Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 374: Same Heart, Different Paths (Part )

There is a saying among the tomb keepers that the city has three trump cards: the tomb keepers, the death barrier and the ultimate weapon. The tomb keepers are divided into two factions, stationed in the north and south of the city respectively; the death barrier is activated by the tomb keepers of the south faction, and before it is activated, the tomb keepers of the north faction need to go to activate each node; the ultimate weapon is the only one that is not in the hands of the tomb keepers, and has been kept by the mayor for five hundred years.

As the owner of the second of the three trump cards, the tomb keepers are undoubtedly one of the most critical existences in the city. Now the mayor has chosen to hand over the last trump card to them instead of summoning them to Qingbai District in the city center, which is equivalent to telling them: I have done my best, and the rest is up to you.

Grandma Ling turned around and saw Fu Cangzhao was still sleeping, she couldn't help but sighed. She quietly leaned over, covered the boy with a soft spring quilt, pressed his upper body lightly, and patted him gently through the quilt with her left hand.

It’s all over, it’s all over… She leaned close to the boy’s ear and whispered softly.

As she was talking, she suddenly remembered that the southern tomb keepers usually liked singing and dancing, so she changed the tone of her words and turned to an ancient ballad that has been popular in the city for many years.

"I see the stars shining brightly/I also see the flowers blooming in the mountains/I see you writing/finishing the story..."

Not long after, Fu Cangzhao moved his body and turned his head with tearful eyes. Grandma Ling clearly saw the panic in his dark eyes.

"I'm sorry for letting you see that kind of thing." Grandma Ling apologized in a low voice.

"I'm fine," Fu Cangzhao shook his head, stretched his arms out from the quilt, and spread his palms, "Show me the document again."

Although he looked like he was about to cry, his voice was exceptionally calm.

Grandma Ling took out the file bag with the words "scavenger" written on it and handed it to her. She felt like she had several buckets hanging in her heart. As Fu Cangzhao's expression changed, she lifted up the buckets and put them back.

Until he carefully read the last page, Fu Cangzhao no longer had the stress reaction he had not long ago.

"Granny Ling, listen to me," she finally stuffed the documents and the brown paper bag into Grandma Ling's arms, then clutched the quilt tightly with both hands to ease the uneasiness in her heart, "It's like this, I used to live in the Shenhai Apartment in the Polar Night Zone, and every day I made some very ordinary energy cards and sold them. One night, I went to the store and sold the cards-"

"Let me ask you." Grandma Ling understood as soon as she heard it. Fu Cangzhao had not recovered yet and could not find the main point in his speech. She had to take control of the topic in her own hands.

Being interrupted, the young girl's eyes suddenly showed a bit of grievance, but she did not continue to speak stubbornly. She knew that she was indeed a little panicked now, after all, the matter suddenly involved the world of immortal cultivation, and the world of immortal cultivation had her cherished master and junior sister, how could she not worry?

"First question," Grandma Ling asked, "You said you sell cards, right? What happened on that most special day for you?"

"An inkless pen. A...very strange inkless pen. There is only one word engraved crookedly on the pen."

"What word?"

"zero."

"What happened next?"

Fu Cangzhao gestured with his hands in the air: "I wanted to pick up the pen, but it was too cold, my hands were frozen, I couldn't hold it, and the pen fell. I wanted to pick it up again, but found myself in another place..."

"What's the name of that place?" Apart from the strange inkless pen, Grandma Ling keenly grasped an important point and hurriedly asked further.

"The world of immortal cultivation." Fu Cangzhao replied.

Grandma Ling wanted to ask for more details, but suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and she blurted out a guess that skipped many preliminary steps: "'Sweeping Woman' comes from the world of immortal cultivation, and you personally participated in the design?"

"Yes!" Upon hearing her words, Fu Cangzhao's mood instantly changed from panic to excitement. He pounced forward, grabbed Grandma Ling's arm, and said loudly, "Ji Xueyue and I, as well as everyone from the Xingyue Realm and the Xueyue Realm, designed the Scavenger and the Twin Moons together! After clearing out all the alien species in the Xiuxian Realm, Ji Xueyue and I decided to make the Scavenger's formula public, and everyone has a copy in their hands..."

Grandma Ling judged that who "Ji Xueyue" was could be left aside for now, as it should not be the focus of the topic.

"So the current 'scavenger women' in the city were brought up by someone in the world of immortal cultivation?" She was still guiding Fu Cangzhao to grasp the key points, but the more the other party revealed, the more secretly frightened she became.

She realized that she seemed to know something extraordinary.

Fu Cangzhao's journey through the "Immortal Cultivation World" can be linked to a funeral record in Qingbai District several months ago.

The "dead" was named Yi Chunzhan, who later came back to life and held another resurrection ceremony. According to the information held by the funeral home, she privately imitated a compliant AI based on the QY system and named it Yi Peijun.

There was no major problem with the funeral process itself. As one of the witnesses, Fu Cangzhao was asked to hand over the military card "Working Day and Night" designed and produced by Yi Chunzhan.

But none of this is the point.

The key point is that the "immortal world" that Fu Cangzhao entered was also created by Yi Chunzhan.

Yi Chunzhan has a close relationship with the little genius in the mayor's family.

Thinking of this, Grandma Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This is really... strung together.

On the other side, Fu Cangzhao seemed to be silent for a while before he slowly said, "My master said that after I left the Xiuxian world, they sent people to the city to look for me, but they didn't seem to find me. I don't know where they are in this world."

"Who did you send?"

"……I have no idea."

As soon as she saw Fu Cangzhao's expression, Grandma Ling knew that she had definitely asked the most fatal question.

Fu Cangzhao's brows were almost twisted into a ball: "I should know who they are, and I should be very familiar with them, but why can't I remember now..."

Grandma Ling silently took note of her words.

The most critical problem has been solved, and the next step is bonus time.

Grandma Ling rubbed Fu Cangzhao's messy head, comforted her with a hearty smile, and said: "It is obvious that your memory may have some problems due to certain circumstances, so do you have any idea when your memory went wrong?"

Fu Cangzhao thought for a moment and nodded heavily: "Yes. After I returned to the city, I went to many card worlds. One of them is a world with a magic transformation theme. I went there once five years ago, so this is my second time there. That world was affected by the inkless pen and became very different from five years ago...

"Well, it seems that I can't explain it clearly for a while. Let's put it this way. For some reason, my soul can briefly review every world I have visited before. Master Li told me when I briefly returned to the Xiuxian world that they had sent people to the city. At that time, my memory was still fine."

After some sorting out, she had obviously regained some ability to grasp the key points, so Grandma Ling stopped interrupting her and let her continue.

"When something went wrong, it should be one of the times in the middle. When I looked back at that world, I entered a dream within a dream. After I woke up, I couldn't remember it clearly."

After she finished speaking, she looked up and looked at Grandma Ling aggrievedly, like a child who was blamed for no reason.

Grandma Ling, your cat-stroking expert.