An Qingyu spoke calmly. "Purpose? Like you, I was locked in here."
"Hehe, is that so?"
The two stood inside and outside the ward, watching each other as the air fell into dead silence.
Just as An Qingyu was about to say something else, his gaze suddenly sharpened. He turned toward the end of the corridor, where a figure in a white coat was slowly approaching from afar.
"What are you doing?" Lin Qiye asked.
An Qingyu glanced at Chaos. "Nothing."
"Looks like our Key of Doors is rather curious about my immortal body..." Chaos's lips curled upward as he spoke unhurriedly. "Actually, if you ate two hundred pills a day like I do, you could become immortal too. Want to try?"
Lin Qiye's gaze swept over Chaos and An Qingyu, his brows knitting slightly.
He raised a fingertip.
Bang—!
The door to Ward Five slammed shut, nearly sending Chaos, who stood behind it, flying.
With a soft click, the ward door locked itself again. Amid Chaos's furious curses, Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu and slowly said,
"Don't talk to him, understand?"
An Qingyu glanced at the tightly shut door and said nothing.
"Come with me." Lin Qiye turned and left.
"Go? Where?"
"To see Teacher."
An Qingyu froze where he stood.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The setting sun had already sunk beneath the earth, and deep blue-black darkness had spread across the sky.
The roar of a helicopter came from afar.
The cabin door opened, and Shen Qingzhu landed lightly on the desert, carrying takeout in one hand and baijiu in the other.
He turned and gave the pilot a signal. The aircraft slowly rose and disappeared beyond the edge of the sky.
No cloak, no straight blade—today, Shen Qingzhu wore only a simple set of casual clothes,