National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

The moment she heard Chu He mention that the situation here could change at any moment, a flicker of panic flashed through Xiang Xiufang’s eyes.

Any thought of persuading Chu He to go rest vanished without a trace.

She knew perfectly well that if something unexpected were to happen,

this young but unfathomably profound Mr. Chu before her

was undoubtedly their only lifeline,

the pillar of support who could shelter them from the storm.

Night, like a mysterious giant in a black robe,

held the entire world in its tight embrace.

Time was a silent, dark river, flowing inexorably onward,

making the night grow ever deeper and thicker.

Zheng Bolan and Zheng Xuezhen struggled to keep their leaden eyelids open, their consecutive yawns jarring in the silent night.

Although a tide of exhaustion threatened to overwhelm them,

the intense curiosity and fear they felt for this mysterious construction site acted like a bright lamp, dispelling some of their drowsiness.

They dragged their heavy feet, slowly pacing along the edge of the site,

trying to unearth the secrets hidden deep in the darkness under the cover of night.

Chu He stood silently in place,

his expression as solemn as an abyss. He slowly closed his eyes and mobilized the powerful Spiritual Power within him,

spreading it out around him like a fine spider’s web.

It seemed as if nothing could hide from his Spiritual Power,

yet even with his utmost concentration and effort,

he still couldn’t detect the slightest trace of the mysterious Emperor’s Qi that Xia Chengli had mentioned.

Xia Chengli, in contrast, was like a transcendent fairy who stood apart from the world.

She stood there quietly, her gaze clear and focused.

Her eyes could pierce through the layers of night and the thick earth, reaching straight to the core of the mysterious aura.

To her, the Emperor’s Qi was clearly visible,

like a star shining with a unique light in the night sky, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

This strange phenomenon,

sparked in Chu He, for the first time, a strong curiosity and desire to investigate the bloodline of Deities.

But this curiosity could only remain buried deep in his heart.

As the owner of this Deities’ bloodline, Xia Chengli herself

knew very little about the mysteries of her own lineage.

Much of the key information was like treasure slumbering in the ancient depths of the sea,

hidden deep within her mind and difficult to access.

Only in specific environments, when stimulated by certain factors,

would that dormant information surface like a waking beast, revealing just the tip of the iceberg.

Just as it was only after coming to this mysterious land that she had sensed the existence of the Emperor’s Qi.

"I need to use the restroom. Will you come with me?"

Zheng Xuezhen shifted her slightly stiff body, leaned close to Zheng Bolan, and whispered.

Her voice was laced with timidity and unease.

The silent night seemed to hide countless prying eyes.

"Fine, let’s go."

Zheng Bolan sighed helplessly, his face etched with exhaustion and reluctance.

He suppressed another yawn and struggled to his feet.

After all, blood is thicker than water. Zheng Xuezhen was his closest relative in the world; how could he possibly refuse her?

Zheng Bolan’s face was filled with weariness,

and his yawns seemed endless.

The harrowing, life-or-death assassination attempt from earlier in the day was like a nightmare

deeply seared into his mind.

Although his physical injuries had already healed under Chu He’s treatment—a method so miraculous it bordered on the fantastical—

and he even felt stronger and more robust than before, as if given a new lease on life,

the intense mental strain and fear

were like an invisible rope tightly constricting his soul.

It left him unable to shake off a bone-deep exhaustion,

a fatigue that had seeped into every cell of his being.

Not even a few minutes had passed

when a sharp, piercing scream suddenly erupted from the direction of the restrooms.

Like a bolt of lightning, it tore through the silent night sky,

shattering the peace and tranquility.

In a corrugated iron office not far from the construction site,

Zheng Qifeng and Xiang Xiufang were anxiously discussing the next steps for the project,

their faces full of anxiety and fatigue.

When they heard the scream, both of their faces instantly turned deathly pale.

Their bodies trembled involuntarily, pierced by a sudden chill.

They exchanged a look, their eyes filled with terror and worry,

then bolted out of the room without hesitation, sprinting toward the source of the sound.

They saw their son and daughter running frantically toward them,

the horror on their faces plain to see, as if they had just survived a terrible disaster.

Zheng Qifeng hurried forward, grabbed Zheng Bolan, and asked urgently, "What’s wrong? What happened?"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted unconsciously toward Chu He.

When he saw Chu He sitting there, perfectly safe and with an expression as calm as still water,

his composed demeanor seemed to possess a strange Magic Power that allowed Zheng Qifeng’s racing heart to settle slightly.

’In my heart, Chu He has already become our anchor.’

’As long as Chu He remains so calm and composed,’

’it means the situation might not be as bad as I imagined.’

’At least there’s still hope for a turnaround.’

"A ghost... I really saw a ghost!"

Zheng Bolan’s voice trembled violently, as if an invisible hand were strangling him.