An Qingyu said calmly: "Purpose? I was imprisoned just like you."

"Haha, really?"

The two stood inside and outside the ward, looking at each other, and the air fell into dead silence.

An Qingyu was about to say something else when his eyes suddenly focused and he turned to look at the end of the corridor. A figure in a white coat was slowly walking towards him from a distance.

"What are you doing?" Lin Qiye asked.

An Qingyu glanced at Chaos and said, "Nothing."

"It seems that our [Gate Key] is also a little curious about my immortality..." [Chaos] raised the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly, "In fact, as long as you take 200 pills a day like me, you can also be immortal. Do you want to try it?"

Lin Qiye's eyes swept across [Chaos] and An Qingyu, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He raised his fingertips.

Bang--!

The door of Ward No. 5 slammed shut, almost knocking Chaos, who was standing behind the door, away.

With a light click, the door of the ward was locked again. Amid Chaos's angry curses, Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu and spoke slowly:

"Don't communicate with him, understand?"

An Qingyu glanced at the closed door and said nothing.

"Come with me." Lin Qiye turned and left.

"Leave? Where to?"

"Go see the teacher."

An Qingyu stood there in a daze.

…

Buzz buzz buzz——

The sunset has sunk into the earth, and the deep dark blue has spread across the entire sky.

The roar of a helicopter came from the distance.

The cabin door opened, and Shen Qingzhu landed lightly on the desert, carrying a takeaway in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other.

He turned around and gave the pilot a signal, and the plane slowly rose and disappeared over the edge of the sky.

Without a cape or a straight sword, Shen Qingzhu was only wearing simple casual clothes today, clean and neat, like a guest who had come from afar to attend the banquet.

He walked to the door of the Sword House and knocked twice. Zhou Ping's voice came out:

"Come in."

Shen Qingzhu pushed the door and walked into the house. A stove was emitting warm red light in the room. Zhou Ping and Lin Qiye were already sitting by the stove. When they saw him coming in from outside, their eyes lit up at the same time.

"How is it? Did you buy it?" Lin Qiye asked.

"I waited in line for forty minutes and bought it."

Shen Qingzhu put down the takeaway bag, and an intoxicating aroma of food wafted out, whetting one's appetite.

Zhou Ping licked his lips, his eyes wide open. He had been in seclusion here for the past few years, eating only dry food. It had been a long time since he had tasted the aroma of food that was full of the breath of life.

"By the way, where's An Qingyu?" Shen Qingzhu asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say you would bring him here as well?"

Lin Qiye turned to look at Zhou Ping, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Well, let him come with us." Zhou Ping nodded, "Don't worry, he can't run away with me here."

"That's good."

After getting Zhou Ping's affirmation, the nothingness behind Lin Qiye suddenly twisted, and the outline of a black figure quickly emerged.

Seeing the figure in black, Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes slightly. He continued to open the takeaway bag with his head down without saying a word.

An Qingyu stood by the stove in a daze, looking at Zhou Ping and Shen Qingzhu who were sitting cross-legged on the ground, and was a little dazed for a moment.

"This is……"

Zhou Ping stared at him for a moment, patted the ground beside him, and said gently: "Sit down and eat with me."

After the patient's treatment progress reaches 50%, Lin Qiye can take them out of the hospital. Since Zhou Ping has already spoken, there is no need to worry about the risk of An Qingyu escaping and he can just take him out directly.

A complex expression flashed across An Qingyu's gray eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he sat down obediently.

Of course Zhou Ping knew about An Qingyu's affairs, but he was not very good at speaking, and at the moment he didn't know where to start... He could only look to Lin Qiye for help.

Lin Qiye kept his eyes on An Qingyu, fearing that he would make any move and escape from here.

An Qingyu silently lowered his head and looked at the stove without saying a word.

Four figures gathered around the stove, their shadows swaying on the wall with the firelight. The small sword room seemed a little crowded, yet also a little distant...

Snap——

Shen Qingzhu put down the takeaway in his hand, and a complicated knot was still firmly fixed on the surface of the plastic bag.

After a brief silence, he slowly spoke:

“I can’t open it.”

Lin Qiye: ...

“Can’t you just cut it open?” Zhou Ping blinked, and a hungry growl came from his stomach.

"It's easy to spill if you cut it open, and it's hard to put it back later." Shen Qingzhu answered seriously, then turned around and said, "Qiye, can you take it apart?"

"...No." Lin Qiye answered decisively.

Zhou Ping seemed to have guessed something, "Actually, I'm not very good at it either..."

The sword pavilion fell into dead silence again.

After an unknown amount of time, An Qingyu finally raised his head and opened his mouth:

"I...try?"

Without saying a word, Shen Qingzhu pushed the takeaway directly in front of An Qingyu, who lightly flicked the knot with his fingertips and it was untied.

"Awesome." Shen Qingzhu said lightly.

"Yeah." Lin Qiye agreed.

An Qingyu: ...

"I remember when I first taught you in the warehouse, Qingyu packed takeout every day." Zhou Ping brought up a topic.

"...Didn't we all eat the meals you cooked? When did we ever order takeout?"

An Qingyu had a strange expression on his face.

"Oh, then I remembered it wrong."

“…”

Lin Qiye couldn't help but hold his forehead. Originally they were discussing whether they could persuade An Qingyu to surrender, but now the atmosphere was so awkward that he wanted to run away right away... Anyway, this was a terrible opening.

Zhou Ping seemed to realize this as well, so he gave up trying to find a topic to talk about. While unpacking his chopsticks, he casually started talking:

"Qingyu, give up Cthulhu...stay in Daxia. No matter what happens, we will bear it with you. Otherwise..."

Snap——

Zhou Ping accidentally broke the chopsticks in his hand into two pieces.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Otherwise, I will kill you."

Just as An Qingyu was about to serve the rice, his hand trembled and he froze in place.

After so many years, Zhou Ping's way of threatening people is still so unexpected...

A faint sword intent emanated from Zhou Ping's body. An Qingyu, who was sitting next to him, felt a chill lingering around his neck, as if his head and body would be separated in the next moment.

For a moment, the hand that was holding the rice was neither able to move forward nor backward.

The small sword hut fell into the deep quagmire again.