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Chapter 319. The Truth of Dispersed Emotions (1)

"Okay, remember to look more carefully next time. The world is too chaotic now, and it's easy to cause riots if order isn't maintained."

Jiang Jianxin gave instructions.

She walked to the window, glanced down, and asked:
Are you the only one watching over this place?

"No, there are still a few people in charge of maintaining order and organizing the riots. There is one more person."

Gu Fengliu stammered.

He pointed to the porridge bucket below, where a girl carrying a long pole had appeared out of nowhere.

She wore simple, tattered clothes, her coarse cloth trousers riddled with patch-like holes, and her straw sandals with her big toe stubbornly breaking through the surface. Only the green dog-beating stick in her hand gleamed with a jade-like luster, shimmering with a startling halo in the sunlight.

“That’s me, the one I brought here, the new war, Dog Chasing Immortal, Yi Zhiqiong.”

When the dog chased the immortal Yi Zhiqiong was mentioned, Gu Fengliu's ear tips turned red at a visible speed, from the base of his ears all the way to his neck, looking like a ripe tomato secretly fermenting in a secluded place.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at his worthless appearance and knew that the woman holding the stick below was most likely the woman Gu Fengliu had been longing for.

The latter is an epic romantic, having been thinking about his sweetheart ever since the forest pollution zone, and after so long, he finally works in the same place as his sweetheart.

Jiang Jian thought about the name "Dog Chasing Immortal" for a moment. She had indeed seen it before, on the combat power ranking of the war faction.

Most of the top-ranked war warriors are from the mage sequence. Apart from her, the other sword-wielding officer in the top five is this Dog Chasing Immortal.

It is said that she is a carefree and irresponsible person who loves to spar with others and is so eager to fight that she gets itchy if she doesn't get into a fight every day.

Because his weapon was a jade staff, and he dressed like a beggar every day, reminiscent of the bandits in martial arts novels, he was nicknamed "Dog Chasing Immortal".

Jiang Jianxin didn't say much, but simply patted Gu Fengliu's shoulder, smiled gently, and patiently guided him:
"Your Excellency Dog Chasing Immortal is skilled in battle, and you must prefer men who are equally powerful and reliable. If you maintain order during this porridge distribution, you will surely gain favor."

One sentence quickly ignited Gu Fengliu's enthusiasm; his eyes lit up, and he nodded, saying:
"Okay, boss, I will definitely work hard."

……

After learning about the recent porridge distribution from Gu Fengliu, Jiang Jianxin left through the back door of the gold shop, concealed his presence, and went to the refugee camp.

It was a forgotten corner of the city, with piles of rotting straw and rags at the foot of the city wall, and a few makeshift sheds made of withered branches and tattered cloth leaning precariously in the autumn wind.

The ground was uneven and filled with murky rainwater, with various filth and food scraps floating on the surface, emitting a suffocating stench.

Groups of refugees huddled together in the open air or under makeshift shelters, their clothes tattered and patched beyond recognition, some even consisting of just a few scraps of cloth barely covering their bodies.

Everyone had a pale, sickly face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes, looking like a group of moving skeletons.

On several simple stoves built of stones, there were several chipped iron pots filled with murky water, with a few pieces of unknown plant roots floating in the water.

More refugees sat together, holding empty bowls, staring blankly into the distance, their lips cracked and bleeding.

Scattered among the makeshift shacks are "homes" made of tattered mats, straw mats, and even scrap wood, crammed with people who are equally thin to the extreme.

Several crows landed on a distant mound of earth, occasionally lowering their heads to peck at something, emitting eerie cries.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

Jiang Jianxin's shoes rolled across the muddy ground, stirring up tiny specks of mud.

She walked slowly among the refugees, her eyes filled with horrifying suffering. The air was thick with the stench of moldy food, sweat, and excrement, mingled with the scent of death, creating a suffocating, putrid atmosphere.

She stopped next to a makeshift shack made of rotten planks and rags, next to a huge garbage dump crawling with maggots. Several emaciated wild dogs were rummaging for food, baring their teeth and growling as they saw her approach.

Looking out, the entire city resembled a lifeless ruin, with countless lives barely clinging to life dotting the crumbling walls. Jiang Jianxin stood quietly, as if a heavy lead weight was pressing on his chest, making each breath difficult.

She looked down at the porridge distribution point she had paid to set up, the thin porridge that barely sustained her life was nothing more than a drop in the ocean of despair.

My act of distributing porridge can only provide temporary relief; it doesn't solve the root problem.

She spoke silently to her intuition in her mind, her voice filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Seeing the world become like this, I feel so sad, what should I do?

She continued to pour out her heart.

I think I'm going to become depressed too.

In the distance, a thin child huddled in a corner, weakly scratching his festering skin and uttering faint groans.

Jiang Jianxin's vision blurred, and she felt an unprecedented heaviness, as if the suffering of the entire world was pressing down on her shoulders.

Its intuition was always on, and after listening to Jiang Jianxin's words, it carefully replied:
I sense something's off about your mood lately. You need to understand that saving the world is a collective effort, not just your responsibility.

Monarchy has been dead for many years—and even emperors don't need to waste their time on internal strife.

Because the signal was good and my intuition hadn't dropped recently, I've been paying close attention to Jiang Jianxin's emotional state.

She had been sullen before, and even with Cecily by her side, she still seemed very depressed.

During the Chinese New Year, it urged Jiang Jianxin to eat with everyone to relax, but she said she wasn't hungry.

When the New Year's Eve bells rang, everyone was celebrating, but Jiang Jianxin remained depressed.

Even the bonfire party on the night of the great victory was something Jiang Jianxin only attended because it urged him to.

The lively atmosphere and Jingwei's story brought her some relaxation, but her intuition told her that she was still as tense as a bowstring.

This is a very unusual behavior related to low mood.

Let me see...

【I see. 】

Intuition spoke slowly.

Your most urgent task right now is to take out that tarot deck from the storage space.

【? 】

Jiang Jianxin was puzzled, but still reached into the sword intent space with a heavy heart and took out a tarot card.

This was something she was told to put away in the underwater contaminated area. At that time, the cards were a mess, full of incomprehensible black lines, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

At this moment, when Jiang Jianxin took it out again, she expected to see the same incomprehensible black line again, but what she saw before her eyes widened in astonishment—

Most of the tarot cards in the deck have turned white.

Only one card remained, all alone in the corner, with a unique pattern appearing on it.

　I'm not busy today, there's one more chapter to go, I'm writing it now, I'll update it in a bit.

　　(End of this chapter)