Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 372: Same Heart, Different Paths (Part )

Fu Cangzhao frowned slightly. Even if the therapist lifted the veil, her memory was still unclear. She only vaguely remembered that she could have passed the succession assessment of the Southern School Tomb Keeper five years ago, but was interrupted for unknown reasons.

"Last time—"

"Ok?"

She looked up suddenly and saw Grandma Ling taking another sip of coffee. She said to her, "Last time, someone secretly tripped you up and trapped you in a fantasy world. Have you figured out how to deal with it this time?"

Fu Cangzhao nodded vigorously, as if he was sure of victory: "They won't affect me anymore!"

"So, can I understand that you are ready?" Hearing this, Grandma Ling drank the remaining coffee in the cup in one breath, "In that case, then..."

She waved her hand behind her, and the invisible barrier covering the two of them was quietly lifted. A group of people appeared around them without warning and surrounded their table.

"Take our lovely little tomb keeper away and treat her well. The child needs to be assessed again."

As soon as Grandma Ling gave the order, someone showed Fu Cangzhao the direction and brought her to a special energy shuttle.

The automatic door slowly opened, telling her with silence: Please come in.

This time it was a mutual agreement, so Fu Cangzhao went in without saying anything, and Grandma Ling followed closely behind him, and the two sat side by side.

The energy shuttle started moving, but there was no obvious feeling of being pushed on the back. Fu Cangzhao couldn't help but look back curiously. When she turned around, she saw Grandma Ling smiling at her. Her smile was very kind, as if she was looking at her own great-grandson.

Her originally sharp eyes suddenly softened, like a kitten that had let down its guard, and she unconsciously moved closer to Grandma Ling.

A broad hand reached out and touched her short dark blue hair that had appeared after the illusion was lifted. It looked rough, but it felt very comfortable to the touch.

The skin of that hand was slightly wrinkled, but rosy and warm, and the strength of the touch was just right, making people feel intimate.

Fu Cangzhao lay down, his head resting on Grandma Ling's legs, his eyes closed, and a faint curve at the corners of his mouth.

The old hand paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

The boy looked so well-behaved, nothing like the nervous look he had five years ago.

The old problem of dysmenorrhea is still there. Grandma Ling got the medical and medication records of Fu Cangzhao using a fake identity, and found that the child fainted due to dysmenorrhea not long ago and was picked up by a kind passerby and taken to the hospital.

It was the same when Fu Cangzhao went to the Polar Day Zone for the first time five years ago to take the succession assessment. She had her first menstruation and dysmenorrhea. The instrument indicators showed that she was just experiencing ordinary dysmenorrhea, but she still fainted. At the same time, the data on another instrument told them that Fu Cangzhao's perception ability was several times that of ordinary people. In other words, her dysmenorrhea was easy for ordinary people to get through, and taking medicine could only make her feel more comfortable; for her, it was equivalent to an ordinary person drinking poison. The pain was amplified several times, but the threshold was not increased accordingly. If she didn't take medicine for a few days, she would basically be a useless person.

It's really strange. People fainting from headaches and menstruation are not common in the city these days. Five hundred years of recuperation have allowed their bodies to get rid of the threat of alien species and have a breathing space. The nutrients they take are more absorbed by the body instead of being supplied to the parasites growing in their stomachs. In this context, perhaps because of adequate nutrition and proper exercise, the incidence of dysmenorrhea among the aborigines in the city has been greatly reduced.

However, as a human-oriented region, the city still requires hospitals to keep dysmenorrhea drugs in case of emergency. Moreover, the city receives a certain number of outsiders almost every year, who want to buy dysmenorrhea special drugs at high prices elsewhere but cannot buy them. As for some outsiders who obtain citizenship and help their relatives and friends bring drugs, as long as they do not go too far, the city has always turned a blind eye, and even hopes that they will take this opportunity to promote the city's name.

Strangely enough, even though the city acquiesced to this behavior, the outsiders who brought the medicine out did not eventually develop a rampant smuggling activity. Perhaps it was related to the huge difference between the currency inside the city and the outside world? Or was it that the beauty of the city gave them hope? After all, as long as the city could expand, people all over the world would not have to worry about the special medicine for dysmenorrhea.

If it were five or ten years earlier, Grandma Ling would indeed be interested in exploring this issue, but now she just wants to protect the people she wants to protect. For example, the northern tomb keepers and the Ling family who have been stationed at the northernmost end of the polar day zone for generations, the extremely rare southern tomb keepers in the past five hundred years, and the mayor...

However, she had been retired for so many years, and every time she tried to find the little tomb keeper in front of her, she would encounter obstacles. In the end, although she was able to get some information, it was not feasible to go and pick him up.

Fortunately, the poor little tomb keeper recovered on his own, which meant that they could finally put an end to certain existences lurking in the city.

The boy was half lying on top of her, breathing steadily.

From the moment Grandma Ling picked her up, the wanted order for "Fu Cangzhao" had been lifted. In order to prevent any mistakes in the restarted succession assessment, Grandma Ling decided to personally accompany her to the remaining districts.

The first is the Mingyue District, which is a light industrial area, followed by the Polar Day District where the headquarters of the Northern Tomb Keepers are located, and finally the Lieyang District, which is a heavy industrial area.

The pilgrimage to the Mausoleum of the Gods will only be considered a complete success if you witness her retrieving every part of the scepter with your own eyes.

However, the parts placed in the Fiery Sun Zone need to be sent to the Polar Day Zone first. After she completes the succession assessment, she will go to the Fiery Sun Zone to complete the last step of the pilgrimage to the God's Mausoleum.

The arrangements are clear, and I am just waiting to execute them myself.

As for now, let’s just enjoy this brief moment of peace and warmth.

The boy's breathing is still steady and his expression is calm. I hope she has a dreamless journey.

The speed of the energy shuttle was slower than that of the inter-district subway, and it took twice as long as the subway to enter the Mingyue District. Just a few minutes before approaching the landing point, Fu Cangzhao opened his eyes without warning as if he was woken up by an alarm clock. If it weren't for the layer of sleepiness covering his eyes like a white veil, Grandma Ling really doubted whether she had hypnotized herself in advance.

After a long pause, Fu Cangzhao yawned and asked blankly, "Are we there yet?"

Grandma Ling smiled on her wrinkled face, squeezing the loose skin upwards: "Not yet, but soon."

The first stop is obviously Mingyue District City Hall.

The process hasn’t changed much, but I feel more at ease and less nervous than the first few times I came here.

Obtaining the eleventh part of the Death Scepter meant that she finally had heavy firepower.

If it weren't for the fact that the pilgrimage to the gods' tombs required the keepers to stay in each district for at least one day, she really wanted to leave immediately for the Midnight Zone to take the succession assessment.

"By the way, the password is in your hand, right? Give it to me." Fu Cangzhao was thinking about what to do next when Grandma Ling suddenly stretched out her hand, and an invisible barrier rose around the two of them again.