The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

In the distance, the sharp sound of an alarm shattered the tranquility of the valley as it drew closer.

The anger on San Tai's face vanished with a hiss, like embers extinguished by cold water.

She withdrew her foot from the shipping container and gracefully brushed away imaginary dust from her trench coat.

"Consider yourselves lucky."

San Tai turned around, no longer looking at the empty box. His gaze swept over An Changqing and Long Ao, finally landing on Chen Guan, who was barely noticeable in the corner.

Her lips curled up again, but the curve was as cold as a knife: "I'll remember this debt. I'm going to find that thief."

"As for you, we'll meet again." Her beautiful eyes swept over An Changqing, a hint of malice in them. "I have a feeling that day isn't far off."

Before she finished speaking, she lightly touched the ground with her feet, and her whole body turned into a blur, disappearing into the dense forest in a few breaths without a trace.

The mountain wind blew by, leaving only three young people and a mess.

"She... just left like that?"

Long Ao stared at the empty forest, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.

"Otherwise what?"

An Changqing let out a breath, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"Should we stay and wait for the officials to invite her for tea?"

He walked over to Chen Guan, patted him on the shoulder, and glanced at the box door that had been kicked open.

"Let's go, it's time for our business to end."

Half a minute later, uniformed rescue teams and investigators from the association cordoned off the entire area.

As the son of an official, An Changqing naturally took over the power of discourse.

He succinctly characterized the incident as an accidental collapse caused by illegal transportation, omitting all details about the underground temple and the Guiyuan Group.

The investigator glanced at An Changqing, then at Long Ao beside him, and wisely chose to believe him.

The cunning tunnel collapsed on its own; it really doesn't know what's good for it.

Soon, Qian Yongnian, who had only suffered minor injuries, and his bodyguards were rescued, while the surviving mercenaries were all handcuffed and taken away.

As soon as he came out, he grabbed the investigator's leg and cried his heart out.

An Changqing simply watched coldly from the sidelines until the investigators came over to ask him questions, at which point he put on a perfectly appropriate expression of regret.

"Mr. Qian, please accept my condolences."

"We didn't find anything in the container at the back of the truck. It must have been the remnants of the Blood Wolf mercenary group who took things with them in the chaos."

Qian Yongnian's crying stopped abruptly.

He was stunned for two seconds, and then, as if by magic, his fat, sorrowful face instantly blossomed into a flower of ecstatic joy.

He suddenly got up from the ground, brushed the dirt off his body, and changed his attitude towards the investigator.

"Yes, yes, it must have been those damned bandits."

"Oh dear, look at my memory! I took the wrong goods when I went out. The fake items I was using to fool people are gone, but at least no one was hurt! No need to investigate anymore, let's close the case!"

He spoke incoherently, his face beaming with relief that seemed to burst from his fat.

Long Ao rolled his eyes at the sight. If An Changqing hadn't stopped him, he would have loved to punch that hypocritical fat face.

Ultimately, Qian Yongnian was taken away by the association for investigation on suspicion of providing false information and employing illegal armed forces.

An Changqing and his two companions received their reward of 500,000 yuan, deposited into their accounts, an hour later, without missing a single penny.

"At least he still has some conscience."

Long Ao looked at the payment notification on his phone and snorted.

"He has no conscience."

An Changqing put away his phone and shook his head.

"He's afraid we'll tell everyone what we saw today, so this is his way of trying to please us."

An Changqing's gaze drifted into the distance.

"Qian Yongnian is just a target; the real trouble is the employer behind him."

……

Late at night, Huaqing College, boys' dormitory.

Chen Guan returned to his room and locked the door with a click.

The whole world fell completely silent.

He walked to the window, pulled the curtains shut, and shut out the outside noise.

Chen Guan sat down on the edge of the bed, reached into his pocket, and took out the furry head from inside.

The leopard felt comfortable from the scratching, made a satisfied gurgling sound in its throat, and yawned.

A ball of white light, pulsating like a living being, floated out of its mouth along with its yawn and landed steadily in Chen Guan's palm.

It was a white sphere the size of a fist, with a smooth surface and billions of points of light flowing and disappearing inside, radiating a powerful life force that put people at ease.

The desire for recovery.

Having been together for so long, Leopard could more or less guess Chen Guan's meaning; he wanted to take stock of his gains.

The white light illuminated Chen Guan's face; his eyes held no greed, but gleamed with an unknown light.

With a heart full of hope for revival, he walked step by step to the coffin.

"Repairing the original damage..."

Chen Guan's voice was barely audible, more like a wisp of obsession leaking from his chest.

"...It can even bring the dead back to life."

As my fingertips touched the warm, smooth surface of the sphere, that power surged through my entire body like a warm current.

A glimmer of light, which had been suppressed, finally ignited in his eyes.

Perhaps, we don't need to wait any longer.

He leaned down and pressed the pulsating ball of light against his chest.

The moment the heart of rejuvenation touches the skin.

hum.

A dazzling white light engulfed the entire room.

The light was no longer gentle; it transformed into a torrent, surging wildly into the body of the original being.

Chen Guan was pushed back half a step by that force. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the direction of the coffin.

He saw it in the white light.

The chest, which had been silent for so long, throbbed as the light poured in.

thump.

That sound resonated deep within his soul.

Chen Guan's breathing stopped.

His muscles were tense, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the white light.

one second.

two seconds.

The white light began to dim, receding like the tide.

Five seconds.

The room dimmed again, leaving only the faint glow emanating from the revived heart.

ten seconds.

Chen Guan could hear a drum-like sound coming from his chest.

The person inside the coffin remained motionless.

That throbbing was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water; after a ripple, there was no more sound.

The body remained lying there, its eyelashes still, its lips pale.

Chen Guan tried to return to his body, but nothing had changed.

time flies.

The coffin remained in that position, motionless.

The room was eerily quiet.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It went on for so long that his limbs started to go numb.

A line of text appeared before his eyes.

[While the physical body's vital signs are intact, the soul's anchor point is broken, and the resurrected heart cannot repair damage on a non-material level.]

The system provides an explanation.

He squatted beside the coffin, his back hunched, his whole body curled up in a ball.

All the sounds and light around me faded away, leaving only that quiet, almost cruel face before me.

A wet nose gently nudged his wrist.

Leopard climbed out of the pocket, jumped to the ground, rubbed its head against his arm, and let out a worried whimper.