Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1767: Chapter 927: Heart Ghost and Guardianship, No Farewell

Jindai Yunhe smiled and said, ”I caught him in the wilderness and wanted to bring him back to the clan for possession. We schemed against each other and counterattacked each other for countless days. He always seemed to have a trump card, always prepared. In the end, I lost my arm. In fact, if someone hadn’t helped from the shadows, I might not have caught him... At that time, I was already A-Class, and he was just a C-Class.”

”What do you mean?”

Jindai Yunhe: ”He probably anticipated this moment long ago, so he left behind a backup.”

”Where is the backup?”

”I’m not truly him, how would I know? Let’s wait and see.”

At this time, Da Yu had already been brought by Kunlun through the Key of Gate. Yangyang took a pair of scissors and cut open all of Qing Chen’s clothes, to see if he had any other injuries, and to check whether Qing Chen had left any clues within his clothes.

There was nothing in the clothes, just Qing Chen’s several Taboo items.

These Taboo items were no different from before, except for an added syringe. However, everyone present had no idea what the syringe was for, so it was dropped to the side.

Yet, in the next moment, Yangyang suddenly saw the bloodstains on Qing Chen’s arm.

These were wounds Qing Chen had cut himself with his fingernails in the dark slide.

The wounds were blurred by bloodstains. Yangyang thought of something and immediately grabbed a wet towel to wipe off the bloodstains, revealing the words composed by the wounds: Use the syringe to extract 800 milliliters of my blood.

Jindai Yunhe laughed: ”I struggled hard for over thirty years, climbing from the bottom all the way up. I despise those big shots because they occupy their positions without contributing, losing their wisdom and crisis awareness. If I were to lose to people like that, I would be unwilling. But if I were to lose to Qing Chen, I can accept that.”

When Qing Chen was still in the dark slide, he already realized that the ghost child was a presence split from his subconscious, and so was the water ghost.

Therefore, when the palace lizard wanted to devour the ghost child, he stopped it.

Therefore, when the ghost child fell behind, he turned back to pull the ghost child up.

At that moment, he didn’t know how the future would pan out, but considered what if, after the cross-dimensional return, he fell into a coma and couldn’t use the syringe anymore?

So, he left Yangyang a message.

In the next moment.

”Hold off on using the Death Shroud, I need to draw blood first!” Yangyang quickly grabbed the syringe, precisely pierced Qing Chen’s elbow artery. This syringe could only extract 100 milliliters of blood at a time, and Yangyang drew it a full 8 times to accomplish Qing Chen’s task.

During this process, every time she drew a tube of blood, the unseen heart ghost in the room became one eighth less.

She squeezed the drawn blood into a basin, only to see the dark, inky blood like an abyss, even black hands occasionally reaching out from the blood’s surface, extremely eerie.

More and more heart ghosts disappeared, each painting of gray shade flew back into Qing Chen’s mind.

Jindai Yunhe quietly observed all this, then suddenly smiled and spoke to the other heart ghosts: ”Meeting everyone this time was truly remarkable and uniquely interesting. After this, there should be no chance of meeting again; farewell indefinitely.”

After speaking, he too turned into a shade of gray and flew into Qing Chen’s mind, losing his self-awareness, re-becoming Qing Chen’s mental will.

Lastly, Boss He and others smiled and glanced at Qing Chen, and returned to Qing Chen’s consciousness.

When the 8 tubes of blood were finally drawn, the room was empty and peaceful again.

Only Qing Zhun remained leaning against the wall, smilingly watching Qing Chen: ”As expected of my younger brother, goodbye.”

His figure turned into a white light and dissipated, but it did not fly into Qing Chen’s mind.

He was not a heart ghost.

Nor was he a negative state.

Qing Chen opened his eyes, weakly looking at the syringe in Yangyang’s hand: ”I knew you would find out.”

Yangyang paused for a moment: ”You knew I would definitely undress you?”

Qing Chen chuckled with a mix of tears and laughter: ”You made my emotions disconnect.”

The two gave each other a knowing smile, Yangyang bent down and rested her head beside his: ”Did you know you frightened me just now? You can’t do this anymore.”

Da Yu looked at these two, then glanced at Zard beside him, realizing everyone else had a girl, while he was standing next to a fool.

Zard responded alertly: ”Why are you looking at me?”

”Stop flirting, there are outsiders,” Da Yu said expressionlessly, ”get Qing Chen into the Death Shroud first, it’s quite something that he’s still alive with such injuries.”

Everyone carefully lifted Qing Chen into the Death Shroud, wrapping him in darkness to sleep.

They didn’t open the Death Shroud according to the one-hour rule, instead they waited a full eight hours, ensuring Qing Chen slept enough.

By morning, Yangyang lifted the Death Shroud and pinched Qing Chen’s nose: ”Time to get up; breakfast is ready.”

Qing Chen opened his eyes, suddenly spread his arms and hugged Yangyang: ”I almost thought I wouldn’t make it back.”

Yangyang instinctively wanted to struggle, but upon hearing his words, she stopped moving obediently: ”Let’s go, everyone is waiting for you in the dining room. The helicopter is ready, the new training can start anytime.”

Qing Chen got up and went to the dining room.

Da Yu frowned and asked: ”What happened, why are you so seriously injured, and why were you previously in a coma?”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said: ”I encountered Chen Yu; he chased me with eight paintings, six were painting scrolls, and two were tattoos on his arms... Oh, you should have similar natal paintings, right, used for last resort protection. What did you paint, let’s see.”

Da Yu became alert: ”What are you doing?! Don’t try anything with my idea. Natal paintings are not to be shown or used unless in a life-or-death crisis.”

Zard: ”He has Fire God Zhu Rong on the left, and Water God Gong Gong on the right. I suggested he tattoo me on his chest, but he wouldn’t do it and even cursed me...”

Da Yu: ”You damn!”

Yangyang: ”Normal people would curse you...”

Qing Chen mused: ”In this case, Chen Yu must have gone mad, otherwise he wouldn’t use his trump cards to kill me. Those two Water God Gong Gong are clearly fiercer than other paintings, presumably kept as life-saving tools, but he was blinded by anger trying to kill me.”

Da Yu asked puzzledly: ”You encountered Chen Yu and survived? I thought you would advance to Demigod after the last return and then kill him, but you’re still A-Class now, how did you survive under Chen Yu’s hand?”

Qing Chen explained: ”By using the amusement park’s rule.”

If outside, a hundred Qing Chens would likely be wiped out by those eight painting gods and Buddhas just now.

Demigods are indeed Demigods, they are called gods because mortals cannot challenge them.

Qing Chen earnestly ate breakfast, not indulging in delicacies, sipping on the white porridge cooked by Xiao Qi, as he hadn’t eaten for too long and couldn’t indulge in heavy food immediately.

Qing Chen looked at Da Yu: ”What Taboo items does Chen Yu have?”

Da Yu thought and replied: ”That Green Ox is actually a Taboo item, extremely powerful, many assume it’s a painting, but it’s not; it’s a ploy he uses. Chen Yu also possesses a piece of green bamboo extracted from Chen Xuanwu that increases memory capability, allowing Chen Clan artists to double their drawing efficiency.”

”Any others?” Qing Chen asked.

Da Yu said: ”In recent years, Chen’s Army has been exploring the Taboo Land. Years ago, there was talk that Chen’s Army found a Jade Thumb Ring shaped like Taboo item, which Chen Yu took, but its use is unknown. However, I know that he always wears it on his right thumb... Other Taboo items are unclear.”

”Quite a few life-saving things,” Qing Chen stood up and moved towards the outside: ”Let’s start training... Oh, Da Yu, how’s the Chen Clan takeover going?”

”Grandfather is purging Chen Yu’s forces. He took away several experts, providing a good chance to eradicate remnants,” Da Yu said, ”Thank you.”

Qing Chen smiled and said: ”I’m giving you all this opportunity to seize power not for you, but for the day when Roosevelt Kingdom’s fleet arrives at the Federation, so that Chen Clan can stand up and fight for this land.”

Da Yu earnestly replied, ”It will happen.”

”Let’s go! Training!” Qing Chen boarded the helicopter as if he was unscathed, as if it wasn’t him who was almost crippled hours ago.

In the cabin, he changed into the Flying Squirrel Suit as he watched the helicopter slowly ascend; for some reason, he felt exceptionally calm.

The hallucinations vanished, yet everything within the hallucinations he remembered.

Qing Chen seemed to have dreamt an absurd dream, and at the same time, like he’d taken another stroll through self-reflection.

There were still over six days left; he had to fight for a path of survival.