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Chapter 947: Chapter 191: Graduation and the One Who Descends

Gan Hong kept her head down, panting heavily, while watching sweat drip from the tips of her hair… The doctor said that such rehabilitation training should not be too intense, about two hours a day should suffice.

But Gan Hong felt that her body could handle it—although she was exhausted now, it was actually much easier than the training at the academy.

The special class at the academy not only had a high elimination rate, but even the mortality rate was not low.

And this level of rehabilitation training, if it’s just at this level…

“Pretty much, you should replenish some fluids now.”

A voice.

Gan Hong suddenly lifted her head and saw Luo Qiu approaching her with a bottle of water.

Gan Hong was startled, exclaiming, “Young Master Qiu…”

“Drink some water first, you’ve sweated too much.” Luo Qiu unscrewed the bottle cap and offered it to Gan Hong.

Luo Qiu had gone this far, so Gan Hong had no reason to refuse, “Thank you, Young Master Qiu.”

Luo Qiu shook his head and said, “Back at the Han Residence, didn’t you pour water for me many times? It’s nothing.”

“It’s different.” Gan Hong shook her head, “My father sent me to serve you, doing these little things is nothing.”

Luo Qiu smiled and then asked, “What did the doctor say?”

Gan Hong replied, “As long as I continue training, I can basically make a full recovery, with little effect on future physical abilities, but flexibility might be a bit lacking.”

When talking about flexibility, Gan Hong’s face showed some sadness… I think her flexibility must have been excellent before she got injured.

“By the way, is this where you got injured?” Luo Qiu suddenly touched Gan Hong’s back lightly, almost like a caress.

“No, lower.” Gan Hong shook her head.

Lower would be at the position of the tailbone—almost reaching the buttocks.

This time Luo Qiu did not touch further, just tilted his head to take a look, “This position… that thing sure could hit hard.”

Gan Hong shook her head with a bitter smile, “In that situation, surviving was already a blessing… at least I still have the chance to stand and walk.”

Luo Qiu nodded and said, “Being optimistic is a good thing… but no matter what, I hope you can fully recover.”

Maybe it was an illusion, but Gan Hong always felt that after Young Master Qiu’s hand left, there was a slight tingling sensation at her back’s injury, but it was fleeting.

“Why did you come to the village, Young Master Qiu?” This was what Gan Hong most wanted to know.

Luo Qiu answered directly, “Me? I was brought here by Song Ying, and the main purpose was to see you.”

“Miss Ying?” Gan Hong was taken aback.

Luo Qiu glanced at the glass wall of the physical therapy room, his gaze seemed to carry a smile, where Song Ying was pressing her hands against the glass wall, her face almost glued to it, eyes wide open.

“I’ll leave the rest of the time to her.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly, “Today should be a pretty good day.”

…

On the bench against the wall of the physical training room, Song Ying and Gan Hong sat in silence. Song Ying’s gaze wandered around the corner for a while before suddenly turning to Gan Hong.

“Oh!”

“Miss Ying…”

It turned out Gan Hong was also ready to break the silence at that moment. They locked eyes, Song Ying was momentarily stunned, then laughed out, while Gan Hong relaxed her expression.

Song Ying said softly, “How have you been these days?”

Gan Hong replied seriously, “I’ll recover soon and return to my duties.”

Song Ying said, “What duties? You mean going back beside Luo Qiu?”

Gan Hong said solemnly, “That day, my father already announced that from now on, I belong to Young Master Qiu.”

Song Ying shook her head and suddenly cupped Gan Hong’s face, staring intently, “Tell me honestly, why didn’t you refuse my grandfather… you should know, even if it’s my grandfather, he wouldn’t force you if you didn’t want to. Why?”

Gan Hong replied calmly, “We were trained from young, learning various skills. Many girls like me work outside, carrying out missions by any means necessary, our bodies are tools we use. Miss Ying, don’t you think I’m already lucky compared to them?”

Song Ying didn’t blink, nor did Gan Hong.

After a long while, Song Ying sighed, released her hands, “Fine, if that’s your only reason, then congratulations, you’ve achieved your goal.”

“Hmm.” Gan Hong responded faintly.

“Stretch out your hand,” Song Ying suddenly said.

Gan Hong was a bit puzzled, but she still extended her hand. Suddenly, Song Ying slapped something into Gan Hong’s palm—not as a hit, Gan Hong only felt something placed in her hand.

“Don’t give this away carelessly.” Song Ying stood up, turning her back to Gan Hong, walking towards the practice bars, “That guy said so.”

Gan Hong looked down at her palm: a silver-white bracelet.

She suddenly smiled lightly.

“What are you dawdling for?” Song Ying suddenly called out loudly, “Didn’t you say you want to recover quickly? Then don’t slack off. I don’t have much time, at most I can stay for one or two hours, you should be satisfied!”

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck.

To meet Miss Ying and… Young Master Qiu.

Gan Hong struggled to stand up and slowly made her way to the training equipment. She moved particularly slowly, but Song Ying didn’t come to help, just watched her with a gentle smile.

They’re all such gentle people.

…

Later, Gan Hong still went to see Song Ying and Luo Qiu off.

But Song Er didn’t accompany them this time because he still had matters that needed him to stay in the village and wouldn’t be able to return until tomorrow.

“Go back, rest well after a long day.” Song Ying waved at Gan Hong, then quickly entered the helicopter cabin.

Luo Qiu followed behind, but Gan Hong suddenly called out, “Young Master Qiu…”

“Is there something?”

Gan Hong looked at Luo Qiu’s face, not sure if it was an illusion… Young Master Qiu appeared to her as he did when she first saw him on the train, yet the Song Family seemed subtly changed because of his presence.

“I… I will recover as soon as possible,” Gan Hong said earnestly.

Luo Qiu just smiled, didn’t say much, only said before leaving: “Goodbye.”

The helicopter slowly rose into the air.

Song Er patted Gan Hong on the shoulder and said gently, “If you want to catch up, recover soon. Can you make it? I’ve brought many students, not many women can persist, and you are the best among these few.”

Gan Hong nodded towards Song Er.

But Song Er suddenly said, “Actually, when Old Zhong first suggested sending you to this new Young Master Sun, I opposed and even worried… but now it’s good to take this opportunity to recover and temporarily leave Young Master Qiu.”

“Second Instructor, I don’t understand what you mean,” Gan Hong frowned.

Song Er said abruptly, “It’s the idea of the eldest, right? The eldest loves doing these things… didn’t he say that if you could climb onto Young Master Sun’s bed, you’d have hope for the revenge you’ve borne for over a decade?”

Gan Hong’s expression stiffened slightly.

Song Er shook his head and said, “But now it seems the path you’ve chosen doesn’t seem viable either. Though I am not like the Blind Man who can read fortunes, I can still generally tell what kind of person someone is… Let’s not talk about climbing onto Young Master Qiu’s bed, getting close to his heart is a problem. This Young Master Qiu… seems modest, but is more ruthless than anyone.”

“Second Instructor, I… I don’t think so,” Gan Hong shook her head.

Song Er said, “When I say ruthless, I don’t mean heartless cruelty, how should I put this…”

Song Er frowned, “If anything, it’s best described as Supreme Forgetfulness… But how can one truly abandon all emotions? That’s the realm of a Saint… so this kind of ruthlessness requires a lot of pondering. Hmm… It feels even more powerful than the so-called Dao Heart of the Blind Man.”

Gan Hong’s eyes were full of confusion.

Song Er could only say, “If you don’t understand, forget it, just treat it as the instinct of us Martial Artists… you should know that as Martial Artists, our senses are very keen… this Young Master Qiu is not simple.”

“I will be careful, Second Instructor,” Gan Hong nodded.

Song Er said helplessly, “It seems you didn’t listen… never mind, I’m just saying this, in the end, it’s up to you. But now I can give you some good news.”

Gan Hong gave a questioning look.

Just then, a line of off-road vehicles suddenly drove up from a distance. These off-road vehicles were full… young men and women in combat uniforms quickly got out of the vehicles and formed up quickly.

They stood tall, arms behind their backs, exuding a formidable aura.

“Second Instructor, this is…”

“They are all members of the Reserves,” Song Er said indifferently at this time, “From now on, they are under your control. The Old Zhong’s intention is for you to take these reserves to your Hometown, and then train them as soon as possible.”

Gan Hong’s lips were slightly parted.

Song Er laughed at this moment, “In other words, from now on, they are equivalent to your force for revenge.”

Gan Hong was silent for a moment, “Why.”

Song Er sighed, “Because Old Zhong and the eldest agreed. Gan Hong, Old Zhong and the eldest know your thoughts more clearly than anyone. Of course, making you Miss Ying’s guard, you became good friends, but from the beginning to end, you never asked Miss Ying for help in this matter, Old Zhong and the eldest believed you truly treated Miss as a friend, not a tool for your revenge.”

Gan Hong silently lowered her head.

Song Er continued, “We all know, if you had asked Miss Ying, with her character, she would have helped you no matter what. But you never did… even more so, when Old Zhong sent you to Young Master Qiu early, and the eldest gave you this idea, you were willing to become Young Master Qiu’s woman rather than asking Miss Ying… right? Gan Hong, humans have hearts of flesh, especially this time, you saved Miss at the risk of your own life… your persistence finally moved Old Zhong, so he entrusted you with these reserves. As for me, I will also serve as your advisor with the team… all of this after your body recovers.”

“Second Instructor…”

“Not wanting to treat your most cherished friend as a tool for your revenge.” Song Er at this time pressed a hand on Gan Hong’s head, “From now on, consider yourself graduated.”

…

Only the fiery red clouds remained.

Gan Hong gazed at the clouds, now wearing the silver bracelet she once took off… The evening breeze was slightly cool, Gan Hong brushed away the hair blowing in her face, suddenly recalling the moment not long ago when her father gave her away to Young Master Qiu in front of everyone.

Back then, Young Master Qiu said he’d find the right time to talk to her father about setting her free.

And today, it seems that moment has indeed arrived.

As if knowing everything, seemingly unbothered by anything… yet somehow, everything seems to head in a better direction in the end.

“Strange guy…”

…

All negative emotions can turn into power.

Because hatred, envy, anger, etc., can cause ordinary people to erupt with extraordinary power, let alone devils who feed on these, let alone a queen of Hell?

The ICU is filled with despair, and how much Breath of Death is there in the morgue?

For Lucifer now, these are indeed good materials—of course, if she hadn’t become what she is now, these things wouldn’t even catch her Dharma Eye.

She still relies on the power of Word Spirit… although the power of the abyss is quite weak in the main reality, as one of the lords of Hell, she can always sense it.

Lucifer was already prepared to absorb the despair from the ICU.

At this time, she moved to the morgue, chanting ancient Word Spirit syllables, raising both hands.

In the dim and cold morgue, a bright green light suddenly appeared—at this time, Lucifer suddenly bit her finger, then crouched on the ground, and began drawing a complex Formation Diagram on the floor with her blood.

Of course, these Death Breaths and the aura of despair are merely materials for the ritual, the real key is Lucifer’s own blood.

“Alright, the summoning Array is complete. Now let’s see my luck,” Lucifer stood upright, “Declare, oh infinite scales of destinies, obey the ancient Word Spirit’s Contract, respond to me… Servant of the Void.”

The bloody Formation Diagram suddenly shone with dazzling light, and a purple mist suddenly rose from within the diagram.

They twirled and accelerated—in the thick purple mist, a red light suddenly flickered.

This red light quickly slashed through all the purple smoke… Then, a woman wearing black leather armor, with a black veil and mask, holding a scarlet spear, slowly opened her eyes.

Lucifer squinted her eyes at this time, “It’s actually the spirit of the shadow country’s queen… seems like my luck is quite good this time.”

She looked at Lucifer and said indifferently, “Did you summon my projection… should I call you Hell’s queen or Star of the Morning Dawn?”

“Just call me by my name,” Lucifer shrugged, “Lucifer… So, during this time, I will rely on you, my servant.”

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PS: These past two days have been so busy I’ve been tempted to swim in the winter… this is to make up for yesterday, and I’ll make up for today later, the records of the updates owed are kept.