The Song Ends and Everyone Parts

The city of Leiata came to an end, and the crowd dispersed.

The Thousand Islands Alliance mourning, and Nagos quickly participated in the funeral arrangements before embarking on a hurried trip to Qinmeng.

Zhang Xuezhou and his group needed to return to the Scarlet Alliance State to complete the payment they were owed to Chimon Haig.

"It's always so rushed!"

Turkalando was a little sullen, but his expression was solemn yet satisfied.

The solemnity stems from the fact that the Tours district is in such a terrible state.

The reason for their satisfaction was that the ferocious beast had coincidentally died in front of Turkalandor, and this was confirmed by Nagos and others. The new chieftain had almost completed a closed loop in bringing disaster to the Turks and saving the world, and Turkalandor had gained unprecedented support.

Ren Anran's forceful push almost revealed the greatest source of confidence that Turkalando had in taking control of the Turks.

In this battle against the ferocious beast, the Tuerlan Lineage was wiped out, the Tuernalan Lineage of Leiata City was destroyed, and then the Tuerchalan Lineage members, including Qing, perished during the forced reconnaissance. The power of the Divine Grace Lineage was greatly reduced.

For Turcolando, the opportunity to establish stable and reliable control has now arrived.

Once they can step into the Sixth Sequence, they will surely be able to grasp everything in their own hands and no longer be puppets in power.

"Do you really want to be with Zhang Xuezhou and the others?" Turkelland asked.

"Thinking about it is useless," Turkalando said dejectedly. "You should know that I never wanted to be chieftain in the first place, and I've done a terrible job at it. Without Saati's help, our tribe might not even exist!"

"Isn't this the very meaning of your being chieftain?" Turcorlando laughed. "Without you, why would he have come back to help us, and even helped us recruit top experts like Nagos and Chimonhagrid?"

"But..."

"You don't have to worry about being trapped in the shrine year after year like your mother. Times have changed!"

Year after year, as Turkelando became chief, he went from being clueless to mature, and then to enduring a life of torment.

In this generation, Turcalando no longer needs to repeat her history.

Like Naggus, once they are in power, they can go wherever they want and be wherever they want.

"What you need to worry about is whether you can keep up with that young man," Turcorlando said. "Even An Ran is finding it difficult to keep up with him right now, and even a master like Zhou Rihui is struggling!"

"Well!"

"If you want to keep up with her, you need to be at least at the fourth or Fifth Sequence rank, if not the Sixth Sequence!"

"Our divine grace..."

"Divine grace doesn't affect our ability to improve our sequence abilities, but our divine grace abilities are very limited. Ren Yisheng's spiritual cultivation method doesn't seem to have utilized divine grace..."

Turkorando and Turkalando discussed in hushed tones.

Zhang Xuezhou was also quite interested in discussing this with Ren Anran.

He looked at the bone meal and soil he had collected, then at Ren Anran's round bead.

"This thing looks a bit like bone. Could it be that Huang's corpse was burned and produced bone stones?" Zhang Xuezhou quipped.

Zhang Xuezhou truly hadn't expected that the religious objects at the Laiyata City Shrine had two layers of meaning.

Compared to the rock and soil in his hand, the round bead that Ren Anran dug up was warm and smooth.

It was as if he had picked up a piece of gold-bearing ore, while Ren Anran had picked up a piece of pure, natural gold nugget.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't say that the item of faith he obtained was bad, but Ren Anran's item of faith seemed to be of a higher grade.

"Does it feel special when you touch it?" Ren Anran asked.

"It's a little cold!"

Zhang Xuezhou stared intently at the round bead in his hand.

Even when Zhang Xuezhou focused his mind, he didn't perceive the subtle sensation of observing the body that Ren Anran had mentioned.

This differential treatment left Zhang Xuezhou confused about the reason.

"Does Wang Li feel anything?" Zhang Xuezhou asked, handing the phone to Wang Li.

"It feels a little cool, like a stone!"

Wang Li glanced at Chimon Haig, who was anxiously waiting for the Airbus in the distance, quickly replied to Zhang Xuezhou, and then pointed to Song Fengying was busy editing videos not far away.

Instead of studying the beads, Wang Li felt that Zhang Xuezhou should pay more attention to Song Fengying.

Song Fengying was really going to create a big, exclusive story. Wang Li didn't know what the consequences would be if he published the many things that had happened in Tuer District, and he hoped that Zhang Xuezhou would also get involved and make a judgment.

"You didn't feel anything either? Is it because An Ran was previously a goddess of the Tuer Cult that her perception is different from ours? Perhaps you could try asking Kalando?"

"What goddess? What divine grace? Can she heal me now?"

Zhang Xuezhou had just whispered to Ren Anran about the possible reasons when Zhou Rihui came over.

"Please be patient and wait for divine grace," Zhang Xuezhou said. "It could take three months at most, or as little as one month. Of course, if you're not afraid of needles, I can help you with this in half a month, but the latter treatment might be a little less effective!"

"I don't want to wait, but from what you're saying, I'd better wait. My heart is pounding with anxiety!"

Zhou Rihui clutched his hair, feeling that time was dragging on endlessly for him.

"You know I agreed to Chimmon Hagrid's request first," Zhang Xuezhou said, shrugging. "That also involved my entry into the Third Sequence!"

"I should have submitted four hundred training applications first..."

"Xiao Zhou, don't cut in line! Your dad's gone to Qin Meng, so I can easily beat you up now!"

"Mr. Hagrid, you're in charge!"

When the extremely anxious Chimon Hagrid heard the noise and strode over, Zhou Rihui felt his mind immediately calm down, and he could wait for anything.

Zhou Rihui was also stubborn and hot-tempered, but since his strength wasn't at Naggus's level, he had to be more obedient.

Chimon Haig has an extremely volatile temper and is capable of violence. If he continues to harass Zhang Xuezhou, Chimon Haig will beat him so badly that he will have to stay in the hospital for a while. By the time he is discharged, Chimon Haig will probably have finished his business and left.

"Uncle Hagrid, now that you're in Western Capital City, would you like to come to our house for a visit?" Zhou Rihui thought for a moment before inviting him.

"I'll go to the research institute when I get to Western Capital City and stay there to watch over him," Chimon Haig said, pointing at Zhang Xuezhou.

"But he'll be lying down for twelve days!" Zhou Rihui asked in surprise. "You want to watch him sleep for twelve days?"

"Can someone really sleep for that long, without moving at all?"

"Really... we can start timing now!"

Following Chimon Haig's pointing finger, Zhou Rihui saw that Zhang Xuezhou had somehow ended up leaning on Ren Anran's shoulder.

Zhang Xuezhou's moral standards aren't high, but Zhang Xuezhou rarely engages in frivolous or opportunistic behavior towards women. His current state suggests he's likely entered a period of physical illness.

"Why do people sleep for so long?" Chimman Haig asked, puzzled.

"Because he's sick!"

Zhou Rihui shrugged.

He was also a patient, but Zhang Xuezhou could cure his illness.

Zhou Rihui didn't know who could cure Zhang Xuezhou's illness.

As a patient affected by the sinkhole, Zhang Xuezhou's life experiences from childhood to adulthood are almost entirely recorded in the annals of various Lineage in Western Capital City.

The other party was not from Western Capital City, but was a patient who was very familiar to many of the prominent Lineage in Western Capital City, and whose condition was becoming increasingly serious.

"He was affected by the impact of a fireball while he was still in his mother's womb, and later..."

The major Lineage in Western Capital City have abandoned their research on the Sinkhole No. 2, and the North Rehe Research Institute has been abandoned. There are some things that cannot be said to others.

After Zhou Rihui rambled on for a while, a complex look appeared in Chimon Haig's eyes.