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Chapter 714 - 711: "Biluochun.

Chapter 714: Chapter 711: "Biluochun.

Inside the teahouse, three people were still, as if captured in an oil painting.

This eerie silence persisted for a long time.

A moment later, Su Rin spoke, "What are you really up to, Su Ming’an?"

Earlier, after coming from the Roseblood Factory, Su Ming’an had entered this teahouse. All three wore masks to prevent their identities from being exposed and causing chaos.

The teahouse was not as desolate as it had been ten years ago, perhaps because of the Fuyuan Festival. Even late at night, it was crowded with people, and the arrival of the three did not attract anyone’s attention.

"Just having tea," Su Ming’an said.

"Then why have you brought him along?" Su Rin pointed at Lin Guang.

"I brought him along for tea," Su Ming’an said. "Teahouses are the most convenient places to gather information. I haven’t been back in ten years, so I’m here to listen to what the masses have to say."

Lin Guang smiled, like a beautiful backdrop painting.

"Sleep during the day, run out for tea at night. With your day and night reversed, your body..." Su Rin said.

"You really sound like an old man," Su Ming’an remarked.

Su Rin: "..."

Leaning against the window with his cheek propped on his hand, Su Ming’an was in the same spot where he had sat ten years earlier, the gingko leaves outside still lush.

"—Oh, you are here."

Suddenly, an acquaintance approached, "Handsome, I heard you were inspecting the Roseblood Factory in the middle of the night, so I came. What are you doing in the teahouse? Incognito?"

"Yes, incognito," Su Ming’an said.

In fact, he had another agenda.

"This here is... Su Rin, the Legion Commander, right?" Xi immediately recognized Su Rin, but the other person puzzled her. She stared at the masked Lin Guang, unable to recognize: "Is this the Deputy City Lord? No, wait... the Deputy City Lord doesn’t have white hair, so this is..."

"That’s not important," Su Ming’an said. He was worried about Lin Guang’s identity being revealed, which could lead to Xi fighting with people on the spot.

"Fine. I’m just here to give you something anyway," Xi said, fumbling in her bosom and pulling out a brand-new rosary: "Here, I made a rosary for you, just in time for the new year."

"Thank you," Su Ming’an said.

She was always the first one to give him a rosary each year.

The people around him, Tretiya was too crazy, Sen Kylstia respected him too much, Cheng Luohe worshipped him too much, and Noah’s favorability was forcefully brought up. Only Xi always communicated with him on an equal footing, neither in fear of authority nor sycophantic, which made him feel relaxed.

"Handsome, you’re now the top figure on the human side. Be mindful of your safety from now on and avoid contact with insignificant people, especially the likes of Lin Guang. We still haven’t discovered his whereabouts," Xi said.

"Top figure"... that word, why does it sound like something from a brothel...

Su Ming’an coughed.

The one called "insignificant," Lin Guang, wasn’t even angry, remaining motionless as if possessing extraordinarily good composure.

"Someone said they saw the City Lord today?" the table next to them was chatting.

"Didn’t he die? I remember the whole city mourning in white ten years ago, my sister was sobbing for half a year," a youngster said.

"The City Lord is a deity incarnate. Even if his body dies, his soul will return to the city after a while. How could he die?" another person said.

"People like us can only see him in textbooks and on television now... I heard that experts simulated the basic data from the Dawn War to review the battle and found that every action of the City Lord was the best decision at the time, without exception, [like a perfectly written program]. Even a slight deviation would have increased human casualties by millions..."

"So he’s a deity, if not one overseeing everything, how could he possibly always make the best decision..."

"..."

Su Ming’an narrowed his eyes.

Xi, cracking sunflower seeds, said, "I’m getting calluses in my ears from all this praise for you."

"I want to ask, why are there so many white-haired people in the city?" Su Ming’an said. He had noticed that, on their way here, at least one in every three people had white hair—could it be that the stress of life nowadays grays everyone prematurely?

"..." Xi struggled to say, "You might not believe it if I told you. It’s said that the City Lord, when alive, favored white hair so much that many people dyed their hair white in every alley and street..."

"What?"

Su Ming’an was stunned.

"Furthermore, the popularity of this teahouse springs from ten years ago when the teahouse’s owner played a flute duet with the City Lord’s piano, which greatly boosted his popularity, and made everyone want to visit his teahouse," Xi coughed dryly, his face slightly embarrassed, "Also, the teahouse owner’s white hair is of the purest white, surpassing many who bleach theirs, thus his status has risen high, enough to be compared with some minor leaders..."

Absurd!

Su Ming’an felt bewildered.

...What does it mean for white hair to be ’pure’? Can that even be used to describe it? Is white hair now considered a kind of noble lineage?

A wave of emotion surged in his heart, possibly an empathetic response from Acto—if having white hair counted as an achievement, what were those diligent minor leaders worth? If simply dyeing one’s hair white earned respect, what did people’s efforts count for?

This was too absurd, merely because of rumors he favored white hair, did all white-haired people rise so high?

"Impossible..." Su Ming’an said.

"What’s so impossible about it?" Su Rin bluntly stated, "As the people of Chu like slender waists, many starve in the palace. You are now King Ling of Chu, Su Ming’an."

"..."

The tea table fell into silence as Xi sighed.

Just then, the teahouse owner belatedly arrived.

The teahouse owner, still dressed in Han clothes, had drooping eyes and a slender figure. His slightly floating white hair almost perfectly matched that of Lin Guang at the table, who wore a mask. Remembering the fleeting mantis and butterfly from before, confusion flickered in Su Ming’an’s eyes.

Previously, in another loop, he had learned that the teahouse owner had set up shop here.

"What would the guests like?" the owner asked.

"Biluochun tea," Xi said.

"I’ll have a coffee," Su Rin said.

"..." Lin Guang remained silent.

"I want a cup of tea that doesn’t smell like disinfectant," Su Ming’an suddenly said, staring into the teahouse owner’s eyes, "Can you do that?"

"Of course," the teahouse owner turned and left.

After a moment, the tea tray was served—it was fine quality Biluochun tea. Su Ming’an took a sip; indeed, there was no disinfectant taste, as if his experience from ten years ago had been an illusion.

"Do you like it?" the teahouse owner didn’t leave. He had always seemed indifferent to other customers, but around Su Ming’an, he seemed stuck, unable to move away.

"Of course, I like this bowl of tea and also the flute piece you played with my piano ten years ago," Su Ming’an suddenly said with a smile in his voice, "Finding a soulmate through music, your flute makes me think you’re a good person. I’d like to become best friends with you, would you be willing?"

"Click."

Noises of a tea bowl being crushed came from the side, seemingly originating from Lin Guang.

"You said you performed with me ten years ago, so you are..." The tea house owner was stunned, then that stern face showed an emotion like ice and snow thawing, "I really admire you, I really do... Can we become friends?"

"Crack." Xi was startled; next to her, Lin Guang had crushed another teapot in front of her, and she didn’t understand why this masked man was so angry.

"Of course we can. Today is just the Fuyuan Festival. Do you like ginkgo trees? How about I take you to see the best ginkgo tree in the city?" Su Ming’an’s gaze was sincere, and the black cat on his shoulder slightly wagged its tail as if an invisible halo shimmered around him.

The wooden floor subtly trembled; Lin Guang was already restless, his hands sticky with fragments of the tea bowl.

Su Ming’an continued talking to the tea house owner, "Afterward, I can take you to my music room. I really like the sound of your flute, it’s the best I have ever heard. All the flute music I heard before was just trite nonsense, not comparable to that piece of yours..."

"Snap!"

"Snap snap snap snap snap snap——!!!!!"

Loud explosions burst forth, and the wooden table flew up. Su Rin dodged in a flash, and in that moment, he suddenly realized why Su Ming’an had insisted on bringing Lin Guang for tea; this young man was indeed deeply thoughtful, calculating every step to the extreme.

The words were murderous, striking at the heart. Su Rin felt pity for Lin Guang upon hearing them.

The tea guests saw the broken bowls and overturned tables and were so scared they all retreated three feet. Lin Guang slowly stood up, his body seemingly emitting black aura, his palms shaped like eagle claws, having flipped the tea table with a slap, the best Bi Luo Chun tea scattered all over the floor.

"What madness is this masked man on!" Xi was completely bewildered, not knowing why this person had suddenly erupted.

The next moment, her face showed a ghost-like expression.

—Lin Guang’s mask had accidentally fallen off.

The tea house became utterly silent in an instant.

People looked at Lin Guang’s face in shock—his face symbolized the demon, terrifying like the witch trials of the Middle Ages, his name alone could cause children to cry at night. The nuclear explosion that Lin Guang unleashed upon the city ten years ago left a deep psychological shadow on humanity, with countless people still living in nightmares...

Lin Guang had been crouching in a corner earlier, playing with a butterfly, and because it was still early in the night, few had noticed his face. But now, under the bright light of the tea house, the sight of his face terrified people so badly they scrambled in panic.

"Aaaaah—," finally, someone screamed in terror and started to run. Then, like a tidal wave, hundreds rushed outwards, and in the blink of an eye, the place was deserted. From afar, the sound of an alarm could be heard; it wouldn’t be long before the tea house was surrounded by the military.

The tea house owner took a step back, his face blank and helpless.

"Guest, why did you destroy my tea table..." Before the tea house owner could finish, Lin Guang stepped forward, his fingers shaped into claws, menacingly reaching towards the neck of the tea house owner as if intending to strangle him to death!

A golden wall of light shot up from the ground, blocking Lin Guang’s attack.

Su Rin stepped in front of the owner, suddenly saying, "So Lin Guang and the tea house owner are not the same person, this information is very useful. Su Ming’an, I didn’t expect such a method of probing."

Su Rin was vastly experienced, yet he hadn’t anticipated Su Ming’an’s method of probing—Lin Guang was so angry, and it was clear the tea house owner and Lin Guang were not the same person; one had to be Lv Shu, and the other must be Lin Guang.

Yet Su Ming’an’s brows were still deeply furrowed.

"—Trite nonsense! Trite nonsense??" Lin Guang’s eyes were bloodshot, like a bursting volcano, he stared intensely at Su Ming’an, his hand moving towards the handgun at his waist, then his left hand grabbed his right, stopping it forcefully.

"Su Rin, you ensure the tea house owner’s safety. Once this is over, Lin Guang and I are going to visit ’Ta Wei.’" Su Ming’an said.

His brows remained furrowed, dissatisfied with the results of this probe.

"I’ll come with you." Su Rin said.

"No need, ’Ta Wei’ is fraught with danger, and I’m not sure if you might be compromised. I have a backup plan; wait in the city to assist." Su Ming’an said.

"Understood." Su Rin said.

"Lewis, you—" Lin Guang’s face could no longer hold back, his flute music being trite nonsense...

"Alright, I’ll go with you to Ta Wei as a guest. Don’t take my previous comments to heart; you are my best friend, and your ’Missing’ is the best," said Su Ming’an.

Lin Guang was momentarily taken aback.

Now it was the teahouse owner’s turn to be unsettled. "Wait..."

Su Rin, witnessing this scene, suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. He remembered a famous story from the World Forum, about a player from the Seventh World, Pulaya, who, with high Charm value, navigated between Soul Hunt and the Soul Clan, crafting a prime-time TV drama. The current scenario seemed eerily familiar...

Su Rin’s Authority enabled him to see others’ souls and thus gauge their emotional fluctuations. Therefore, he had always disdain for Su Ming’an’s strategies. The emotions Su Ming’an feigned failed to move him, including now, as Su Ming’an’s emotions appeared consistently stable in his eyes.

This was the most terrifying aspect of Charm-type players.

They could easily influence others’ emotions while remaining utterly composed themselves. The term "best friend" flowed effortlessly from Su Ming’an’s mouth. Su Rin even noticed that he had been affected by this invisible Charm value...

"How are you going to take me to Ta Wei, by walking?" Su Ming’an looked at Lin Guang.

Lin Guang was still glaring at the teahouse owner with vengeance in his eyes. After a moment, he turned to Su Ming’an.

"Lewis, close your eyes. 1, 2, 3..."

The next moment, Su Ming’an closed his eyes, and a white light rose around him, enveloping the area.

...

[Catastrophe 102 Years · City of Measurement]

"... What is she doing again."

"... Putting on airs, truly thinks she’s a princess from a fairy tale."

At the mechanics station, Xiao Mei ignored her colleagues’ envious remarks and packed up her things to leave after work.

Ever since Councilman Atlanda had warned others about her, her work environment had gradually improved. Her superiors no longer dared to harass her openly, though idle gossip was inevitable.

... It’s okay, as long as I excel, one day they’ll understand.

She arrived home and turned on the radio. She enjoyed a history channel that often featured content related to Acto.

The light of her life, let her immerse more in his stories, even if just trivial historical fragments.

"It is said that during the Dawn War period, despite many omissions, people generally believe there was an Agent of the Deity named ’Lin Guang,’" the radio host spoke with intonation.

Xiao Mei turned on her personal terminal to finish the rest of her work.

"... This Lin Guang, his whereabouts are still unknown today, some speculate that he died in battle, others believe he chose to live in seclusion. But today, we talk about another person, Lord Yasa Acto of Acto City," the host continued.

She lifted her head, listening intently.

"... Allegedly, this Lord of Acto City had already died. What we see now is his bionic body," said the host.

Her brow furrowed.

"He died in the Catastrophe year 72, killed by humans themselves. A banner found in the relics stating ’Kill Yasa Acto, Executor,’ dates back to between the years of Catastrophe 50 and 80."

The radio host’s voice carried a hint of amusement:

"Of course, it’s just folklore, not to be taken seriously, just for fun..."

"After all."

"How could humans possibly kill their own Savior."