I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 687: The Drift of Jialan

Zuo Qing raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps they don’t need to hold their breath?”

Wu Xiangnan was stunned in place.

“If they don’t breathe, how can they survive?”

“Maybe you’ll understand when you meet someone.”

As Zuo Qing finished speaking, the office door was pushed open again, and a figure draped in a deep blue Han robe slowly walked in. A red cord tied her long black hair, which hung down her back, and she held a slender black box in her hand, the contents of which were unknown.

“This is…” Wu Xiangnan looked at the girl in front of him, somewhat confused.

“Member of the Fifth Special Team, Jialan,” Zuo Qing smiled and said. “Two months ago, she landed on the coast of the Eastern Sea of Daxia. She startled the night watchmen stationed there, and after verifying her identity, she made her way here.”

“Sorry for the trouble,” Jialan said, holding the black box, looking a bit apologetic.

“How could this be a trouble? If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have known what happened to the Fifth Special Team that day,” Zuo Qing shook his head. “According to Jialan’s description, the attackers might be from the future, the 004 Special Team, led by the captain of the [Mask] Team, Wang Mian. However, we have already discussed this matter with him, and he is unaware of it.

If that person really stopped the time of the Fifth Special Team members, all their physiological responses would pause, and they wouldn’t need to breathe in the currents, thus avoiding any life-threatening danger.

This is also why we dared to place our guess about their location hundreds of kilometers away.”

Upon hearing this explanation, Wu Xiangnan seemed to ponder.

Jialan couldn’t help but ask, “Commander Zuo, is it true that you’ve found their location?”

Her eyes were filled with urgency and excitement.

More than two years ago, after that white-haired figure sent her flying in the misty sea, she fell into an unfamiliar ocean.

Jialan’s own time had stopped, not changing with the passage of external time, so she didn’t fall into a time-stopped state like the other team members. Perhaps this was also why that person deliberately scattered her from the other team members.

Fortunately, she had the protection of [Immortal], so even without breathing or eating underwater, she wouldn’t face life-threatening danger. She drifted in the sea for over ten days before finally stepping onto an island.

In the mist, she couldn’t discern direction and could only use the limited materials on the island to make a small boat, drifting alone in the fog.

And this drift lasted for two years.

During these two years, she had set foot on countless islands and seas, slaying countless “mysteries” alone in the mist, and was defeated by even more powerful “mysteries,” falling back into the sea…

She had once found a continent, but it was not Daxia; it was a strange land that had already become a ruin. The documents she found there were all written in strange characters resembling crawling insects. Jialan felt these characters were somewhat familiar because, during the Han Dynasty, she had seen a letter sent from a small country in a remote area in the palace, which seemed to use this kind of writing… If she remembered correctly, that country was called Weiman Chao Xian.

Using the map she had seen during the Han Dynasty, Jialan tried hard to recall the location of this small country, determined a direction, and set sail again.

Finally, two months ago, she entered the territory of Daxia.

For her, loneliness and confusion were not the most terrifying things; she had once lain alone in a coffin for two thousand years. Compared to that, two years were just a fleeting moment… But she felt an unprecedented torment.

Perhaps it was because the people she cared about were uncertain of their fate, and the urgency and worry in her heart felt so small in the vast mist.

She didn’t know how many oars she had broken, how many sails she had ruined, or how many boats she had worn out… all just to return to his side faster, but reality left her disappointed and desperate time and again.

No one knew how many times she had cried alone on the boat over the past two years, how many times she had helplessly roared at the powerful “mysteries,” and how many times she had sunk into the deep sea, yearning for the arrival of reunion in the endless darkness…

After returning to Daxia, she discovered that Lin Qiye and the others had not returned, and even the night watchmen were searching for their whereabouts.

Zuo Qing assured her that they would definitely find them, so she stayed behind, waiting for news.

And today, Zuo Qing told her that he might have found their whereabouts.

“Although we can’t be completely sure yet, it’s highly probable that they drifted near Japan along the current,” Zuo Qing replied. “It’s a bit risky for Wu Xiangnan to go to Japan alone, so I want you to…”

“I’ll go!” Before Zuo Qing could finish, Jialan interjected firmly, “I must go!”

Seeing Jialan so determined, Zuo Qing didn’t continue but nodded. “Then this time, the two of you will act together. Once you reach near Japan, people from the Xie Society will contact you. Your task is to find Takamagahara and locate the ‘Human Circle’…

And bring back the Fifth Special Team.”

After saying this, Zuo Qing thought for a moment and continued, “If you find them, remember not to involve them in this vortex. This matter involves conflicts between divine nations, and it’s not something a newly promoted special team can meddle in. Let them return directly to report.”

“Understood.” Jialan could hardly wait to set off.

“But, Commander Zuo,” Wu Xiangnan hesitated to speak, “there’s only one token. How can the two of us navigate through the mist?”

Zuo Qing glanced at Jialan and smiled, “Don’t worry, she… doesn’t need such things.”

…

Japan.

Hokkaido.

Two figures stood beside the Shinkansen, gazing at the city before them and the vast blue ocean in the distance, taking a deep breath.

“The environment here is quite nice,” Lin Qiye remarked.

“Yes,” Ayumi Haruhiko nodded slightly. “Hokkaido is inherently a beautiful and tranquil place, where you can quietly contemplate life…”

Boom—!!

Before Ayumi Haruhiko could finish, a thunderous explosion erupted from afar, shaking the ground violently, and thick smoke rose from the distance.

Ayumi Haruhiko’s expression froze.

Lin Qiye looked at him with a strange expression, “What were you going to quietly contemplate? Survival or death?”

“I’ve said it before, Hokkaido hasn’t been peaceful lately; it wasn’t like this before,” Ayumi Haruhiko shrugged.

“The explosion seems to be at a shrine,” Lin Qiye glanced from afar. “It looks quite large.”

“That has nothing to do with us. Our goal is to repair the sword, not to join the commotion,” Ayumi Haruhiko said calmly. “Let’s go, grab a taxi.”

Just as Lin Qiye was about to step forward, he suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look at the glass sliding door behind him, which clearly reflected their two figures.

“What’s wrong?” Ayumi Haruhiko asked.

“I don’t know…” Lin Qiye replied uncertainly. “I think I just saw a shadow flash by.”

Ayumi Haruhiko looked around but didn’t see anyone unusual. “It seems there’s no one else here. Let’s go grab a taxi.”