"She's bleeding again."
Qiu Shui said nervously.
"It's alright, this way you'll recover faster."
Shen Shiyang put on her clothes, regaining her neat and tidy appearance, and sat down to tidy up the things in her medical kit. Qiu Shui sat on the chair opposite her and put a tube of white ointment into it.
“You’ve lived here, so you must have never been hurt. They’ve protected you very well, haven’t they?” Shen Shiyang put down her medicine box and asked with a smile.
Qiu Shui shook her head. "You're wrong. I get injured often."
How could that be?
Qiu Shui raised her arm to show him the abnormally blue veins on her arm. Under the dim light, it was clear that what was flowing in the veins was not blood at all.
"This is... reproductive fluid?"
Shen Shiyang asked in surprise and doubt.
Qiu Shui shook her head. "No. It's just a special substance that can suppress the 'witch' power in the body to the greatest extent."
"Is witchcraft a good thing?"
Shen Shiyang asked, he had never possessed these magical abilities, nor did he desire them.
“It is for black witches, but not for white witches,” Qiu Shui said, lowering her eyes and shaking the ointment.
Why is there a difference?
Qiu Shui sat in a chair, poured herself a cup of tea, and began to explain to him in detail.
"Humans do not possess extraordinary power; the so-called 'witchcraft' is essentially a product of humans' mastery of the laws of the elements."
The reason why "witchcraft" arose is that humans were unable to fight against the super viruses that suddenly appeared hundreds of years ago and the viral monsters derived from them, so they had no choice but to resort to it.
After the powerful "Witches" completely eradicated the super-reproducing superviruses and the virus monsters formed by the aggregation of those superviruses in recent years, China has completely abandoned the method of cultivating "Witches".
Therefore, they created a miraculous method to extract elements from the body of the "witch," hoping to prevent the "witch" from remaining completely in the human genome.
Hearing this, Shen Shiyang couldn't help but interrupt her, "But even now, there are still many witches, whether they are black or white."
Qiu Shui took a sip of tea, did not deny his words, and continued:
"A small human action can bring about earth-shattering changes in the history of biological evolution. The emergence of 'shamans' is not easy, and it is even more difficult for them to completely leave humanity."
She frowned and took out a blue syringe. "So those who choose to take medicine to gradually abandon their 'witchcraft' power are called 'white witches.' Those who refuse to take medicine and choose to continue developing their 'witchcraft' power are called black witches."
Black witches endlessly use their "witchcraft" power to commit inhuman acts; they deserve punishment. White witches cannot easily activate their "witchcraft" power, or they risk death.
At this point, Qiu Shui felt a pang of sadness, and then, thinking that Shen Shiyang's sister-in-law was a witch, she suddenly realized that what she had just said was a bit too much.
Do you...agree with what I'm saying?
She put down her teacup and asked cautiously.
She didn't want to lose a friend because of the conflict between the "white witch" and the "black witch".
Shen Shiyang frowned. "I am not the 'witch' you're talking about, and I can't judge whether 'witch' power is good or bad."
Hearing his words, Qiu Shui breathed a sigh of relief.
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Meanwhile, the central city
A figure quickly appeared in the city center. He bypassed the dense guards and the high-tech robots hidden in various corners, and entered a house.
There were two people sitting in the room: a woman in a white coat and a man with a solemn expression whose face was obscured.
"So, this box was left by your grandfather?" the woman asked.
"right."
"I understand. I need to take this box and its contents for a few days to study the patterns and their meanings. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Goodbye, Miss Yue.
The two shook hands politely, and Yue Bairuo left with the box. Standing on the street, she remained lost in thought.
"The box has an antique appearance, and the items inside are antiques. Could it be a family heirloom or something similar?"
As she was deep in thought, she heard a car horn blaring in the distance. She looked up and saw a black SUV parked in front of her.
The car window rolled down, and a woman leaned out, saying, "Finished talking? Get in the car."
"You didn't leave?" Yue Baoruo asked in surprise.
She got into the car, and it drove off. Yue Bairuo held the box in her hand, pondering it repeatedly, and then turned on the car lights to examine it closely.
Zhang Na glanced at the box in her hand in the rearview mirror and her eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's metal..."
When you gently touch it to your ear, a slight sound comes from inside.
There's something inside.
"My lady, we've arrived."
When Yue Bai came to his senses, he saw that they had returned to the front of the city center, where receptionists were waiting outside.
The two unfastened their seatbelts and went downstairs, bypassing the receptionist and returning to Qiyuan. Everyone in Qiyuan was already asleep; only Zhang Zhonglian was watching television in the living room.
"You're back?" he said lazily.
Zhang Na responded, and he looked over, his gaze instantly freezing on the box Yue Baoruo was holding.
What is that?
He pointed to the box and asked.
“It’s a box, and you can’t touch the things inside,” Yue Baoruo said as she walked over.
As she spoke, she took out the contents of the computer and continued her research. She opened the computer, which contained many records in ancient scripts.
Zhang Zhonglian turned her head towards the television, but her gaze kept wandering to the contents of the box.
"Let me see."
Seeing that Yue Bairuo was completely baffled, he tentatively placed his hand on the box.
Yue Baoruo picked up the box, her smile somewhat awkward. "This isn't mine; it would be a real hassle if I broke it."
Zhang Zhonglian withdrew his hand, turned off the TV, and focused all his attention on the box. Suddenly, he blurted out, "This is a lock."
Upon hearing this, Yue Baoruo was taken aback.
"What did you say? You... have knowledge of ancient writing?" Yue Bairuo guessed, seeing him staring at the box.
"The lock is made of metal, and there are obvious gaps between the parts. If you turn the middle of it, it will definitely turn."
Zhang Zhonglian, full of enthusiasm, provided guidance from the side. Yue Bairuo, half-believing and half-doubting, followed his instructions and twisted it in the middle, hearing a slight "click" sound.
"organ?"
Before Yue Bairuo could speak, Zhang Zhonglian smiled and took the item without saying a word, tracing the engravings on it with his fingers.
"Give me a piece of paper."
Bai Ruo took out a piece of paper, took out a pencil from his small box, carved the pattern on the paper, placed the paper on top, and copied the pattern and carving.
"What are these things? How did they get here? What's their connection to that person in Garden City?"
Completely baffled, Yue Bairuo had no choice but to leave with the box. Just then, a figure entered the room precisely and quickly appeared in front of her.
"who?"
There was no answer.
Yue Baoruo took out the lamp and saw a cool face, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's you."
"You never expected it to be me, did you?"
The visitor asked sarcastically.
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