Hm?
Zhou Zhi was certain he had not misheard.
What Ruan Yin had said should have been "hold hands."
It was holding hands, right?
"If I remember correctly, our enemy is the Medical Department, right?"
"And this person is indeed the Medical Department's Holy Lord."
"How did the whole tone suddenly become completely different?"
"Be careful. This person is already a several-hundred-year-old old woman."
Twenty-Three did not frown, merely looking somewhat puzzled.
"I don't quite understand what the Holy Lord means."
Zhou Zhi held up the umbrella as he spoke.
Ruan Yin pointed at the umbrella. "Half of your body is exposed outside. It would be better if you came closer."
"Since we're already standing so close, we might as well hold hands."
Ruan Yin spoke with such composure that Zhou Zhi found himself oddly convinced by her completely illogical words.
"It is like an outlet for human emotions... Maintaining the will of a 'human' is very difficult."
Ruan Yin naturally took Zhou Zhi's hand. "Even someone as powerful as me requires this sense of ritual."
Before he knew it, Zhou Zhi had been pulled forward.
They crossed through Cold Lake Park.
The rain had thinned slightly.
Ruan Yin led Zhou Zhi to the very center of the commercial district.
[Formula World Building].
It seemed to carry the most luxurious brands in the entire world of Pestilence—Plague Armor, Plague-Slaying Blades, and other sets.
"Want to buy one?"
Zhou Zhi looked at the Plague-Slaying Blades behind the glass display.
The quality of these Plague-Slaying Blades was actually quite good.
Quite a few were high-grade fine-tier weapons, equipment that would require a hefty number of credits to exchange for at the Medical Academy.
But to Zhou Zhi, these things were no different from trash.
Not to mention the [Cosmos Ring] and [Chaotic