Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

the other side.

Mo Zian stepped out of the deputy commander's mansion and flagged down a carriage—the ether carriage was certainly comfortable, but it cost twice as much.

"Hello, where are you going?" the driver asked warmly.

Mo Zian took out a slip of paper and read it aloud: "No. 2, Changhai Road, Qingwa Street".

"Guihai Compound?" The coachman looked at Mo Zian with some surprise.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"No, no," the driver waved his hand. "Hold on tight, we'll be there soon... Giddy up!"

The carriage quickly left Weirong Street and turned onto an exceptionally bustling commercial street, whose prosperity even surpassed that of the central street area of ​​Guangwu City.

"Master, what place is this? It's very bustling." Mo Zian asked through the carriage window.

"Oh, this place is Rongfa Street," the driver said loudly. "Rongfa Street is three lanes wide and three lanes long, you can find all kinds of things here!"

The driver, as if he'd started talking non-stop, said, "If you go any further over there, you'll reach Racecourse Street. That's where the racetracks, casinos, and brothels are located..."

Especially with the last word, the driver's emotions seemed to rise, and even his tone changed.

Mo Zian listened to the driver's monologue about the local customs and culture of Tianhe Port, and the journey wasn't too boring.

Soon, after the carriage made several turns, it arrived at a place full of green tiles and high walls. This place was very different from Rongfa Street, which had just been bustling. The other was unusually quiet.

Once inside, even the coachman became much quieter.

The carriage wheels clattered on the wide bluestone road, the sound echoing between the high walls covered with green plants such as ivy, creating a very subtle resonance.

"Whoa—"

The carriage stopped in front of an extremely tall courtyard gate. Mo Zian paid the fare and looked up at the huge plaque above the gate—"Return to the Sea."

Mo Zian knocked on the door, and a doorman poked his head out, quickly glanced at Mo Zian, and then bowed slightly and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"May I ask, sir, what brings you to my humble abode?"

Mo Zian smiled and handed over a visiting card, saying, "Please inform them."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The doorman took the visiting card and slammed the door shut.

After about the time it takes to drink a few cups of tea, two footsteps sounded at the door, and the door opened again, with a man who looked like a butler coming out.

"Young sir, my master has caught a cold today and is not feeling well, so he is not fit to receive guests." The butler cupped his hands in greeting to Mo Zian. "My master said that he asked me to call an ether carriage for you, so as to save you some trouble walking."

"It's alright."

Mo Zian smiled slightly, as if he had expected this situation where he was told to "get out of here by taxi." "I have only come to deliver some things to my master today."

As he spoke, Mo Zian took out a plain square box and an envelope. "In that case, please pass these items on to me. I will not trouble you any further."

Without saying a word, Mo Zian shoved the things into the arms of the doorman, then turned and strode away, disappearing around the corner not far away.

......

Inside the courtyard.

"Master, that young officer has left." The butler entered the main hall and respectfully addressed an elderly man. "He left some things behind."

"Things? Gifts? Throw them away," said an elderly man with white hair who was looking at an account book without even lifting his eyelids.

"Sir, this doesn't look like a gift," the butler said.

The old man put down the account book. "Let me take a look."

The old man first opened the undecorated box, inside which was a pistol that had been disassembled into small, irreparable parts, and an instruction manual.

"United Frontiers - Zhenlong Brand [Martial Attendant] Military Handgun..."

The old man opened the envelope and found no letters inside, only a black and white photograph.

In the photo, a composed and refined man and a spirited woman with an expressionless face sit side by side on a grand chair, with a little girl with her hair in a topknot making a very quirky pose between them.

Behind the man stood a handsome young military officer with a smile on his face and one hand resting on the back of the chair.

The old man's expression became complex the moment he saw the photo, containing dejection, anger, relief... and a trace of undeniable jealousy.

outside.

Following his memory of where he came from, Mo Zian left the Qingwa District, checked the time, and hailed a carriage.

"Master, go to the Temple of the Night God in the northern suburbs."

"Are you talking about that big black stone temple?" the driver asked.

Mo Zian recalled Han Dafu's description and nodded, "Yes, that's right."

......

Northern suburbs.

The carriage stopped in front of a pebbly path. The path was difficult for the carriage to navigate, so Mo Zian paid the fare and decided to walk up the mountain.

I encountered a few fellow travelers on the road, but most of them looked unwell—they were obviously sick.

Mo Zian walked at a decent pace and soon saw a magnificent black stone building in the distance—indeed, it was almost identical in style to the old underground temple in the Northwest.

Mo Zian neither speculated about the origin of the building nor was surprised.

Whether it's the Salia of the so-called "Night Temple" or the Sari of the "Radiant Church," as far as we know, they both originated from the Elven races, only belonging to different branches.

As they drew closer, the temple doors opened, revealing several patients being treated by people dressed in blue robes.

The blue robes these people wore were very old, and most of them had been starched until they turned white.

These blue-robed priests all seemed very busy and didn't talk much. None of them came up to pay attention to Mo Zi'an, so Mo Zi'an slowly walked into the main hall.

The main hall was dimly lit, and the decor appeared solemn, simple, and old.

After passing several rows of benches with obvious cracks and peeling paint, Mo Zian stood at the end of the main hall under the glowing statue.

"Quick, not here, get out!" After being silent for many days, a voice came from Mo Zian's consciousness again.

"Are you planning to wake up?"

Looking at the faceless goddess statue before him, Mo Zian thought to himself, "Don't you think you look quite like this statue?"

"I have no connection with Him!" the voice within my consciousness immediately retorted. "I have a mouth, does He?"

Mo Zian was taken aback; this thing was right...

But he still asked, "Are you sure there's absolutely no connection?"

"Of course, just like soil and soul... Alright, please go, I'm begging you, I feel so uncomfortable in this place." There was even a hint of pleading in the other person's voice.

"Alright, in that case, let's talk again sometime."

"it is good."

Upon hearing the other party's agreement, Mo Zian took out two silver dollars from his pocket and was about to put them into the offering box in front of the statue.

Just then, a voice stopped Mo Zian.

"Young man, wait a moment."