As soon as the pill entered her mouth, Du Jun knew it was Shuangshuang's pink pill, which was more effective than the ordinary green pill, and had already replenished most of her lost mental energy.
“Yes, I was attacked by it, an attack that went straight to my soul.” Du Jun continued Si Hai’s words, his peach blossom eyes turning as black as the night sky as he recalled the perilous situation. “It was a kind of cold that penetrated to the bone marrow. Forget about using any skills, even moving a finger was a luxury. I think the loss of spiritual power was just a manifestation of the damage to the soul.” He didn’t say one more thing: the green pill wasn’t very effective at the time, it only replenished some spiritual power, while the pink pill completely swept away the cold that had been clinging to his soul like a shadow.
Du Jun turned his head to look at the little girl sitting next to him. Seeing her lower her eyes in thought, he guessed that she had noticed the difference in Pink Pill. He then squeezed her hand, signaling her to speak.
Cheng Shuang looked up and, without changing her expression, recounted what had happened to her. After finishing her speech, she handed a thermos to Si Hai and Du Jun each.
"It looks big, but the actual contents are only 500 to 600 milliliters. How to use: just pour it out."
Sihai was pleasantly surprised and pulled out two well-made... water guns.
"This is more convenient!"
The young girl happily accepted the gift, then glanced at Du Jun, noticing his improved complexion, and asked, "Shall we part now?"
Du Jun nodded. Thanks to Sister Liu Juan for covering for him, he had a chance to come out. "I'll find a way to get to the third basement level tonight."
Sihai said without hesitation, "We'll go together then." He pricked up his ears, listening to the barely perceptible sounds coming from the storage room, and stood up. "I have to go back first. You can rest here for a while. Don't worry, my guide won't be here."
He reached into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket and took the rose from it, breaking off two petals and handing them to Cheng Shuang and Du Jun. “If you want to send a message, eat this. It will give you the ability to communicate with me telepathically for ten minutes.”
The little girl smelled it curiously; it smelled quite nice, a pure rose scent.
While Du Jun looked down at the flower petals, Si Hai ruffled the little girl's already messy hair, nimbly leaped down the hidden door, and disappeared.
Seeing him leave, Cheng Shuang lowered her voice and recounted the events of the past two days in the most concise way possible, while Du Jun also shared his own experiences.
The basement level is the City Lord's Mansion, and the City Lord is the sole ruler of Qingyou City. The title of ruler is not entirely accurate; his role is more like that of a mascot. However, even mascots have their privileges, such as having priority in choosing their favorite guests and not having to personally serve them, with their own attendants handling all the tasks.
Of course, the attendants could not get too close to the VIP he had chosen. Therefore, there were more guides around the VIP than others, and they 'served' the VIP 24 hours a day, blatantly telling the VIP that these people were monitoring him.
When a VIP becomes enraged because he can no longer bear the life that is like being a hostage but is treated better than a hostage, the city lord always appears just before the VIP's breaking point and smooths things over.
“Do you know about Stockholm syndrome? This city lord created just such an environment.” Du Jun sneered. “Even if you know that these people have bad intentions, the city lord, who is the most powerful among them, will help you out of trouble time and time again. Your heart will gradually lean towards him, and you will think that he is a relatively good person among bad people.”
"We can't let our guard down even a little bit." The little girl's face turned serious. "Brother Du Jun, you have to be extra careful."
Du Jun couldn't resist ruffling her head, and the hair tie on one side snapped, making the already messy girl look even more like a little madwoman.
Cheng Shuang didn't pay attention, scratched her head and asked, "Brother Du Jun, do you think Brother Sihai looks like..." She imitated the action of pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
"A magician?" Du Jun put the flower petals into his spatial storage, sat down behind her, took out a comb, and began to re-braid her hair. "I guess his skills are related to this!"
He had a strong grip, and in order to secure the braid tightly, he pulled so hard that the little girl's peach blossom eyes almost turned into phoenix eyes, but at least he managed to tuck in the loose, stray hairs.
#Mom no longer has to worry about my hairstyle being messed up!#
"He seems really impressive!"
Hearing the little girl's praise, Du Jun didn't say anything. It seemed that the rest stop where Si Hai and his companions were located was not a newly established one, so their resources and qualifications were completely different from theirs. At least everyone in the convenience store was clueless about many things, while Si Hai and his companions no longer had to struggle with common sense.
The two did not stay for long before going their separate ways.
The ghost doll stayed with Du Jun for the time being. Cheng Shuang also gave him two ghost dolls to give to Liu Juan. The others should try to contact them slowly.
No wonder this seemingly harmless place of death issues group tickets. Anyone who acts alone might not even have time to find out anything before their soul and body are completely separated, and they die without even knowing how they died.
If the news that the exiles possess powerful weapons capable of absorbing human mental energy were spread, even the most scheming and opportunistic protectors wouldn't be so confident as to believe that they could escape such a situation on their own!
Cheng Shuang originally wanted to go directly from the 35th floor to the 70th floor, but Du Jun stopped her, saying, "This kind of elevator has a memory mode. If you take the elevator from the east side of the 45th floor, it will appear on the east side no matter which floor you go to."
Cheng Shuang immediately realized and exclaimed with delight, "Then can I get to Uncle Sun Han's house from here?"
Gong Zhu lived directly below Sun Han.
She couldn't tell which way was which, but she could still tell which way was up and which was down.
If this is the east side, it means Sun Han lives in the east, Feng Jiakang lives in the south, and Sister Xin lives in the north.
“If you’re sure Brother Sun is in this location, the City Lord’s Mansion has a city layout map, but unfortunately we didn’t have enough time to see it all,” Du Jun said. “Don’t be fooled by the fact that the central city appears cylindrical to us; many of the building structures have been adjusted to deceive the human eye.”
Cheng Shuang nodded obediently, "I know, don't believe everything you see, your eyes can lie!"
Ultimately, the young girl decided to give it a try. Cooperating with other maintainers was naturally less trustworthy than having a partner at a rest stop. Moreover, the ability for the ten Luo'ans to communicate with each other wasn't a passive skill, but it was only known to people at her own rest stop. This was why she felt comfortable lending the Luo'ans out; if April or Sister Xin had any ill intentions, the ghost doll would promptly relay the message.
When the elevator reached the 70th floor, Cheng Shuang confirmed that this was indeed Sun Han's residence. Only a servant stood guard over the empty house with a dark expression. She didn't risk staying and slipped out when the servant wasn't looking, after all, she had been gone for too long.
Thinking about it, the little girl carried the flower basket and slowly walked back. In the distance, she saw a lot of people crowded on the terrace, talking about something.
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