Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's question, Su Jinyun's previously calmed state of mind was instantly disrupted, like a calm sea encountering a sudden storm, with waves surging.

Her eyes instantly welled up with a faint blush, like peach blossoms just beginning to bloom on a spring branch, delicate and beautiful yet revealing a pitiful fragility.

In her slightly reddened eyes, glistening tears welled up, as if they were about to burst forth and slide down her fair cheeks at any moment.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip slightly, turning her pink lips white as she tried to suppress the emotions that were about to surge like a bursting dam.

Her voice was as soft as a gentle breeze, silently brushing across the strings, producing a subtle, trembling sound.

Every word seemed to slowly overflow from the softest part of her heart, which was full of worry and heartache: "Qianluo has been asleep for three days. Is she feeling unwell? I'll go and call the army doctor."

Qin Qianlu keenly noticed Su Jinyun's extremely anxious expression; her brows were furrowed and her eyes were full of worry.

He leaned forward, almost reflexively getting up to call for the medic.

Seeing this, Qin Qianluo reached out without hesitation, her movements gentle yet with a steady strength, firmly pressing down on Su Jinyun's arm and stopping her from taking the next step.

She slowly shook her head, her jet-black hair swaying gently like willow branches swaying in a breeze.

Her gaze was filled with tenderness and comfort, like the warmest sunshine in spring, trying to dispel the heavy worries in Su Jinyun's heart.

She slightly parted her lips, her pearly teeth glistening, as if she had a thousand words to say, but then paused for a moment before speaking.

With this silent yet powerful gesture, he conveyed to Su Jinyun that he was not feeling unwell, giving her the most direct comfort.

As consciousness gradually returned, Qin Qianluo seemed to have completely emerged from a long and fantastical dream.

Over the past three days, those dreamlike, timeless memories surged through her mind like a tidal wave.

Those once broken and chaotic images and scenes are now being meticulously pieced together as if by an invisible hand.

They are being put back in place piece by piece, frame by frame, gradually piecing together a complete picture, becoming increasingly clear and discernible.

She felt as if she were back in that bizarre and fantastical world.

Those extraordinary characters I've encountered, whether they were police officers navigating through gunfire or sword cultivators roaming the world of cultivation.

Or perhaps it refers to different "selves" who have experienced moments of life and death in different eras.

They all flashed through her mind like a movie, vivid and clear, every detail as if it had just happened yesterday.

However, before she could even open her mouth and recount these complex feelings and memories to Su Jinyun,

In that quiet moment, when it seemed as if you could hear each other's heartbeats, and the atmosphere was slightly solemn.

A sudden, exceptionally clear electronic voice, like a sharp bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky, exploded in her mind without warning: "Hello, host."

The voice was cold and mechanical, devoid of any human emotion, as if it had traveled from a distant, boundless, cold, and lonely alternate dimension.

This is completely out of place in the camp, which is filled with the warmth of everyday life and an atmosphere of concern and worry.

The sudden sound instantly shattered the previously warm yet tense atmosphere.

Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up a thousand waves, startling Qin Qianluo. A hint of surprise and wariness flashed across her originally calm eyes.

Qin Qianluo seemed to be frozen in time, standing there motionless, as if the blood in her body had solidified at that moment.

The sudden electronic sound was like a thunderbolt carrying destructive power, striking her mind without warning.

In an instant, her thoughts seemed to sink into a chaotic quagmire, all her consciousness was forcibly disrupted by this sudden impact, leaving only a blank and bewildered state.

Su Jinyun was also shocked and her face paled. The joy of surviving the ordeal that had been on her face was instantly washed away by the strange voice.

Her delicate face was now filled with astonishment and fear, her eyes wide open as if she had seen something terrifying beyond imagination.

The sound was like an extremely sharp ice blade, abruptly shattering the warm yet tense atmosphere inside the tent.

This caused her body to tense up uncontrollably in an instant, every nerve like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

This strange sound reached the ears of Qin Qianluo and Su Jinyun with unmistakable clarity.

It passed through the thick canvas of the tent without any hindrance and floated into the other tents like a ghost.

The Emperor Emeritus, Mu Yunxi, and others were sitting together with great concern, discussing Qin Qianluo's condition in hushed tones. A heavy gloom hung over each of their faces.

The sudden sound was like a bombshell exploding in their hearts.

The crowd froze as if under a spell, then looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of doubt, wariness, and unease.

Those eyes seemed to instantly perceive the unknown danger hidden behind that voice.

It was as if an invisible black hand was slowly reaching out from the depths of darkness, ready to drag them into an endless abyss at any moment.

Meanwhile, in that space, Feng Qingyun, Long Nanzhi, Yu Ji, and several others were intently focused on the transparent halo that emitted a soft glow.

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