Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

"I don't know, but... many people have sung praises to the Medicine King's miracles in front of me. They said I was the new immortal."

Yannian shook his head and counted the hairs on the tip of his tail with his little hands. He looked very well-behaved and sensible.

"Then what?" Qiong retracted his gaze and noticed that Yannian's words became much smoother.

"And then... they all went crazy, calling me a 'freak'."

"I felt my body was complete and I didn't need to eat anything else. I wanted to leave, but they wouldn't let me in. They even... wanted to eat me."

"So... I killed them all." Yannian said calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"I killed a lot of them."

"And... other test subjects, are you afraid of me?"

“Everyone is afraid of me.”

Yannian looked at Qiong. Qiong looked calm. He met Yannian's gaze and lowered his eyes. "As long as you don't cross the bottom line I said, I won't be afraid."

"Okay, I won't do anything." Yannian pursed his lips and stretched out his little hand.

Qiong was stunned, "What?"

"If you're not afraid, you can get closer. I saw you...trying to hold that boy's hand several times."

"For the first time, my hands... are very clean." Yannian wiped his hands on his clothes and showed them to Qiong.

On the streets, there are children playing and playing, gentle parents and cared-for children, or intimate couples, holding hands and laughing from time to time, making every corner full of warmth and romance.

[Vitamin Black Tower Tablets: Hold, hold quickly, Qiong, Xiaolongbao's chubby hands, I love them so much.]

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, so still that only the sound of the breeze could be heard.

"There is still a mission to be done, let's go." Qiong did not take the hand, his eyes wavered for a moment, and he left quickly.

Watching Qiong's back disappear at the end of the laughter.

Yannian looked calm. He stretched out his hands towards the moon and then clasped them together silently.

"Pulling like this is still pulling."

"It's still the same."

Off-screen, "Manye's Cat" sighed a few times, "Don't be sad, Lao Yan, Lao Qiong is still autistic."

[Su Yun, Shu Yan, Huan Nian and others at the table: If you're tired of hearing this, then he was once a secret experiment subject for the Medicine King?]

[Jingliu's sword pierced my heart: Not necessarily. The Medicine King's fanatical followers are not limited to Xianzhou's Medicine King Secret Teachings. But one thing is certain, he was an experimental subject, and a failure.]

At the corner of the road, Qiong leaned against the wall, trying hard to forget about other things and focus on the task at hand.

He almost couldn't help but pull it up just now.

It’s better not to get too close, Qiong repeatedly told herself, adjusted her breathing, took out her cell phone, and contacted Dan Shu according to the contact information provided by Danshi.

Dan Shu told him an address and arranged to meet there.

Qiong went to the location. Although he didn't see Yan continue to follow, Qiong knew that he would catch up.

The meeting place was a relatively secluded place, surrounded by walls on both sides, blocking the noise from outside. Old locust trees were shaking and rustling, and a lot of moss grew in the dark and damp places.

At the end, a gentle-looking woman in a green long dress had a smile on her lips and a gentle look in her eyes.

"You're here, the legendary pioneer. I've been following you."

"Of course, the one I was initially concerned about was your friend, Li Suyun. I happened to see you guys when I passed by a street."

"What do you mean?" Qiong's brows turned cold, and a baseball bat appeared in his hand, with several forces surging secretly.

"Don't be so vigilant. That boy is a person without a destiny, and so am I. We are born to bear the ridicule of others. Before we meet the important people, we walk alone."

"He contracted a strange illness that Yaoqing's Dan Ding Division couldn't cure. The head alchemist there had discussed a solution with us, but unfortunately—someone from the Fox Tribe intervened."

“The research was forced to stop.”

Dan Shu had a look of regret on his face, with the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, but his tone was neither hurried nor slow, and leisurely.

"Originally, that young man had the hope of embarking on the path to true immortality and completely resolving his lung problems. What a pity."

"Then do you know that he is dead?" Qiong said in a low voice.

Speaking of the treatment in Dandingsi, he suddenly remembered the needles inserted into Li Suyun's body in his dream.

"died?"

"Well...my condolences." Dan Shu seemed shocked, but immediately regained his composure. "My friend, you still have a long life ahead of you. If you continue to dwell on your sorrow, you will only miss out."

"In the year 8072, my best friend Yufei also died on the battlefield."

"He died in a field hospital behind the scenes, struck by Lan's arrow. Compared to your friend, such a death seems even more ridiculous, doesn't it?"

Dan Shu chuckled, his words hinting at self-mockery, his eyes flickering with a hint of morbidity.

Qiong was silent. He took out the recipe and got straight to the point. "Qingdui Strategist, please interpret the efficacy of this recipe."

"No problem, please wait." Dan Shu found an elegant courtyard, sat down, took out paper and pen, rolled up his sleeves, and wrote in front of Qiong.

The moonlight was bright, and a cool breeze blew through the treetops. Qiong folded his arms across his chest, leaning quietly against a stone pillar, waiting. Yannian appeared beside him at some point and sat quietly.

Yannian turned his back to Qiong, his expression changing. He heard Danshu's words, which made him feel a little concerned.

Qiong glanced at Yannian, not understanding why Xiaolongbao had his back to him. Could it be that he was angry because they hadn't held hands before?

"Sergeant Dan, since your old friend was affected and died, don't you hate it?" Qiong suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"hatred?"

"That's Emperor Gong Siming, what's the point of hating him?"

"We are just ordinary people. What's more, I was born blind and one-armed. It's good enough to be able to live well." Dan Shu smiled bitterly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Then my friend—do you resent your own inability to do anything, causing your friend to pass away before your eyes?"

Qiong clenched his fists, his eyes flickered, and he said nothing.

"Compared to the Star Gods, the mortal world is but dust."

"But in a world with God, possibilities are endless, and resurrection is not out of reach."

"I... have received Li Suyun's flesh and blood. Although it is only partial, it contains potential. I wonder if you have heard of a major event that shocked the Immortal Boat hundreds of years ago."

Dan Shu's eyebrows moved slightly, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and his eyes looked into the distance.

"What's the matter?" Qiong murmured.

"The Moon-Drinking Rebellion."

"It's a story about a dead person who returns to the world only in flesh and blood." Dan Shu smiled slightly, picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip.

Seeing that Qiong was interested, he made an invitation.

"My friend, the story is neither long nor short. Why don't you listen to it and then I will send my report to Qingtou Strategist."

"You won't be disappointed."

"Regarding that faint possibility of resurrecting Li Suyun."