This bedroom was much larger than the study room, but it had no window.
The window was fake, so the starry sky outside and the blue sky and white clouds during the day were fake as well.
Like the cell in the Sword Jail, the snowland and the icy peak were also fake; they were used to relieve the Snow Girl's boredom.
Everybody would be imprisoned by various things for various reasons. The Snow Girl was imprisoned in Chaotian, and this girl with silvery hair was imprisoned by her illness.
The thermostat in the bedroom was not very good either. Zong Lizi groaned in a low voice, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She broke out in cold sweat a few times, wetting the upper edge of the bedding and her silvery hair.
Jing Jiu looked at her in Silence and waved his hand to let her fall into a deep sleep.
The coughing in the room disappeared, and so did the trembling of the bed and the groaning.
Jing Jiu came to the head of the bed and looked at the face of the girl with silvery hair.
Even though she was asleep, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was as pale as a piece of paper.
Two bright sword lights came out in the deep end of his eyes. His gaze swept over her body like a sword, and he could see clearly the condition of her body through the bedding and clothes.
He had found something wrong with the body of this girl with silvery hair the first night he came to this room. Now that he had a closer look, he found out that it was a serious problem.
Her body was much weaker than it looked, and there were a few traces of frosted glass in her lungs. But the real problem was in her blood.
The blood flowing along the blood vessels had an ominous energy.
His vision became sharper, allowing him to see even more subtle images, and the cells that were constantly swimming around.
According to what he had learned in the last few days, the ratio of the blood cells was not right, and there were too many white blood cells.
This was a serious case of leukemia. If she hadn't been suppressed by the medicine, she would have died a long time ago. Jing Jiu could completely cure this disease, but it would be troublesome and it would take a long time. As such, all he did was send a sword will into the girl's body to stabilize her condition for the time being.
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The next day was also a rest day. Zong Lizi felt quite energetic after she got up. She cooked a pot of rice porridge and then led Jing Jiu to the street to run errands.
The latter was even rarer than cooking for herself.
The two of them walked on the street wearing the hooded sweatshirts over their heads.
At noon, the streets were still so deserted. The sun, which was extremely rare in the underground world, swept past the corner of the sky, catching a glimpse of it.
The countless people living in this block and similar blocks would usually stay at home and rarely go out.
Anyway, he wouldn't be able to bask in the sun when he went out.
The deeper they went, the quieter the street became. Even the sound of children being beaten and scolded could not be heard from inside the building. Many of the street lamps here had been broken, and the light was even dimmer.
The face in the hat was dark too.
Jing Jiu touched the sportswear and felt very satisfied. He even liked it a little. This kind of clothes was very convenient, and the zipper design was even more convenient. The most convenient part was the hat at the back of the clothes, which could perfectly cover the perfect face, and there was no need to wear a conical hat.
There was a very inconspicuous door on the street in front of him. It was about the width of a person and a half. The rusty shutter door was much sturdier than it looked, and there were still traces of iron rods on it. Zong Lizi led Jing Jiu to the door and knocked lightly on the roller shutter door, calling in a low voice, "Master Dan, it's me."
Along with the faint buzzing sound of the motor, the roller shutter door was opened. The two of them walked in. In the dim environment, the stable light source was particularly eye-catching. A middle-aged man in a coarse cloth coat with a magnifying glass sat behind the table, staring at the object on the light source and doing something. "What do you want to do?" he asked without lifting his head.
Zong Lizi took off the hat and came before the table, saying, "We want to make a bracelet."
The middle-aged man called Master Dan lifted his head and took off the magnifying glass on his head. He looked at Jing Jiu behind her, and it seemed that he was not satisfied that Jing Jiu didn't want to show his face. "Thirty thousand credits, or two gold coins," he said casually.
The price was indeed very high, but it was quite cheap for the humans in the Federation of the Milky Way who had no identification marks and could hardly move around.
Zong Lizi didn't know the situation on the black market lately, and she didn't care much about it. It was not her money anyway. She turned to Jing Jiu.
"Wait for me," said Jing Jiu.
Having said that, Jing Jiu opened the roller shutter door and walked back to the street.
To Master Dan's and Zong Lizi's surprise, Jing Jiu came back soon after. He placed two brand new and well-preserved gold coins on the table.
Seeing the two gold coins, the corners of Master Dan's eyes twitched uncontrollably. He turned around and placed a stool in front of Jing Jiu, saying, "Please sit down."
He had mentioned two gold coins casually; he didn't expect Jing Jiu to take out so many gold coins.
Two gold coins were almost the same as thirty thousand credits, but their meanings were completely different.
The only people who would use the gold coins as currency were the important figures in the black market, save for those in the upper echelons.
Jing Jiu had gotten used to others' awe and respect, so he sat on the stool calmly.
Zong Lizi shot him a glance.
Master Dan had already prepared himself. He took out a box from a hidden compartment in the drawer and took out an iris lens gingerly. "This is brand new," he explained.
Jing Jiu didn't believe what Master Dan said. He took the iris lens and pretended to put it into his eye, but he actually crushed it into powder.
As Master Dan was collecting the information of the iris lens, he was shocked by the face under the lamp again, his hands almost trembling.
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It took half an hour to make the identification mark.
Jing Jiu thought it was too long.
The Aoyama Sect didn't bother to make the sword board; they simply asked the disciples to put a sword will into it, and there would be no problem.
Moreover, it was quite troublesome to make the identification mark by matching the bracelet with the pupil.
Jing Jiu was not used to the bracelet.
The bracelet should be made of a high-molecular composite material, which was highly resistant to high-temperature corrosion and extremely light.
Jing Jiu still didn't like it. He didn't like anything on his body, including any accessories.
The Clean-Heart Bell given to him by Sensei had been tied around Ada's neck.
"What if he has no hands?" Jing Jiu asked suddenly.
Zong Lizi said, "Some people choose to make it into a necklace, but most people choose to implant it because they find it troublesome. I heard that the distant ancient civilization used this method."
"What about the blind man?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi wondered if Jing Jiu had been influenced by the trend on the forum when he visited the institute network recently.
She said indignantly, "There must be another way."
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It was even darker in the deep end of the street. Many shady businesses could be found here, like the shop of Master Dan, in addition to the black-market meat trading market and the private internet cafes banned by the Federation. This kind of internet cafes could often break through the layers of blockades and access all the contents of the institute network and even the top network, so they were quite popular among the young people.
This kind of internet cafes had another name, the Gaming Hall.
Those who could run the Gaming Hall in the underground neighborhood must be important figures in the black market.
The owner of this Gaming Hall was no exception. As far as he was concerned, the businesses here were merely camouflage and a transfer station for the black money.
"Who can explain to me what is going on here?"
The owner of the Gaming Hall pointed to the opened safe behind him and looked at a dozen underworld men in front of him, his eyes seemingly ablaze with fire that could erupt at any moment.
Looking at the gold coins and crystal cards in the safe, those underworld men swallowed hard. "Big Boss, isn't the money all here?" one of them asked bravely.
"Two gold coins are missing."
The owner of the Gaming Hall was very tall and fat. He exuded an intimidating aura as he stood there expressionlessly. "No, three gold coins are missing, including the one we lost a few days ago."
The three gold coins were indeed a lot of money, enough to keep the most beautiful girl next door for three months. However, there were so many gold coins in the safe; why was the Big Boss so angry?
"Money is not a problem. No, money is a problem! It's because these are the gold coins that even I can't use! But they're gone now, and they're gone without a trace! "
The owner of the Gaming Hall suddenly lost his temper, yelling while spitting saliva, "Someone has been here the whole time! How did that thief steal it? Is it a damn ghost?! "
A subordinate who was good at stealing had been studying the safe. After a while, he said, "Big Boss, your safe is a retro mechanical safe, so it's impossible to open it by other means. There is only one explanation … someone knows your password."
The owner of the Gaming Hall turned around and slapped him to the ground, saying, "Even my wife doesn't know the password; who else would know it?!"
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Jing Jiu didn't need to know the password to open the safe; it was because his hand was the sharpest sword in the world, and it was also the key to open all the locks, just like his face. (Hold it in for a while)
Zong Lizi thought he was the illegitimate son of a clan above, so he must have brought a great deal of money with him when he fled to this world. As such, she didn't suspect the origin of those gold coins.
They came to the end of the street and saw a cliff whose top couldn't be seen. There was a flight of stairs in the middle of the cliff, and a silvery line in the distance, which might be an escalator.
"Follow me."
Zong Lizi took a deep breath, her silvery hair tousling slightly. Her body became much lighter, and her feet left the ground slowly.
This was the first time Jing Jiu had seen someone in this world use the Cultivation state, aside from the matches on TV. He was curious about it.
Zong Lizi tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and drifted up the stairs like a patch of cloud. Soon, she was one hundred feet away.
She suddenly thought that Jing Jiu was still behind her, feeling worried. She turned around and found that she had thought too much.
He came from the upper world, so it was impossible for him not to know the Cultivation state.
Jing Jiu walked up the mountain path with his hands folded behind his back. He arrived by her side effortlessly.
"You're acting like an old man …"
Zong Lizi mocked him before she continued drifting toward the top of the cliff.
It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the top of the cliff.
The sunlight here was much brighter than in the underground world, and they could see some blue sky and white clouds.
The blue sky and white clouds were in a semi-transparent state. If someone from Chaotian came here, he would feel uncomfortable and might even feel dizzy.
While thinking of all this, Jing Jiu gazed at the deep end of the blue sky and white clouds, and he could vaguely see the shadow of a battleship.
There was a large patch of grassland on the cliff, and many buildings could be seen in the distance. They must be the New Era Institute.
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