Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 201 Classical Alchemy, the Rules at the Bottom of the World (8k)

"Sever the resonance and effects of the dragon's blood in the localized dragon pattern to make it visible?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

His constant experimentation at this moment is equivalent to the process of researching a 'recipe' in the field of alchemy.

The same alchemical matrix and alchemical patterns often produce different effects when engraved on different containers.

This is usually related to the properties of the substance. The recipe for an alchemical creation often requires generations of alchemists to constantly try and explore before it can be summarized. Therefore, every mature alchemical recipe is extremely valuable.

This is precisely the most expensive aspect of classical alchemy, and it is also its disadvantage compared to modern science and technology, as well as the 'magical mechanics' that the Secret Society is currently promoting.

However, unlike ordinary alchemists,

Lu Mingfei could instantly discern the effects of these alchemical tools through the intelligence panel.

This eliminates the need to rely mostly on intuition and partly on experimental verification—a process that often involves significant costs, since you can only know the exact effect after using it.

In short, everyone else is burning money on the framework, but Lu Mingfei can burn less.

"Classical alchemy... sigh."

Think for a moment,

Lu Mingfei sighed.
It is truly incomprehensible why it is necessary to embed this wedge-shaped stone into the other person's body to make it 'visible'.

It's like a rat poison seller telling a customer the correct way to use the poison is to catch the rat and force the poison into its mouth... Isn't that completely unnecessary?
The unpredictability of the outcome is also a major characteristic of classical alchemy.

In many cases, alchemists create an item but can never figure out how to use it correctly. They may be on the right track in general, but the small details can lead them astray.

Previously, Lu Mingfei felt that the "recommended gameplay" on the panel was somewhat lacking in terms of the use of the "control token".

"Since it's called a seal... let's follow this approach for now."

Rested for a while.

Lu Mingfei added a note and continued tinkering with the alchemical materials.

Dragon patterns, which exist in a multidimensional form, often have multiple solutions when expressed as alchemical patterns in a two-dimensional way.

Lu Mingfei's core work is to find the optimal solution, or in other words, to find the solution for a specific domain.

Because these dragon runes are stored in his mind alone.

He had to solve the entire problem on his own.

Fortunately, I had just studied this field with Nuwa last night, so my skills are still quite sharp.

Gradually, the draft papers around me piled up into a small mountain.

Sometimes it brings 'disaster,' sometimes 'shattering,' sometimes 'death,' and occasionally it involves three dragon patterns related to pontine transection surgery.

Keep trying, keep categorizing, keep summarizing.

Various alchemical materials flowed away from Lu Mingfei's fingertips like water.

Every few minutes, a sum of alchemical materials worth six or seven figures is consumed.

Fortunately, the Chen family's house had only been raided recently.

That's why there's such a huge amount of 'spot goods' available for them to squander.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Mingfei subconsciously reached out, but couldn't find a single alchemy material nearby.

“No more…”

He muttered something to himself and looked up at the digital clock in the distance.

"Twelve hours have already passed?"

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback.
My attention immediately snapped out of my highly focused state, followed by a surge of hunger, dizziness, and fatigue coursing through my body.

"Holy shit...!"

Lu Mingfei nearly lost his balance and slammed his hand on the call bell on the corner of the table.

Nuwa said that if the materials ran out, she would send someone to bring new ones.

But now Lu Mingfei isn't planning to replace them with a new batch.
Instead, I want to rest first...

……

Outside the Zhou family's weapon-refining pavilion, the stars shone brightly.

It was already late at night.

From the outside, the tower-shaped building is still brightly lit, with people bustling about in the office areas on each floor.

As a research institution, it is common for staff to be on duty 24 hours a day.

The underground area, as the main part of the weapon refining pavilion, is naturally very popular. All kinds of hardcore players, young and old, are stationed here. They are divided into different areas by their unique departmental characteristics, such as 'mysterious robes', 'Taoist robes', 'white coats', or 'fine shirts and short jackets'.

What they had in common was the scattered fast food containers on the ground, mostly containing fried food, milk tea, or cola.

That's how it is for hybrids doing research; they don't have time to savor shrimp and crab, nor do they need to talk about healthy cycles. They emphasize high sugar and fast carbohydrates for rapid energy replenishment.

And this moment.

Su Xiaoqiang sat at a wide table in the public area on the first basement floor, wearing transparent gloves, peeling shrimp while watching Lu Mingfei munching on a hamburger with a smile.

The plate was piled high with peeled shrimp, dipped in red oil broth, their surfaces glossy and smooth.

"Is it good?" Su Xiaoqiang asked.

"Haochi!"

Lu Mingfei gave a vague answer, pressing the ten-layer beef burger down thinly with both hands, allowing fresh sauce and juices to flow onto the tempting white tortilla, which was then covered with vegetables.

There will always be supplies after a major battle.

A balanced diet with a mix of meat and vegetables... and even chilled mini cola.

"Hehe! I made all of these myself, not bad, right?" Su Xiaoqiang said proudly.

"what?"

Lu Mingfei was genuinely surprised, looking at the food in front of him, which looked and smelled delicious... Although it's been three days since he last saw the food, this sudden change in attitude was a bit too fast.
After ringing the call bell on the seventh basement level, the person who came in was none other than Su Xiaoqiang. Lu Mingfei followed her to the public area on the first basement level and saw an enormous insulated box.

"Eat! I'll tell you after you've finished eating!"

Su Xiaoqiang was in no hurry. After peeling the last shrimp, she took off her transparent gloves and wiped her hands with a wet wipe.

So, after a whirlwind of gluttony, she watched as Lu Mingfei devoured all the food, which probably weighed over ten pounds, without wasting a single drop.

Sure enough, Sister Nuwa said that studying alchemy is a physically demanding task, and after concentrating fully, it is necessary to take extra measures to reduce the burden on the body by eating more food.

Su Xiaoqiang, with a straw dangling from his mouth, dipped his finger into the juice in front of him and leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Are you going downstairs again later? If so, I'll make you some more food."

"Let's leave it at that for today; we need to let things settle down."

Lu Mingfei sighed softly, as if he had come back to life; his sallow face regained some color, but his eyes held a hint of suspicion.
When did your cooking skills become so good?

To be honest, his understanding of Xiaotiannv's cooking skills was limited to fast food processing and ordering takeout. But takeout could not possibly contain a four- or five-pound pancake with vegetables, let alone such a substantial freshly grilled ten-layer burger.

"I've been trying my best, okay! I just added a little bit of external assistance... Anyway, I definitely did all of this myself!" Su Xiaoqiang said, shaking her head.

Lu Mingfei almost burst out laughing. He roughly understood. They probably hired professionals from the cafeteria to help. Someone prepared the raw materials, and a chef stood behind to provide real-time guidance. With this method, even an old man from northern Shaanxi who sells roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) could make an authentic Michelin-starred meal, let alone these hamburgers and home-style dishes.

It's just about increasing volume... no big deal.

Nuwa granted Su Xiaoqiang a high level of authority. In this Tang City, Su Xiaoqiang's status was roughly equivalent to that of an ancient princess, so these trivial matters were naturally no problem for her.

"That's great."

Lu Mingfei praised them sincerely, then asked, "By the way, how are they?"

"They" naturally refers to the other three.

"Sister Nuwa is in her bedchamber. Her status makes it inappropriate for her to wait for you here. She should be handling official business. I don't know if she's asleep yet."

Erii and your 'comrade-in-arms' are staying in the guest room. Erii was supposed to go to the Zhou family's private school, but the private school is about to be split into a regular school, so they are temporarily using a batch of teaching materials to teach Erii.

"Yeah, your 'comrade-in-arms' spent the whole night studying with Erii, she's probably asleep by now."

Su Xiaoqiang counted on her fingers, and every time she mentioned the word 'comrade-in-arms,' she would deliberately emphasize the word and then glance at Lu Mingfei sideways.

Lu Mingfei could only respond with an awkward smile.

Although Zero didn't formally reveal her true feelings, her two family members had clearly noticed her special nature long ago. Whether she was a fake comrade-in-arms or a real lover, Lu Mingfei's subtle 'concern' for Zero was enough to make them pay attention. Fortunately, this girl wasn't too arrogant, otherwise they would have had to clean house!
"What about Old Tang? Has he gone missing again?" Lu Mingfei then asked.

"No, Lao Tang arrived tonight, but seeing that you were very focused, he went back to his room to play games first," Su Xiaoqiang said, shrugging.

"Oh oh."

Lu Mingfei let out a long breath and suddenly noticed that there were many alchemy books on the wide table next to him. Some of them were about talismans, and some were about alchemy... It looked like a standard textbook?
"What are you...?"

"Let's preview the lesson."

Su Xiaoqiang noticed his gaze and snorted, "I feel that this alchemy is quite interesting. Although I don't have dragon blood and can't go into in-depth practice, I should be able to learn a little, grasp some basic theory, and serve as an assistant in the alchemy laboratory, right?"

"Who are you going to be an alchemy assistant for?" Lu Mingfei asked subconsciously.

"...What do you think?"

Su Xiaoqiang paused, then gritted her teeth, staring at Lu Mingfei with eyes that looked like she wanted to devour him.

"Oh, hehe!"

Lu Mingfei quickly realized what was happening and kept smiling at Su Xiaoqiang.
Just when she was about to break down,
Lu Mingfei quickly said, "Want to go? If you're not sleepy, I'll take you downstairs to play for a while."

It's four in the morning now, almost dawn, but he's full and not sleepy at all; he's in high spirits.

And you can feel Su Xiaoqiang's enthusiasm. Instead of pretending to tell Su Xiaoqiang to go to sleep, it's better to grant her wish.

……

early morning.

Erii received a rather full course schedule.

Meanwhile, Nuwa arrived at the Refining Pavilion, greeted the staff, and then stepped into her private passage to head straight for the seventh underground floor, which was her private area.

Before I even entered the door, I could hear laughter and giggling coming from inside.

Looks like you're having a lot of fun?
Nuwa smiled. She hadn't slept last night. She received the message the moment Lu Mingfei pressed the call button, but she didn't respond. Since Su Xiaoqiang was waiting in the weapon-refining pavilion, she decided to let the two of them be alone for a while.

however,
As soon as she entered the research area, all the noise stopped immediately.

Upon seeing the scene unfolding before her workbench, Nuwa was slightly startled and stopped in her tracks.

"You came just in time!"

Lu Mingfei noticed the figure at the door.

"No, what are you doing?" A blush appeared on Nuwa's fair face.

"Hehe, nothing, come here first!"

Lu Mingfei stood in front of the mixing console and waved vigorously.

"..."

Nuwa hesitated for a long time before lifting her skirt and swimming over. She examined the two people pressed tightly together in front of the enormous alchemy furnace-shaped device, her voice hesitant:

"You...are you teaching Xiaoqiang how to use a mixing console?"

"Yes."

Lu Mingfei readily admitted, "Isn't this device something you can try to construct dragon runes on? Simply put, it's a kind of spatial imagination ability... Although the little fairy can't resonate with the dragon runes, it's not a problem for her to get familiar with their form. She's very interested in it."

Nuwa remained silent.

His gaze kept sweeping over Su Xiaoqiang, who was shyly hugging the mixing machine with her arms outstretched, and Lu Mingfei, who was clinging to her body like a ghost, mimicking her movements one-to-one...

“This is helping her establish a connection,” Lu Mingfei said.

"However, to communicate with the alchemical matrix inside the mixing device, you need mental support. You can't skip this step by stacking hamburgers like the two of you."

Nuwa carefully reminded her, "I can't help you with this, unless you two feel comfortable with this arrangement..."

"No... not really."

Hearing Nuwa's respectful and blessing tone, Su Xiaoqiang's lips twitched involuntarily, and her cheeks became even redder.

She knew, of course, that her and Lu Mingfei's current actions... weren't very graceful.

But I also feel that Sister Nuwa has misunderstood.

"But with Lu Mingfei pressed against me like this, how can I sense the internal workings of the mixing device?"

Su Xiaoqiang said, her voice trembling slightly.

"what?"

Nuwa looked completely bewildered.

"how is this possible?"

"What do you mean?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, then whispered, "Let go, let's let go first."

"it is good."

Su Xiaoqiang bit her lip and responded.

Lu Mingfei lowered his arm, supported Su Xiaoqiang's arm, and then began to slowly back away.

Losing the support of the forces behind them.

Su Xiaoqiang's height immediately dropped noticeably.

The sharp-eyed Nuwa then realized that Su Xiaoqiang had been suspended in mid-air the whole time, meaning that Lu Mingfei had been supporting her entirely on the mixing console, with only her toes touching the ground.

No wonder you look so tired...

Nuwa's expression grew increasingly peculiar.

What kind of play is this?

After stepping down from the mixing console, Su Xiaoqiang's body was visibly weak, and she could only lean against the railing beside her.

The soft warmth still lingered on Lu Mingfei's fingertips. Suppressing the tender feelings in his heart, he said casually:

"Did Nuwa just say that this instrument cannot be used with external force?"

"Yes... In the realm of mental power, you can only rely on yourself; of course, others can't help you."

Nuwa's tone was strange, "Didn't I leave an operation manual next to it? It explains everything very clearly, including all the precautions. Under normal circumstances, you only need to place one hand on the mixing device to use it. All you need is a mental energy trigger. If you can't do it with one hand, then you can do it with two or three hands!"

"But I really do feel it."

Su Xiaoqiang explained in a low voice, "Originally, it really couldn't be done, but then I thought about whether we could try increasing the contact area..."

This is indeed the case.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang didn't start stacking hamburgers right away.
Instead, after Su Xiaoqiang's repeated attempts failed, and Lu Mingfei helped her down, Su Xiaoqiang suddenly had an inspiration. As Lu Mingfei made physical contact with her, a faint image flashed through her mind, and just then, Su Xiaoqiang also came into contact with the mixing device.

Then she suddenly realized that although she couldn't use her mental power, Lu Mingfei could! She could try again.

It's similar to the principles of electrical and thermal conductivity...

After hearing her explanation, Nuwa's delicate eyebrows almost shot up to the sky.

"Uh, and then you two just kept getting more and more involved?"

Nuwa opened her mouth slightly, looking completely bewildered.

"Um……"

Su Xiaoqiang made a soft nasal sound, blushing as she nodded. "After Lu Mingfei pressed himself against me, he could focus and sense the images..."

"Does this mean this is a violation of regulations?"

Lu Mingfei flipped through the manual. "But it's not written there."

"It's not like everything needs to be written down... Never mind, whatever makes you happy."

Lord Wa rolled her eyes.

She didn't suspect that the two of them were conspiring to fool her, because there was no need for it, and she had always been encouraging of such things.

But it's still a bit strange.

Su Xiaoqiang, an ordinary person, was able to accurately describe the scene of the mixing device in use. It was like a vast, dark void of the universe, with countless light spheres of different sizes and brightness, like stars randomly arranged in the real universe. The process of the Dragon Pattern simulation was to use these stars as nodes and draw lines with mental power to connect them...

"Huh? Where are these materials?"

Nuwa suddenly noticed the empty tabletop at the workbench.
“It’s all used up.” Lu Mingfei shrugged.

"No way...wait?"

Nuwa exclaimed "Eh!" again, straightening her body slightly as she noticed a large number of categorized boxes on the ground, containing all sorts of finished alchemical tools.

Staring at the materials that faintly emitted different mysterious lusters, he asked in a somewhat uncertain tone:
"Is this what you accomplished in one night?"

"Yes, is that so?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback. "Is there something wrong with it?"

Nuwa didn't speak, but nimbly swam to the vicinity of the box, bent down, and began to examine it.

In particular, I noticed a large number of sticky notes that seemed ambiguous at first glance, but were quite alarming upon closer inspection.

She stopped moving, and her expression gradually began to distort.

"The success rate is not bad, and we didn't waste too many materials..." Lu Mingfei followed behind her, scratching his head.

a long time,

Nuwa finally sighed: "I think I can understand why you were able to help Xiaoqiang establish a connection with the Mixing Instrument in that way."

"what reason?"

"Because... your mental strength seems a bit exaggerated."

"What do you mean?"

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine.

Nuwa did not answer. She turned around and stared intently at Lu Mingfei's face, her gaze so sharp it seemed she wanted to dissect Lu Mingfei's forehead to see what was inside.

Have you ever considered that a person's mental strength is limited?

"It's like the Temple of Light can only cast Lightning Storm twice in a short period of time. After resting for a while, it can cast it a third time, but then it will enter a very long period of full recovery."

"Uh...what do you mean?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

The analogy used by Nuwa is easy for everyone to understand. The Temple of Light is the core magical unit of the Protoss in StarCraft. Its core skill is to release a psionic storm to deal high damage to the target area, consuming 75 energy points. The maximum energy value is 200, so how to allocate the use of energy is a very important skill.

"Alchemy... it's ultimately a physical job; nine out of ten alchemists are mules."

"If a normal, excellent alchemist's mental cap is 200 points, and crafting an alchemical artifact that they fully understand and that isn't too difficult requires 80 points, then your cap..."

Nuwa glanced at the scattered alchemical creations in the box, which probably numbered over a hundred.

His tone became increasingly strange.

“Your mental strength may be 20,000, or 200,000, or even higher.”

"Even if an alchemical experiment fails, it still consumes mental energy, and generally speaking, each failure puts a greater strain on mental energy than each success."

"This is also why alchemical creations are so scarce... I originally left these materials here to put your mind at ease, but I really didn't expect you to use them all in one night!"

Nuwa's small face was full of frustration.

Su Xiaoqiang's breath hitched: "What about me? How much mental energy does an ordinary person have?"

"...It might be 2."

Nuwa calmed down and this time didn't deliberately say anything nice, but spoke the truth:
"Mixed-blood individuals with low bloodlines are almost impossible to become alchemists. Spiritual power is often linked to bloodline, so alchemists generally have high bloodlines."

"The human body is not a good conductor of spiritual energy."

"But you have achieved mental power coverage in such a primitive way that I cannot understand, so I can only conclude that Lu Mingfei's mental power has far exceeded the scope of normal hybrids."

"Then... what should we do?" Lu Mingfei looked guilty. "To be honest, I can handle another batch."

He knew that something was wrong with him.

But I never expected that in my excitement, I would casually create such a basket of alchemical artifacts, only to find that they had such serious problems.

"Hum..."

Nuwa pouted, "What can we do? We're not short of ingredients."

"Anyway, you've already soloed the Dragon King, and the Dragon Slaying Platform is now at your beck and call. It would be abnormal if your mental strength were low! I just didn't expect... never mind."

Nuwa rubbed her hair, pondering as she flipped through Lu Mingfei's pile of draft papers.

A large part of it is the parameter structure of 'refining'.

"So, you've made up your mind to enchant the Howling Tiger Fang Spear?"

"Let's try it."

Lu Mingfei nodded, squatted down with him, and picked up some of the alchemical creations.

"I tried to inscribe the three dragon runes of the Judgment on the talisman to produce various effects. The power should be decent. If I can achieve this on the Roaring Tiger Spear, this spear should be able to rank among the top alchemical weapons."

"Armor-piercing...corrosion...explosion...severing...killing...decomposition...curse..."

Nuwa followed along, picking through the talismans, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

They all sound incredibly powerful...

What would happen if we gathered them together?
With so many effects combined, one shot could really kill.

"Is it urgent?" Nuwa suddenly asked.

"If there's no rush, I'll have someone build another simulation device based on these talismans, and we can run a simulation on it first?"

"Strike while the iron is hot."

Lu Mingfei shook his head. "There's no need to simulate anymore. I'm already very familiar with these dragon runes."

Nuwa was speechless for a long time.

Thinking to himself, "Wow, you're really something, Lu Mingfei. You only obtained the dragon runes through your spiritual vision yesterday, and today you dare to say you're very familiar with them and can use them flexibly in alchemy."

"Ok."

Nuwa sighed. After all, he was the man she had chosen, so there was nothing more to say.

"Why don't you share these alchemical creations with the family members? They might be useful. I've written down my guesses about their functions on a piece of paper," Lu Mingfei suggested.

"No rush, let me tidy up first." Nuwa shook her head.

If a new batch of goods is hastily delivered to frontline combat personnel as soon as it is produced, it will disrupt the original process, especially when the effect is still unclear. It may even have the opposite effect. There is no need to treat family members as Japanese.

"However, I'm planning to take these alchemical items bearing the 'Judgment' dragon runes to the people upstairs for them to study. What do you think?"

Nuwa inquired, "Perhaps someone can develop spiritual vision and perhaps help you complete the dragon runes?"

"It's all right."

Lu Mingfei had no objections, but he didn't have high hopes either.

He now felt that the dragon script of 'Judgment' seemed a bit strange. Like 'Gqotoh', 'Judgment' also seemed to involve the underlying rules of some kind of field.

the reason is simple,
The three dragon runes for 'Judgment', and the low-level dragon rune 'Gqotoh' related to alchemy.
Lu Mingfei had already successfully recreated it on the mixing console.

And he was certain that this mixing machine could never have recorded 'Gqotoh' or 'Judgment'.

Yet it can make it perfectly take shape according to the trajectory.

The three core dragon patterns cannot perform the pontine rupture surgery, which is also not included in the mixing device.

With just a few strokes, it will quickly disintegrate.

"These unique dragon runes represent a fundamental rule...?"

Lu Mingfei seemed to be deep in thought.

……

Next.

Nuwa left the seventh basement level of the Weapon Refining Pavilion and began to arrange related matters.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, slept in the rest room inside the weapon refining pavilion until evening.

When he woke up, he looked radiant.

Nuwa, along with several members of the Zhou family specializing in weapon crafting, had been waiting for a long time.

Of course, there's also Lao Tang, the 'mascot' that Lu Mingfei specifically requested.

In front of the real forging furnace where the temperature keeps rising.

"Get going, get going!"

Old Tang was incredibly excited and eager to get started, knowing only that he was shouldering an important mission.

Isn't this just a sword-forging competition?
Strictly speaking, recasting is much easier than forging.

However, Nuwa still carefully explained the key points to Lu Mingfei. She was not proficient in the field of weapon crafting, so she brought along an expert from her family.

An old man spent an afternoon studying the Roaring Tiger Spear: "The material of this spear is very special. I can't tell what kind of metal it is, but its characteristics are toughness, unparalleled toughness. In addition, there should have been more alchemical patterns on the spearhead, but they have been erased."

"So if you want to add alchemical patterns, it's best to follow the original positions to avoid making mistakes."

The old man picked up a marker and marked a specific area on the sharp, sword-like tip of the gun.

Lu Mingfei listened carefully to the opinions of the professionals.

The space was large enough that even after inscribing three dragon characters for 'judgment', there was still plenty of room to spare.

Several experts then offered comprehensive guidance to Lu Mingfei on aspects such as 'timing', 'temperature', 'inscription materials', and 'force'.

As the most outstanding craftsmen in the Zhou family, although they could not fully understand the Tiger Roaring Fang Spear, they could at least offer effective advice. The most crucial moment was ultimately the moment when Lu Mingfei himself took up the spear.

After all, only he understood the dragon runes of 'Judgment', and the combination of alchemical weapons and his own spiritual power was beneficial in every way.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Lu Mingfei held a fine pen, as sharp as a hair, and dipped it in the best engraving material—his blood, an enhanced version.

Wait quietly to the side.

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work out. We can forge a new weapon or choose one from the treasure vault," Nuwa comforted her.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei remained completely calm while pressing the cotton ball; he possessed absolute confidence in the face of such a trivial matter.

"Now!" an old man in charge of controlling the fire suddenly shouted.

rub--

The red-hot spearhead was pulled from the forge.

The deep black, sharp pen, undeterred by the high temperature, pierced through.

……

Meanwhile, the coastal area.

Chu Zihang has just completed a 'hero saves the beauty' moment.

"Calm down, I've taken care of the bad guy, everything's fine now. Do you need me to call the police for you?"

"You are... Senior Brother Chu Zihang?"

In the eerie alley, the girl's body, curled up like a shrimp, was still trembling, as if she had been greatly frightened.

"You recognize me?"

Upon seeing the girl's face clearly, Chu Zihang was slightly taken aback. Even though he rarely paid much attention to women's appearances, he was still struck by how 'perfect' a face looked in front of him.

He would still feel a sense of amazement from the bottom of his heart.

"Everyone at Shilan Middle School knows you, right?" the girl said softly.

Noticing Chu Zihang's surprised and uncertain gaze, she chuckled: "My name is Xia Mi, and I used to study at Shilan."

"Sorry...did I come at the wrong time?"

Chu Zihang suddenly frowned.

He had just seen a few idle young men following a girl into this alley.
They followed their instincts and rushed in immediately.
But it seems that the girl named Xia Mi is not afraid, but rather weak because of hunger?
Using the streetlights, they sized up the suspicious person.

The arched body wasn't meant to dodge, but rather to gather strength for an attack... This guy is clearly a trained fighter!

She doesn't seem like an ordinary person. Could she be setting a trap for law enforcement?

Hmm...that doesn't seem right either.

Chu Zihang suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head, and a sense of disorientation and incongruity was slowly creeping out from the depths of his memory. For some reason, the scent of sunshine and rain lingered around his nose.

Why did he come here?

At that moment, Chu Zihang heard the girl's light and melodious voice.

"It's not that the timing is bad! Senior Brother Chu Zihang, I'm the one who should apologize."

Xia Mi smiled and straightened up, shaking her small, pink fist.

"I accidentally splattered blood on you just now."

(End of this chapter)