Chapter 1151

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Chapter 1151 New Route

Cruise Ship Restaurant.

“What do you think is the relationship between Chairwoman Ji Nian and Commander Ye?” Jiang Er floated in her seat, asking curiously.

“I don’t know.” Lin Qiye put down his chopsticks, hesitating for a moment, “Anyway, it’s probably not a romantic relationship, more like some kind of revolutionary friendship.”

“She looks about the same age as us, so when she met Commander Ye back then, she must have been just a little girl?”

“At that time, Commander Ye wasn’t even a commander yet, right?”

“Calculating the timeline, that seems about right.”

“Another story buried by history…”

After the three finished dinner, Ji Nian walked into the restaurant. The walkie-talkie she had been clutching was gone, and apart from her slightly reddened eyes, she appeared normal.

“How was dinner? Did you enjoy it?” Ji Nian asked.

“It was delicious,” An Qingyu smiled. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

Lin Qiye and the others stood up from their chairs, glanced at the time on the wall, and said:

“My spiritual power has mostly recovered, so we should head back to Great Xia… If it’s convenient, could you tell us which direction Great Xia is?”

“No need,” Ji Nian calmly shook her head.

The three of them were stunned, not understanding her meaning.

“I mean, you don’t need to fly back. We’re half a globe away from Great Xia, and your spiritual power won’t last that long,” Ji Nian continued, putting her hands in her pockets. “I’ve already ordered the ship to turn around and head toward Great Xia at full speed. You can return with us.

Don’t worry about the克系 Divine Nation situation. I’ve already spoken with your Commander Zuo on the walkie-talkie, and he’s taking action, so even if you return two days later, it won’t delay anything.”

“You’re also going to Great Xia?” Jiang Er asked in surprise.

“Yes, we have some business to attend to.”

Jiang Er and An Qingyu both turned to look at Lin Qiye, who hesitated briefly before nodding.

“That works. We’ll take this ride then.”

“From here, it takes about three days by cruise ship to reach Great Xia,” Ji Nian said, checking the time. “During this period, I have something very important to do, so I’m afraid I can’t entertain you. If you need anything, just ask the Shangxie members on board, and they’ll try their best to accommodate you.”

“Thank you.”

After leaving the restaurant, Ji Nian, wearing a white research coat, walked straight into the [Block Room]. The Knight arranged rooms for Lin Qiye and the others and led them there.

On the way, An Qingyu hesitated for a moment before asking:

“Does your Chairwoman also enjoy scientific research?”

The Knight was surprised, then shook his head and said, “The Chairwoman doesn’t do pure academic research. She prefers to tinker with weapons, vehicles, engineering structures… things like planes, cannons, missiles, sports cars, motorcycles, fighter jets… Rather than a scientist, she’s more like an enthusiast in manufacturing.”

“I see… but the things she creates are indeed very interesting.”

An Qingyu recalled the pixel-style walkie-talkie in his mind, feeling somewhat intrigued.

“These are nothing. Next time you visit [Utopia], the things there will make your jaws drop,” the Knight laughed.

…

Lin Qiye returned to his room and closed the door.

He poured a cup of hot tea, sat by the narrow porthole, and gazed at the misty fog and deep sea water outside. After a long while, he let out a deep sigh.

The experience in hell had been too dangerous. Even now, he hadn’t escaped the sense of crisis from being on the edge of life and death. Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind would fill with countless squirming red insects and that grotesque, eerie laughter.

What troubled him most was the image of Shen Qingzhu, with a pair of black wings on his back, howling in pain on the ice.

Could he endure the process of merging with hell’s origin? Would he be corrupted by the power of the fallen? How would he escape from the heart of that divine nation?

These questions weighed heavily on Lin Qiye’s mind.

Unable to sleep, Lin Qiye leaned against the window, sipping hot tea, and sank his consciousness into the Gods’ Mental Hospital in his mind.

“Place your bets! Place your bets now! You can’t bet once it starts!”

“Today I’m betting on Monkey King, two chicken legs.”

“I’m also betting on Monkey King, one pack of spicy strips!”

“Feels like King Julien really isn’t a match for Monkey King lately… I’ll bet one day’s work on Monkey King.”

“Maybe there’ll be an upset today? I’m betting on King Julien, three sunflower seeds!”

“Sorry, your bet is too small to participate.”

“???”

“…”

Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, had just walked into the courtyard when he heard the caretakers discussing excitedly.

In the courtyard, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh were already standing on opposite sides, coldly staring at each other, the killing intent in the air growing increasingly sharp.

Lin Qiye seemed to remember something and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Yes… it was indeed time for their daily fight.

It had been a long time since Lin Qiye had seen the two fight, so he decided to stand at the edge of the courtyard. Just then, Li Yifei approached, carrying a small stool in his right hand and a bag of sunflower seeds in his left.

“Seven? You’re here?”

Li Yifei spotted the white coat in the crowd, his eyes brightening as he quickly walked over and placed the small stool under Lin Qiye. “Here, sit and watch.”

“What about you?” Lin Qiye naturally sat on the stool and asked.

Li Yifei tossed the sunflower seeds to Lin Qiye and slapped the forehead of a small raccoon who was shouting about placing bets. The raccoon immediately covered his head with both paws and turned to look at Li Yifei with a pitiful expression:

“Manager Li, why did you hit me?”

“Go get me a stool.”

“Oh…”

Soon, the small raccoon brought a new stool, and Lin Qiye and Li Yifei sat down by the courtyard, cracking sunflower seeds.

“Why haven’t they started fighting yet?” Lin Qiye asked after cracking several seeds, seeing that the two in the distance hadn’t moved.

“Oh, they’re waiting for the musician.”

“?”

At the bottom of the ward building, Bragi, carrying a harp, walked proudly to the boulder at the edge of the courtyard, cleared his throat, and began to pluck the strings.

The moment the passionate music started, the two in the courtyard, as if receiving some signal, charged toward each other. Gold and purple light erupted violently but was contained within by the defensive magic array at the edge of the courtyard, not leaking out at all.

Bragi’s harp seemed to possess a certain magic that stirred everyone’s emotions, gradually intensifying the atmosphere.

The caretakers who had placed bets waited at the edge of the courtyard, their hearts in their throats. Even Lin Qiye, cracking sunflower seeds on the side, felt a long-forgotten surge of excitement.

He watched the battle in the courtyard intently for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Why do I feel like… Gilgamesh is having a harder and harder time?”