The darkest time of day is the period before dawn.
Qin Wuzheng stood alone in front of the broken tomb, remaining silent.
He seemed to melt into the deep, inky shadows.
His heart was filled with countless negative emotions.
exhausted.
Wronged.
anger.
Powerless.
Qin Dongbei treated him poorly during his lifetime; in fact, he was quite bad to him.
But at least he ensured that Qin Dongbei in his old age and see him off in his final days.
Therefore, after the collapse of Tiansheng Group, Qin Dongbei scattered like leaves in the wind.
No one remembers this person who once stood at the top of the world anymore.
Only Qin Wuzheng managed to scrape together enough money to arrange Qin Dongbei's funeral and ensure his peaceful burial.
I suffered a lot and endured a lot of harsh treatment during this process.
I witnessed a myriad of human facets and the coldness and indifference of the world that I had never seen before.
He silently endured everything and persevered through it all.
No one can say for sure how much courage it took for the eldest son of the Qin Family, who was originally seen as a man of noble status and high aspirations by outsiders, to put everything aside and ask for favors.
Especially considering that she suddenly lost her father at this age, and her mother, Wu Keru, was a weak woman who only knew how to cry and couldn't handle anything.
For Qin Wuzheng, and Zheng.
It's no different from the sky falling down.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered until he finished the job.
He handled everything personally, managing to do many things that should have been done by more experienced elders.
From beginning to end, from not knowing to knowing, from confusion to proficiency.
Today, he can be considered one of the best among his peers at handling his father's funeral arrangements.
What if someone in a family accidentally loses their father?
Asking him for help will definitely get you things done smoothly and efficiently.
But now.
All the hard work and effort put into it was destroyed by someone else.
Before he could even catch his breath, all his hard work had been in vain.
The empty gravesite left behind seemed to mock his incompetence.
Qin Wuzheng looked at the chaotic scene on the ground.
He closed his eyes in pain.
He didn't hate Wang Wen for killing his father. In his view, it was all Qin Dongbei's own choice. If you want to kill someone, you have to be prepared to be killed in return.
There's no question that everyone is equal before life and death.
He was simply saddened by his own weakness, unable even to protect his father's grave.
He still needs to seek help from his father's killer.
And I was rejected.
A surge of grief and bitterness welled up in his chest, suffocating him and making him want to cry but unable to. All he wanted to do was shout at the top of his lungs.
I shouted until my throat was hoarse.
They screamed until their hearts were breaking.
It would be better to shout until your vocal cords are completely fried, then spend the rest of your life as a mute with no way to express your suffering.
He took a deep breath and shouted at the deep, dark mountains, "Ah!!!"
He was interrupted by a voice behind him before he could finish his sentence.
"What if your loud wailing and howling disturbs the neighbors' rest early in the morning?!"
Qin Wuzheng suddenly turned around and stared wide-eyed at the newcomer.
Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.
Within his sight.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
Just then, a ray of dawn appeared on the distant horizon.
The silky smooth light slanted in.
The figure stood there in the light, speaking to him casually.
Qin Wuzheng will never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.
He will never forget the man who emerged from the dawn when he was at his most lonely and helpless.
Even if the other party was the murderer who killed his father.
"Since I had nothing else to do after leaving the tower early, I came to take a look." Bathed in the glow of the sunset, Wang Wen gazed into the distance and sincerely praised, "Good eye, the scenery is beautiful."
When the most helpless moment arrives, it seems that the most reliable person in the world is right now.
Qin Wuzheng felt a soreness in their nasal cavity.
Suffering bursts its banks, causing widespread devastation.
He watched Wang Wen looking around on her own, his feelings so complex they defied description.
Hearing the praise, Qin Wuzheng muttered, "It's not my taste. These days, if you spend enough money, professionals will help you choose the location. This should be the best cemetery of its size."
Wang Wen, who was using the Five-Fold Enlightenment Principle to observe the methods used by the Western Continent by dispersing energy into the ground, looked up at him and laughed, "Really? Then I'll move my parents' graves here too. They're still pitifully crammed into the cemetery with the memorial tablets I bought Point a few hundred points. The compartments are so small they can barely fit their belongings."
Qin Wuzheng forced a smile, making an expression that was hard to define.
After watching Wang Wen repeatedly check the documents for a long time, she finally fell into deep thought.
He hurriedly asked, "Have you got any leads?"
Wang Wen snapped out of her thoughts, thought for a moment, and shook her head, saying, "There's no trace of any extraordinary skill or World Tower artifact. It seems the other party destroyed it purely by human effort."
Qin Wuzheng nodded. "That's probably right. The people of the Western Continent are the most resistant to the World Tower, so they definitely wouldn't use abilities obtained from the World Tower."
Wang Wen pursed her lips and didn't respond.
There was actually something else he didn't say.
It lacked the aura of extraordinary skills and props, but it possessed a familiar scent.
The taste of divine power!
Wang Wen was a little surprised.
How could that be?
Could it be that the people of the Western Continent also possess divine power and are already able to use it normally?
He had no contact with the Western Continent in his previous life because Qin Dongbei was alive and well, so there was no grave-digging incident.
Divine power is the highest quality energy source he has discovered so far.
If the Western Continent possessed divine power.
Then it really becomes necessary to get to know those guys better.
Thinking about this...
Wang Wen took out her phone and sent several messages to Chen Hansheng and others.
Qin Wuzheng, watching anxiously from the side, couldn't help but ask, "So what do we do next?"
"With the Philanthropy Group helping to mobilize manpower for the search, we just need to wait patiently for news," Wang Wen said casually, stretching as she walked down the mountain, muttering to herself, "It's still early, I should be able to catch up on some sleep."
The sky was bright.
He Jiong was in a good mood after having brunch at the Academy cafeteria.
He felt a great sense of relief after exchanging treasures with Mo Ran in the early hours of the morning.
She even received a verbal compliment from Wang Wen, who said she had been a great help.
He Jiong felt a great sense of accomplishment from being recognized.
He looked back and forth at the [ All-Illnesses-Vanquishing Lamp ] that had been upgraded to "Advanced Level," feeling that this prop was his lucky charm. He couldn't help but wash it with water again and again, wipe it with a cloth again and again, and hold it and kiss it again and again.
While strolling around near the portal, they encountered Song Ping'an and his family of three walking towards the parking lot.
"Old Song," He Jiong greeted, "Where are you going? I remember your home is in District 4, right? What brings you to Fifth Region today?"
Song Ping'an quickly stopped, held up the congratulatory gift in his hand, and said with a sheepish smile, "My brother-in-law lives over here. His billiards hall is opening today, and I came to celebrate with him."
"Opening?" He Jiong was in high spirits and walked over to her side. "That's great! I'm free on Sunday anyway, let's go and have some fun!"
Song Ping'an quickly took his daughter's hand and said, "Say hello to Uncle He."
Song Lele greeted He Jiong in her childish voice, "Hello, Uncle He."
He Jiong exclaimed "Ouch!" and pulled out a [ Great Restoration Golden Pill ] from his person—a reward he had received for helping Zhu Xingguo replicate props—and handed it to Song Lele, saying, "This must be little Lele, right? I didn't prepare anything, so consider this a small gift. Don't call me uncle, call me brother, hehe!"
"How could I possibly accept that!" Song Ping'an felt that both the props and the way they addressed him were too much of a bargain, and couldn't help but speak up to stop them.
Cai Yiyao, who had been quietly following her husband, naturally recognized He Jiong, who was now He Jiong in the Tower Climber community.
He also expressed his gratitude, saying, "Mr. He, you're too kind. Old Song has always been very grateful for your help, how could I accept such an expensive gift?"
"It's alright, it's alright. Boss said that treasures or rare items below the 700th floor are all candy!" He Jiong casually stuffed the pills and box into Song Lele's hand, laughing heartlessly, "It's perfect for kids to eat, it'll help them grow."
Several people stood near the teleportation portal, talking.
The portal lit up again.