Memorial Service
The next day, nothing much to do for now.
Shen Hui planned to go and see Qingxue and the others.
He arrived alone at a sanatorium in the suburbs, belonging to the Red Night Organization.
As soon as Shen Hui arrived at the gate, he saw Zhiyue standing there.
She wore a black and white striped V-neck long-sleeved top, her collarbones clearly visible, and her exposed skin glowed like the moon, delicate and smooth.
She wore a beige short skirt, and her pair of smooth, shapely, and beautifully rounded long legs were very eye-catching.
Especially when illuminated by sunlight, it has a shimmering quality.
Her feet were no longer clad in the high heels she often wore, but instead in long white socks and sneakers.
She leaned against the door, her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking full of energy in the sunlight.
However, she was gazing into the distance, lost in thought, seemingly preoccupied with something else entirely.
Zhiyue only came to her senses when Shen Hui got close to her.
Seeing Shen Hui scrutinizing her, Zhiyue smiled warmly and stretched gracefully.
"Just looking isn't enough. How about I teach you how to dress in private?"
Zhiyue paused for a moment, then added.
"I'll make one for myself too."
Shen Hui said righteously, "No need, I'm just improving my artistic appreciation."
They exchanged a few lighthearted jokes.
Zhiyue spoke:
"What happened yesterday was quite a big deal; we almost fell into the hands of the Giant God Cult?"
Although Zhiyue did not participate in the turmoil of the Giant God Cult yesterday, the news had already been passed on.
"I'm alright, at least I'm safe and sound."
Shen Hui maintained an indifferent attitude.
"What are you thinking about? Are you troubled?"
Zhiyue frowned slightly. "It's not a worry, it's just that the Tarot Club seems to be planning something recently. I only received the news yesterday."
What is it?
Shen Hui asked curiously, since, given the nature of the Tarot Club, they rarely had collective actions.
Zhiyue shook her head. "I don't know yet. The Fool will let us know when the time comes, but I don't know if he'll call you."
"Me? I think I'll pass."
Shen Hui pointed to himself, then shrugged with a helpless expression.
Then Shen Hui asked, "Qingxue, how is she? Has she not woken up yet?"
Zhiyue: "I woke up once yesterday morning, which was the moment your world began to unfold."
"I was going to contact you, but I passed out again shortly after. It seems like I'm alright, and I'll probably be fine in a few days."
"She didn't say anything? And what about her family...?"
Qingxue still has her parents alive and well. If she doesn't go back and there's no news of her, they'll definitely worry.
Especially after yesterday's unrest, being out of contact could lead to speculation about the possibility of death.
However, Zhiyue revealed an expression that suggested she had everything under control.
"Don't worry, her parents have already been notified that Qingxue is on a mission in the Sea of Stars and will be back in a while."
"She woke up yesterday, and we told her what happened. She asked how you were, and then she fainted."
I'll go in and check on her.
As Shen Hui spoke, he began to walk inside.
I went to Qingxue's room, pushed open the door, and went inside. She was sleeping peacefully there.
Shen Hui sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her delicate face, and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke it.
I hope you get better soon.
"I promised Chi Yan I'd take you out to eat."
Shen Hui spoke softly, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words.
At this moment, Leng Zimeng walked in from outside, clearly not expecting Shen Hui to appear.
He said with a hint of surprise, "Shen Hui is here."
Shen Hui glanced back at her, stood up, and casually asked, "How is your brother, Huang Lingheng?"
"It hasn't gotten any worse; it's too early to tell whether it's good or bad."
Shen Hui nodded, showing absolutely no interest in Huang Lingheng.
After chatting with them for a while, Shen Hui left in the afternoon.
Shen Hui had originally planned to ask the two of them if they had any channels for dealing with counterfeit goods.
But after thinking about it, I decided against it. If it's possible to keep this from others, then it's best not to tell them.
Moreover, I still have a channel through which I should be able to obtain relevant information.
That would naturally be the black market, a place where intelligence and information are bought and sold, where money is spent to purchase them.
In the afternoon, Shen Hui went to the World Association to see Chi Yan and asked President Fan Hao if there was any news from him.
Shen Hui was itching to acquire those resources.
Still without news, Shen Hui went to the Unclaimed World to take a look.
The higher the level of the Unclaimed World, the rarer it is.
The naturally created Creation World exists without the guidance of a creator.
It is very difficult for Creation World to grow to level five or higher.
Even a low-level Creation World with the ability to develop on its own will find it difficult to break through without guidance.
And very few Creation World become ownerless after the death of their creator.
Firstly, the number of creators possessing such a level of Creation World is far fewer compared to lower-level creators, and the probability of their death is also smaller.
Moreover, Creation World of this magnitude would be a devastating blow to the Creation World itself.
The world will most likely be swallowed up or destroyed, leaving nothing behind.
Moreover, it's Unclaimed World's- land created by the World Association, Borderlands with controllable challenges.
Even fewer high-level Unclaimed World can be captured.
So you might as well go to the Land of the Unfettered and try your luck with random challenges.
In the Borderlands, Shen Hui casually challenged two low-level Unclaimed World.
It directly descends upon the Death World, transforming into a terrifying Eldritch Beings that envelops the other's world.
The strange Hero and special areas in the Death World are transformed into something similar to dungeons.
It drags all life in that world into it, slowly suffocating it in despair.
This constitutes a dimensional reduction attack, easily exploiting fear and slaughtering lives.
The low-level, Unclaimed World was swallowed up and could not provide anything useful.
At most, the resources in that Unclaimed World can be converted into the World Origin Power and extracted.
Even if it's just a little bit of profit, it's still good.
Too lazy to squeeze into the crowds in the Land of the Unfettered, Shen Hui spent two days challenging low-level Unclaimed World in the Borderlands to earn some World Origin Power.
Three days have passed, and Shen Hui, who was still immersed in the low-level pleasure of crushing the low-level world, is still in a state of shock.
Chi Yan arrived at the Borderlands and found Shen Hui.
"Today is the day to hold a memorial service for our comrades who died in the turmoil, and you're still here, kid."
"Ah!? Okay, President, shall we go right away?"
Shen Hui then remembered that Ji Xinfeng's funeral was being held during the memorial service.
No matter what, even if it's just for show, Shen Hui will still go.
"Come on, let's go change your clothes."
Chi Yan had made preparations in advance, including preparing Shen Hui's clothes.