Wei Curcuma's body recovered very quickly, which was obvious to everyone, but it only took one day to fully recover from such a serious injury, which still surprised everyone.
Qingshuang's right ear is still wrapped with gauze, and the wound on one ear is just sutured. It will not heal for a day. This freshman in the north, who is not even a fifth-grade student, is still jumping around despite the injury to his spine. He has already started to walk in the playground of the hospital. I started this morning’s long-distance running.
"The next life is scary, isn't it?"
Xuan Qing held a lit cigarette in his mouth, leaning on his waist and looking at Wei Curcuma downstairs. He had already run the ninth thousand meters, but his speed showed no sign of slowing down.
The two Class Cs are here. They feel the soul pressure very delicately. They can feel that Wei Curcuma didn't use any soul pressure assistance. He only relied on his body to run.
"You said it in an old-fashioned way, like an old man."
Qingshuang's sword was at hand, and he smiled back while wearing a hospital gown.
One day later, Wei Curcuma, who had fully recovered, received a package from the logistics team, which contained the workbench he left in the safe house and the two scalpels left at the scene.
As for the wedge, it had been destroyed along with the barrier long ago. The high-concentration mithril was torn apart alive, which was enough to show how terrifying the Bing Jiexian was at that time. It was directly recovered as evidence.
Under Xuan Qing's guidance, Wei Curcuma spent most of the day logging into various confidential web pages and filling out various incident reports.
"Well, there are also some inquiries from the Ministry of Transportation. Yes, just put the electronic signature here..."
Xuan Qing shook his head. While instructing Wei Curcuma, he himself was not idle either, his fingers tapping on the laptop keyboard like flying patterns.
He didn't wear his usual long black windbreaker indoors, but only wore a white shirt underneath. He rolled up his cuffs, sighed while scratching his head to finish his paperwork.
"There's so much paperwork, it's really annoying... It makes us feel like we've done something bad."
His black trench coat and the magic sword were hung on a hanger in this room. Qing Shuang, who was affiliated with the Executive Bureau and did not need so much red tape, was drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
"It feels a little different from what I imagined, suppressing abnormalities..."
Wei Zeshu was also quite helpless. After finishing the last report submission page, he sighed.
"Because this is not a big event, that's why there are so many follow-up documents."
Qingshuang, who had been drinking tea and reading the newspaper, took over the words. He had been acting very quiet and indifferent, completely unlike the legendary swordsman with astonishing lethality.
"In this period when the great king is constantly rioting, a soldier who can solve the problem of immortality may indeed not be able to enter the Dharma Eyes above..."
"Moreover, the detailed paperwork report is helpful for subsequent logistical support, and can also provide early warning to other town anomalies, which is of some significance."
"The most important thing is reimbursement, reimbursement!"
Xuan Qing lit another cigarette.
"Rebuilding disaster-stricken areas, controlling public opinion, and providing compensation for casualties are all real money. Countries need us to issue specific documents before they can approve the funds."
Wei Curcuma nodded thoughtfully, expressing understanding.
This incident was finally rated as a B-level abnormal disaster. At the same time, Wei Curcuma also received high praise from two C-level town anomalies, and received eleven full marks.
It's hard for him to be happy about this, but he can still persuade himself not to wallow in sadness all the time.
At his request, Li Zixin's watercolor painting of the sunset was preserved. He carefully folded it up and placed it in a waterproof sealed folder. The remaining belongings were returned to the family.
Those students who were bullied on campus were undoubtedly extremely negative in Wei Curcuma's testimony. After being judged by the central system, their behavior greatly stimulated the victim's abnormal mental state, so they were given corresponding punishment measures, such as collective punishment. If you repeat a grade, another example would be to disqualify art students from extra points.
It sounds acceptable, but Wei Zeshu knows that all this is still unfair, but this is the greatest struggle that the center can make for her, because in principle the system of suppressing deviants does not allow direct interference with ordinary society.
[Sunset - Four Sword Soldiers to Unleash the Immortal] The third day after the abnormal event ended.
The northern border, the back mountain.
It is said that it is the back mountain, but it actually covers an extremely vast area, and there are very few architectural traces here.
If you have to classify it, this place actually belongs to the jurisdiction of [Lingshu].
Wei Curcuma was led by Xuan Qing, and the two walked on the campus until they arrived here.
From the bottom of the mountain to here, you have to walk thousands of steps. When the two of them reached it, they found that there was only an endless lawn in the back mountain Lingshu system, which was so solemn.
This lawn is extremely vast and well taken care of. The grass is fresh and green. When the breeze blows, the dew on the lawn adds a bit of freshness to the wind. The lush green lawn moves with the wind, like green waves. .
There are no signs, no road monuments, just such a vast lawn, stretching as far as the eye can see, refreshing.
A white tombstone stands on this lawn.
One, ten, a hundred, a thousand——
The simplest and purest white tombstones, each one is extremely simple. Only the name, date of birth and death, and a few short epitaphs are written on the tombstone.
These pure white tombstones are all made of an almost jade-like marble, which is neither light-transparent nor smooth. It reflects pure white color in the sunlight. They are arranged neatly and stand here silently, green and pure. The contrast between white and white makes for an interesting sight. It is not as gloomy as a cemetery should be, but rather mysterious and sacred.
The only extra color may be a few bouquets of flowers placed in front of some white tombstones.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the disturbed white pigeons hovered in the blue sky and flew away. The petals in front of the tombstones flew into the blue sky one after another. Some of the petals crossed Wei Curcuma's black hair on the temples and fell on his head. on the shoulders.
A tall figure with his back turned to the two of them, he just stood silently in front of the lawn and the tombstone.
This man was wearing a long black trench coat that hung down to the middle of his calf, but because of his height and straight posture, he appeared to be extraordinarily tall.
He had white hair that was carefully taken care of, and his back was turned to Wei Curcuma and Xuan Qing.
"This is..."
Xuan Qing respectfully faced the figure staring at the group of tombstones from behind, and introduced to Wei Curcuma. Xuan Qing, who had always been free and easy, was respectful and nervous in front of this figure, even to the point of admiration.
"Hush - be quiet."
The figure from behind said this calmly, without letting Xuan Qing introduce him and interrupting his introduction.
His voice was steady and slightly hoarse, a bit old.
"Don't disturb my memorial service."
The latter turned around. His appearance was old and handsome, with a slight stubble on his chin. His white hair was pulled up and neatly styled.
Although you can see the traces of time on his appearance, you can also see how handsome he was when he was young. All these handsomeness have turned into tranquility and vicissitudes under the influence of aging and time.
A huge straight wound ran along the left corner of his mouth, all the way up his face, and almost penetrated his left eye, but ended abruptly a little distance from the eye.
He is very old, very vicissitudes of life, and the years have left deep marks on his face, but this does not prevent him from having a strong and powerful aura.
"My name is Mo Daosang, and I am your next mentor."
