Chapter 1821
by 林方方Chapter 1821 Zhou Ping’s Threat
An Qingyu calmly said, “Purpose? I’m the same as you, we’re both locked up in here.”
“Hehe, is that so?”
The two stood on opposite sides of the hospital room door, staring at each other, as the air fell into dead silence.
Just as An Qingyu was about to say something more, his gaze suddenly froze, turning to look toward the end of the corridor where a figure in a white coat was slowly approaching from the distance.
“What are you doing?” Lin Qiye asked.
An Qingyu glanced at [Chaos], “Nothing.”
“It seems our [Key to the Door] is also curious about my immortal body…” [Chaos] said with a smirk, speaking leisurely, “Actually, if you just take two hundred pills every day like me, you could also become immortal and indestructible. Want to try?”
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept over [Chaos] and An Qingyu, his brows slightly furrowing.
He lifted a finger,
Bang—!
The door to Room 5 slammed shut, nearly hitting [Chaos] who was standing behind it.
With a soft click, the door locked again. Amid [Chaos]’s angry curses, Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu and slowly said:
“Don’t communicate with him, understand?”
An Qingyu glanced at the closed door without saying anything.
“Come with me,” Lin Qiye turned to leave.
“Go? Where to?”
“To see the teacher.”
An Qingyu froze in place.
…
Whirr whirr whirr—
The sun had already sunk into the earth, and deep blue-black had spread across the entire sky,
The roar of a helicopter came from the distance.
The cabin door opened, and Shen Qingzhu, holding takeout in one hand and white liquor in the other, landed lightly on the desert.
He gave the pilot a signal, and the helicopter slowly ascended, disappearing at the edge of the sky.
Without a cloak or a knife, today’s Shen Qingzhu wore simple casual clothes, clean and neat, like a guest who had traveled far to attend a banquet.
He walked to the door of the Sword Hut and knocked lightly twice. Zhou Ping’s voice came from inside:
“Come in.”
Shen Qingzhu pushed open the door and entered. A fire stove was spreading warm red light inside the room. Zhou Ping and Lin Qiye were already sitting by the stove, and their eyes lit up when they saw him enter.
“How was it? Did you get it?” Lin Qiye asked.
“Waited forty minutes, but I got it.”
Shen Qingzhu put down the takeout bag, releasing an intoxicating aroma of food that stimulated everyone’s appetite.
Zhou Ping licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the food. For years he had been in seclusion here, eating mostly dry rations. This kind of homely food aroma was something he hadn’t experienced for a long time.
“By the way, where’s An Qingyu?” Shen Qingzhu asked curiously. “Didn’t you say you were bringing him too?”
Lin Qiye turned to look at Zhou Ping, his gaze carrying a questioning meaning.
“Yes, let him join us,” Zhou Ping nodded. “Don’t worry, with me here, he can’t escape.”
“That’s good.”
With Zhou Ping’s confirmation, the void behind Lin Qiye immediately began to distort, and the outline of a figure in black quickly took shape.
Seeing this black figure, Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes but continued unpacking the takeout without speaking.
An Qingyu stood dazed by the fire stove, looking at Zhou Ping and Shen Qingzhu sitting cross-legged on the ground, momentarily lost.
“This is…”
Zhou Ping looked at him for a moment, patted the ground beside him, and said gently, “Sit down, join me for a meal.”
After a patient’s treatment progress reaches 50%, Lin Qiye can take them out of the hospital. Since Zhou Ping had given his word, there was no need to worry about An Qingyu escaping, so he brought him directly.
A complex emotion flashed through An Qingyu’s gray eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he obediently sat down.
Zhou Ping certainly knew about An Qingyu’s situation, but he wasn’t good with words and didn’t know where to start with persuasion… he could only look to Lin Qiye for help.
Lin Qiye kept his eyes on An Qingyu, afraid he might make a move to escape.
An Qingyu silently looked down at the fire stove, saying nothing.
Four figures surrounded the fire stove, their shadows dancing on the wall with the firelight. The small Sword Hut felt somewhat crowded, yet somehow distant…
Snap—
Shen Qingzhu put down the takeout, a complex knot still firmly securing the plastic bag.
After a brief silence, he slowly said:
“I can’t open it.”
Lin Qiye: …
“Can’t we just cut it open?” Zhou Ping blinked, as hungry growls came from his stomach.
“Cutting it might spill the food, and it would be hard to put back later,” Shen Qingzhu answered seriously, then turned his head. “Seven, do you know how to open it?”
“…No,” Lin Qiye answered decisively.
Zhou Ping also seemed to guess something. “Actually, I’m not very good at it either…”
The Sword Hut fell into dead silence again.
After some time, An Qingyu raised his head and opened his mouth:
“I… can try?”
Without another word, Shen Qingzhu pushed the takeout in front of An Qingyu, who lightly flicked his finger, and the knot came undone.
“Impressive,” Shen Qingzhu said flatly.
“Mm,” Lin Qiye agreed.
An Qingyu: …
“I remember when I first taught you in the warehouse, it was always Qingyu who unpacked the takeout,” Zhou Ping smoothly introduced a topic.
“…But didn’t we always eat the meals you cooked? When did we ever order takeout?”
An Qingyu’s expression was somewhat strange.
“Oh, then I must be remembering wrong.”
“…”
Lin Qiye couldn’t help but hold his head in his hands. They had originally planned to try to persuade An Qingyu to surrender, but now the atmosphere was so awkward that he wanted to flee… In any case, this opening was a complete disaster.
Zhou Ping seemed to realize this too and gave up trying to make small talk. While unpacking chopsticks, he casually spoke directly:
“Qingyu, give up Cthulhu… Stay in Great Xia. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. Otherwise…”
Snap—
Zhou Ping accidentally broke the chopsticks in his hand into two pieces.
After a moment of silence, he continued, “Otherwise, I’ll cut you down.”
An Qingyu’s hand, which was about to serve rice, trembled, and he froze in place.
After so many years, Zhou Ping’s way of threatening people was still so unexpected…
A faint sword intent emanated from Zhou Ping’s body. Sitting beside him, An Qingyu felt a chill lingering around his neck, as if his head might be separated from his body at any moment.
For a moment, the hand serving rice could neither advance nor retreat.
The small Sword Hut once again sank into a deep quagmire.