

Logically, with such heavy casualties, most of the people at the base should be in the hospital—why were there so many people on that paper airplane?
Jiang Jianxin had a bad feeling.

While she was still trying to figure out what was going on...

Suddenly, all the lights in the hospital went out.

It wasn't just her observation room that went out; all the lights in the entire building went out at once.

The security camera in the upper right corner of the room suddenly flashed red, and Jiang Jianxin heard A Yu's voice:

"Jiang Jianxin, you must leave quickly. Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals plans to mobilize people contaminated by medical equipment to launch a riot at the base tonight, but Elder Xia anticipated all of this and sent people to clear the area in advance."

"That person has arrived here now."

Jiang Jianxin's pupils suddenly contracted. She rushed to the bedside and picked up the unconscious Zuo Siquan.

Just as she turned and rushed toward the door, a chilling, sticky sound came from outside the corridor, like some kind of damp, cold substance spreading.

At the same time, the bright moonlight that had been streaming through the windows was suddenly completely blocked out, plunging the entire hospital into a deathly darkness, and even the stars disappeared without a trace.

No update tonight, but two updates during the day.