(Due to random inability to use, the progress of the Silver Alliance is 22/100.)
Several days ago, on the fifth floor of the High Tower.
Yan Zhao looked at the artificially created Evil Fallen in the forbidden area, his feelings quite complex as he thought of Yan Zizai appearing with Yan Ying’s corpse not long ago.
The Yan Family, because of the curse, always faced ridicule from other families regarding their issue with progeny, especially Zhong Pangzi, who bluntly stated that Yan Zhao had used the fortune of the Yan Family on a female Evil Fallen, while the Zhong Family could have as many Evil Fallen to play with as they wanted.
Raising Yan Ying to beco such a master was no easy task.
What especially baffled Yan Zhao was that, although he had not witnessed the clash between the two, Yan Zizai seed to be uninjured, and Yan Ying died too easily.
"I never knew our family had such a person, was her existence used to monitor ?"
After giving it a careful thought, Yan Zhao realized that throughout these years, this child had never spoken to him with such a tone.
"I really underestimated this child’s temperant."
Before Yan Zizai left the tower, he brought Yan Ying’s corpse to the forbidden area to question it, and now this corpse had beco one of the materials for human Evil Fallen experints.
Yan Zhao, although feeling a great loss, was also not too concerned; for Eternal Beings, ti passes slowly, and it’s just a matter of redoing what has been done before.
However, he must now ascertain why Yan Zizai’s temperant had changed, and it was also ti to prompt the children of the Yan Family to... get married. To cultivate a new Guardian, one must start early.
Regarding the current Yan Family father and son, he truly disdained them; his hopes could only be placed on the next generation.
Thus, the old ancestor of the Yan Family summoned Yan Heyu and Yan Zhishui.
Yan Heyu was the current Family Head, and Yan Zhishui was the son of Yan Heyu; Yan Jiu was Yan Heyu’s daughter.
In all the major families, the status of the old ancestors in the forbidden lands was transcendent. They were the real reason the families could stand firm on the fifth floor.
Therefore, when they learned that the old ancestor had requested their presence in the forbidden area, they felt both fearful and hopeful.
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On the second day after Yan Zhao decided to investigate Yan Zizai, Yan Zhishui ca to the Asylum on the third floor of the High Tower.
The rulers had special identity markings, and although most people had never seen them, soldiers within the two army formations recognized these markings.
Yan Zhishui ca with a bit of fanfare, bringing many gifts.
Passing through thick walls, he entered the Asylum and saw the old n playing chess. This ti, their chess ga appeared very coordinated, back and forth; their waves finally aligned, no longer two separate gas on one chessboard.
The patient who used to grin foolishly at the old n was not grinning; he glared angrily at Yan Zhishui, who found the sight of the patient with a snotty bubble disgusting.
In the corner, the person reading a book tore off a corner of the page because they were gripping it too hard.
Doctor Zheng Duoxi seed to have finally reclaid his identity as a doctor, wearing a white coat and looking serious as he ca out to inquire, but Yan Zhishui knew that everyone here was ntally ill, including his own sister.
If not for the old ancestor’s request, he would not have even set foot in this place.
Zheng Duoxi fell to the ground, pushed by Yan Zhishui, who clearly didn’t wish to interact with him.
What Yan Zhishui didn’t know was that although the lunatics in the Asylum seed to have different madnesses and were separate individuals, they had developed their own rhythm after a long ti together.
The crazy nurse instantly beca crazier; I can hit this Dr. Zheng, what gives you the right to?
At once, the crazy nurse lunged at Yan Zhishui, planning to bite him to express her affection for Dr. Zheng.
Yan Zhishui naturally wouldn’t be bested by a mad nurse, and with a light wave of his hand, the nurse’s body flew like a kite with its string cut, soaring high into the sky before falling to the ground.
The asylum nurse staggered to her feet, her head severely injured and bleeding profusely, trying to seek justice for Zheng Duoxi.
Two mad old n stopped playing chess and began to loudly curse at Yan Zhishui.
The more Yan Zhishui saw of this place, the more he detested it, fortunately, a bunch of lunatics couldn’t stop him. Suppressing his rage, Yan Zhishui made his way to the sixth floor.
The process was quick.
Although the chessboard was overturned, the pages of books scattered all over the floor, the idiot with a silly smile now cried, and the doctor sat halfway on the floor, panic-stricken as he tried to lift the asylum nurse.
But the asylum was already noisy, and in Yan Zhishui’s eyes, the lunatics were simply going crazy in a different way, which had nothing to do with him.
After reaching the sixth floor, Yan Zhishui could hardly stand this place anymore when suddenly, soone burst out:
"You’re a transmigrator too, aren’t you? You’ve co to the wrong place; this isn’t where you belong, this ti and space is not ant for you! Leave quickly! If you don’t leave now, you will be destroyed by ti and space."
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Yan Zhishui couldn’t imagine why there would be a place where madn live together.
A normal person staying here for a few days would probably go insane as well.
After kicking this "transmigrator" back to his Space-Ti Association, Yan Zhishui didn’t care if he was too harsh with his kick; the transmigrator seed to have sustained so injuries to the abdon.
He knocked on the door directly, suppressing his emotions.
Yan Jiu knew soone was coming when she heard the patient outside talking about ti and space and transmigration, ready to greet her friend with a smile.
Because those who ca to see her were either Sister Chengzi or Bai Wu.
But when she opened the door, Yan Jiu’s smile froze, although her smile was already sowhat stiff.
"Bro... Brother?"
Yan Jiu looked bewildered, not expecting to see her brother upon opening the door.
Yan Zhishui was also surprised. He had imagined that Yan Jiu might have an idle or blank expression, or even a scared one, but he never expected to see her smile.
Mad indeed, she had gone mad.
If not for insanity, how could a person without joy show a smile?
Forcing back his revulsion toward insanity, Yan Zhishui squeezed out a smile not much more natural than Yan Jiu’s:
"Sister, long ti no see."
Yan Jiu was stunned.
mories of her childhood rushed back; her brother’s emotions were intact, and naturally, he would smile, but he mostly smiled when he bullied her.
But deep down, there was always a longing for family, and Yan Jiu smiled again:
"Brother... why have you co? Co in and sit down!"
Being bullied as a child was because nobody knew better, but as people grow up, many things are bound to change.
As one ages, there’s a realization of the immaturity of so past actions.
Quickly, it seed to confirm Yan Jiu’s thoughts, her brother’s tone of conversation was very friendly.
Yan Zhishui ca prepared, fearing he might find himself at a loss for words with Yan Jiu and had already prepared what he intended to say.
The topic, of course, began with making excuses for their father, Yan Heyu, explaining that the reason he had to send his daughter here was a last resort.
Yan Jiu was never liked much as a child, for she could not perceive joy, so she thought maybe it would be better to be sent to the Asylum and make friends with so inherently abnormal people.
This was indeed a clumsy idea, but Yan Jiu believed it.
She found the two old n playing chess downstairs very interesting and thought that if they ever ca to their senses, they would surely consider each other bosom friends.
The man who was always smiling seed very impressive to Yan Jiu, for there were several instances where she felt that this person was able to capture the overall emotional atmosphere.
When he laughed, the Asylum was very harmonious, but when he was angry or sad, sothing unpleasant might happen in the Asylum.
Yan Jiu had also t Dr. Zheng and the mad nurse and later found that they enjoyed their own little world, so she thought it best not to disturb them.
Perhaps Dr. Zheng had a past, and so did the mad nurse. They seed very contradictory, yet they actually complented each other well.
If you observed carefully, you would find that the uncle who reads books was also very interesting. Although most of the ti he read the books upside down, he truly was absorbed in them, and if you got close and asked what was written inside, he would recite it to you in reverse.
It was as if he had suffered so sort of neural trauma, making his way of processing and outputting information unique, but he indeed was a very good person.
Transmigrators were even more fun, talking seriously about those stories from seven hundred years ago, and sotis Yan Jiu would even draw the scenes he described.
She was a person so lonely and lacking in love that, even after eting Bai Wu and her life took a great turn, she still couldn’t help but like the people around her.
Luckily, these madn liked her as well.
So in Yan Jiu’s eyes, although she had been driven out from the Yan Family’s Manor ... she was still very happy.
If it were said Yan Heyu did it so his daughter could make more friends, such a tall tale would hardly be believed, but Yan Jiu indeed made friends.
Therefore, she believed it all.
Later, they talked about the current state of the Yan Family. Although Yan Jiu didn’t understand, she listened earnestly because in her childhood... she didn’t have any mory of a brother talking to her like this, not once.
So she really enjoyed these monts, even if what her brother talked about was nonsense, or sothing she had absolutely no interest in, she listened with extra attention because it was her real family talking.
In the end, they got to discussing Yan Zizai. Everything was proceeding at Yan Zhishui’s pace; speaking a few words to his sister and ntioning the family’s recent situation was rely a formality. What he really wanted to know was about Yan Zizai.
"My uncle? He’s a really good person, graceful and very caring about . It just seems that uncle has trouble rembering past events. I always feel that, inside, uncle is very sad."
Yan Jiu had fully accepted Yan Zhishui as her own. The bullying she had endured as a child seed to have vanished completely.
Yan Zhishui was taken aback:
"That’s... that’s our family’s Guardian... you call him little uncle?"
Yan Zhishui couldn’t imagine if Yan Jiu was just joking. How could she refer to an ancestor, a being of such high generational status, as little uncle?
Yan Jiu nodded seriously:
"Yeah, I also think it’s inappropriate, but little uncle asked to call him that; he probably doesn’t care much about these things. Little uncle is very proud at heart, values character greatly, yet he’s flexible. He’s our family’s Guardian? That’s great. With him in the Yan Family, it feels like there’s nothing to worry about."
Although the person Yan Jiu most wanted to praise was Bai Wu, that would be too abrupt, and since little uncle was also outstanding, she, the top flatterer, did not withhold praise for her own little uncle.
Yan Zhishui felt like the hierarchy was all ssed up. If you call my ancestor little uncle, what should I call you?
He shook his head, secretly criticizing Yan Zizai as well. How could such a perfect person let a madwoman call him little uncle?
After more conversation, Yan Zhishui was certain that Yan Zizai and Yan Jiu were indeed very close.
Yan Jiu’s trust in Yan Zizai was like that of a daughter to a father, or a sister to a brother.
But he must report on this matter to his father, as well as to the old ancestor.
"By the way, brother, what are you here for?"
"Dad really misses you, wants to see you, and plans to have bring you back."
Yan Jiu didn’t catch that this ant she was to leave the asylum forever because she had already considered it her own place.
This place, devoid of normal people, was paradoxically a Land of Bliss to her.
Yan Zhishui’s words seed only to suggest visiting, so Yan Jiu agreed:
"I also really want to see Dad... It feels like it’s been a very, very long ti since I last saw him."
"Then co with ."
Soon, Yan Jiu followed Yan Zhishui out of the door, as he didn’t want to spend another mont in that place.
But as soon as they left, Yan Jiu heard a muffled groan from the transmigrator next door, caused by pain.
Yan Jiu was worried and wanted to check on them, but Yan Zhishui’s expression turned fierce:
"Sister, don’t waste ti."
"But..."
"Let’s go, Dad has a lot of work to handle tonight, we’re pressed for ti."
"Alright... okay."
Yan Jiu felt sothing was off, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Not until they reached the ground floor did she feel as if her heart was being squeezed.
The fool was crying loudly, snot and tears streaming down his face.
The two old n playing chess had picked up the scattered pieces, yet one was lost and couldn’t be found.
Pages from books lay scattered all over the place; the man who loved to read beca so agitated with the pages out of order that he paced back and forth.
And Dr. Zheng was shouting frantically by the thick wall of the exit, cradling a nurse in his arms, the nurse’s head dripping with blood.
It was like a corner of the already small world inside her heart suddenly collapsed, making Yan Jiu feel blocked within.
The asylum was always chaotic, but not like this.
She looked at Yan Zhishui:
"Brother... what’s going on? How did the nurse get hurt? Was it... you?"
Yan Zhishui frowned:
"What nonsense are you talking about, what nurse? These people are just madn, it’s normal for lunatics to hurt each other, what does it have to do with ?"
Yan Jiu really hoped she could believe her brother, but looking at the fool who always smiled stupidly, tears streaming as he glared at his brother, suddenly made her feel exhausted...
So nothing has changed. All those words, were they all lies? Dad didn’t send here to make friends...
How could those who really cared about her harm her friends?
The fool seed very concerned about Yan Jiu and charged at Yan Zhishui like a madman. Watching Yan Zhishui kick him away...
Yan Jiu took a couple of steps back, her gaze filled with anger, like a little lion protecting its territory, facing an intruder:
"Brother... I am not going back with you, you can leave."
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