After returning safely to Huaicheng, Yan Muhuai went to the hospital to see Yan Ce and took Chen Sangluo's pulse to confirm the progress of his condition.

These days, Yan Ce went to the ward to accompany Chen Sangluo after class, and then immersed himself in studying with Zhao Wang. He didn't pay attention to what was happening on the Internet, and had no idea that there was a problem with the variety show that Yan Muhuai participated in.

Yan Muhuai was very satisfied with his performance. "Keep up the good work. I'll be out of town again in a couple of days. Call me if you have anything."

After he finished speaking, he thought about the time when he went to Fuyun Village and encountered a situation where his cell phone had no signal. Fortunately, Yan Ce did not call him during this period, otherwise this guy would definitely be in the welcoming team they saw when they went down the mountain.

After a moment, he took Yan Ce's paper and pen, tore up his homework book, and wrote a peace amulet for the three teenagers in the ward on the spot.

Yan Ce and Zhao Wang watched him write the word "peace" on the torn paper with their own eyes, and they were dumbfounded.

The words were written with a black gel pen, and they were vigorous and powerful. If they had been written with a brush, they would have looked even better, but the paper they were written on was very ugly.

Yan Muhuai folded the three written papers into triangles and handed them to them. "Wear this on you and never take it off. If it breaks, tell me immediately."

"Brother, aren't you being too casual?" Yan Ce has always admired Yan Muhuai, but at this moment when he got the amulet, he really couldn't praise him.

Although Zhao Wang took it with both hands, there was the same confusion in his eyes.

Yan Muhuai raised his hand and tapped Yan Ce on the head, "Don't just look at the surface of things. It doesn't matter if it's ugly, as long as it's useful."

No matter how much he expressed disgust, Yan Ce still bought a small transparent bag to put the amulet in when he sent Yan Muhuai out of the hospital. He then hung it around his neck with a red string, and also prepared the same configuration for Zhao Wang and Chen Sangluo.

Ming Fei drove her car and waited for Yan Muhuai on the roadside. Because she was carrying the box, she did not go into the hospital with him.

The car was reimbursed by Rong Jin, and Ming Fei went directly to the 4S store to pick up the new car.

On the way home, Sanshiwu, who had finally digested a Qi Gathering Pill, came back to life.

"Master Host!" Thirty-Five said cheerfully, "I have good news for you. You have rescued twenty-three wronged souls in Fuyun Village, earning a total of five thousand merit points! In addition, you have gained two thousand true fans in the past two days, earning another two thousand merit points."

How many more than twenty-three people were killed by Fu Yuan in Fuyun Village? He arrived too late and only saved twenty-three souls. The souls of those who died earlier, unable to seek revenge for a long time, lost their hope and dissipated in despair.

Thirty-five finished this long speech. Yan Muhuai didn't respond, feeling a little awkward, and continued, "Seven thousand more merit points all of a sudden. Are you happy, host?"

Yan Muhuai still didn't say anything, and Thirty-Five was getting a little nervous.

Continuing to find a topic, "Well, Master Host, although I can't find out what Rong Jin's past was, I can find out about his family. Would you like to see it? Or what about the current trend of the online discussion on the sudden suspension of the variety show? I can filter out the most crucial information for you."

"Stop talking nonsense to me, you know what I want to hear." Yan Muhuai finally broke the silence.

Thirty-five's voice instantly became much quieter, "Okay, I used the Soul Gathering Pill, but I still can't get out."

"What you mean is that I wasted a thousand merit points?" Yan Muhuai's tone was completely emotionless.

But Thirty-five is inherently slow in this area.

"It's not a complete waste. There are still some changes. You will know if you look at the mall. But let me make it clear first, don't scold me after you see it." Thirty-five's voice was a little softer than before.

Yan Muhuai had a bad feeling and quickly called out the system mall to take a look.

There are no changes to other props, except for the question mark grid at the end, which is no longer a question mark.

It turned into an icon of several pieces of broken iron. If you look closely, you will find that some parts of the picture are exactly the missing parts of the broken sword in Ming Fei's arms.

Now it is completely confirmed that small system thirty-five is related to the broken sword.

But what attracted Yan Muhuai's attention more was the exchange price marked under the grid.

"How much? Two million merit points?" Yan Muhuai was amused by the price. "To exchange the remaining broken sword for this would cost almost my entire lifespan."

Thirty-five sneered, "Haha, how is that possible, Master Host? You've lived a long life, it's impossible that you're only in your fifties."

Two million merit points is equivalent to 20,000 days of life, which is approximately equal to 55 years.

Yan Muhuai only dared to exchange his life spans one by one, for fear that he would not be able to get the merit points when he needed them. But this stupid system of Sanshiwu was different. The Soul Gathering Pill it asked for started at one thousand, but it cost two million to exchange for its body.

What a valuable system! Was he a servant of this system in his previous life?

"Just stay here and don't come out. Just explode to death in my mind and take me with you." Yan Muhuai mocked Thirty-Five.

"I don't know why this happened. Host, please don't be angry. I never thought of asking you to help me exchange it. If I have a chance to come across some broken swords from Ming Fei, I will try to get out. If it doesn't work, forget it." This is the reason why it didn't dare to show up after absorbing the Spirit Gathering Pill.

After meeting Yan Muhuai, it was of no help at all. The Spirit Gathering Pill Yan Muhuai gave it yesterday was enough for it to pay it back in its lifetime. It didn't dare to have any other extravagant hopes.

It just kind of hated that damned Lord God. What kind of settings had he made for it? Why was it so difficult for it to return to its own body?

After the sadness, Thirty-Five still had one thing to report, "Master Host, I have some bad news."

"Tell me, what news can make me more upset than the selling price of your broken body?" Yan Muhuai's calm mood did fluctuate slightly after seeing the two million merit points.

If it was 2,000 points, or even 20,000 points, he would help Thirty-Five exchange the remaining half of the sword because Ming Fei also had half a broken sword.

Now he wouldn't even think about it.

"I feel bad for using up a thousand of your merit points, so I used my spiritual energy to check the database again and found something not so good. I hope you won't be angry." Thirty-five was really afraid that Yan Muhuai would be angry, so he said that he had stacked armor like crazy before.

"Speak." Yan Muhuai believed that his emotions were relatively stable.

Thirty-five stammered, "I noticed that on the night you completed your mission, the main program sent a signal wave to the Lord God. I might have connected with the Lord God, but I couldn't feel it..."

It spoke softer and softer, and Yan Muhuai could not hear what it said afterwards.

But there was no need to hear it. Thirty-five's meaning was very simple. Originally, this world had been out of the Lord God's control, but because he quickly completed the task of conquering the world, he activated the signal data and self-destruction program that the Lord God placed in Thirty-five's body.

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "Did your Lord God know that I would take back my body and complete the mission?"