The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

On the other side, in Lanhe City, at Lanhe No. 1 Middle School.

In the corridor on the third floor of the teaching building, the afternoon sun shines obliquely through the windows, cutting the tiles on the ground into a grid of light and dark.

Several girls were gathered around the railing in the corridor, chatting excitedly. Their conversation ranged from tomorrow's martial arts exam to the latest milk tea.

But in the classroom on the third floor, away from the hustle and bustle, a girl with a neat high ponytail looked at her best friend, who was quiet and had a slightly melancholic air about her.

"Xiaojing, are you really not going to prepare for the martial arts exam?"

"The higher-ups really value military science, which is evident from all aspects of their policies."

"Even if it's too late this year, there's still a chance next year."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing first nodded, then shook her head.

Her bangs had grown quite long, covering half of her eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Never mind, Umaru." Her voice was soft and calm. "I tried practicing that new version of radio calisthenics. I'm progressing very slowly."

"I spent a week just learning the first lesson and still didn't fully understand it."

"I remember you learned the first two lessons in just three days, right, Umaru?"

She looked up at Lin Xinmai, then paused before speaking.

"Besides, studying literature is also a good thing."

"I'm not that tired yet."

Lin Xinmai, standing to the side, sounded a little more anxious than before, and hurriedly said, "There's still a chance, Xiaojing!"

"I learned so quickly because I drank the medicinal soup made from the prescription that came with the radio calisthenics set!"

At this moment, another girl with a ponytail and wearing a martial arts uniform also came over.

Her ponytail was higher and tighter than Lin Xin's, her forehead was smooth and full, and her face carried the competence and confidence unique to martial artists.

"That prescription was indeed very effective."

"It can save martial arts beginners a lot of time."

She paused, her gaze falling on Wu Jing's face: "Wu Jing, if you need, I can send you a few portions."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing simply shook her head.

"Thank you, but never mind, Xia Yu."

Hearing this, Xia Yu added, her tone more explanatory: "This is just mutual help between classmates, it has nothing to do with your brother—"

"That's enough!"

Wu Jing's voice suddenly rose by half an octave.

"I said I don't need it, and that means I don't need it!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm.

After saying that, she got up and left her seat, walking out of the classroom. Her slender figure stretched long in the light and shadow of the corridor before turning a corner and disappearing at the bottom of the stairs.

Lin Xinmai, who was left behind, glanced at Xia Yu beside her.

She sighed, lowering her voice slightly: "Sigh, even if you want to help her, you shouldn't mention her brother."

Xia Yu was somewhat slow to realize this at the time.

Her mouth was slightly open, and a small knot appeared between her brows.

"Although Wu Jing's family situation has improved somewhat, those medicinal herbs are still not cheap..."

She wanted to say something more, but in the end she just sighed and admitted her mistake: "It's my fault, I spoke too quickly."

Lin Xinmai and Xia Yu stared at the classroom door, but all they could think of was the boy with the long cloth bag.

The three of them were classmates, and through communication with each other, they naturally learned of the existence of the boy named Wu You.

This was the first time Xia Yu had realized that the handsome and calm boy was actually the older brother of her classmate.

Lin Xinmai learned from Xia Yu that Wu Jing's brother, Wu You, was a master swordsman.

The image of the person who had saved her twice, the figure carrying a sword, unconsciously surfaced in her mind.

In addition, the place where he was rescued was near Lanxing Community, where Wu Jing's family lived.

Moreover, she had also met Wu Jing's brother, and his back view looked remarkably similar to that of the man.

All the details match up perfectly; there's no such coincidence in the world!

This finally confirmed Lin Xinmai's suspicions about the person in the back.

But both of them thought of the news they had received about the "disappearance".

Lin Xinmai and Xia Yu exchanged a glance, understanding each other's thoughts.

After a moment of silence, Lin Xinmai finally spoke: "Never mind, let Xiaojing have some peace and quiet."

"She was also feeling bad."

"If we go there now, it might actually upset her."

Then, she paused, and changed the subject: "How are your preparations for tomorrow's martial arts exam going?"

Xia Yu nodded: "I reached the 'combat' level a few days ago, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Congratulations," Lin Xinmai said.

"And what about you?"

Lin Xinmai shook her head, a bitter smile on her lips: "I don't have that many qi-nourishing and blood-tonifying soups to drink. I haven't reached the 'combat' level yet."

"But it should be close, I don't know if it will pass this time."

"Then I wish you all the best tomorrow."

After Xia Yu finished speaking, she turned and left. Her footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Thank you," Lin Xin said, looking in the direction where there was no one left.

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, on the school's rooftop.

Wu Jing, with her long, slightly disheveled black hair and somewhat gloomy demeanor, stood by the railing.

Her high school uniform clung to her body in the wind, outlining her thin and slightly slender figure.

If Wu You were here, he would be greatly surprised—because Wu Jing's gloomy temperament at this moment was exactly the same as the gloomy temperament he had when he first transmigrated.

On the rooftop, Wu Jing lowered her head slightly, letting her overly long bangs cover half of her eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in them.

The wind passed through her hair, blowing the fine black strands up and down.

Her fingers gripped the railing, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Snap. Snap.

Although her expression was unclear, one could hear the faint sound of salty, glistening drops sliding down her cheeks and landing on the concrete floor of the rooftop.

A moment later, she reached out and hastily wiped her face a couple of times.

The movement was rough, as if it were erasing something that shouldn't exist.

She looked up and gazed at the city that had just been rebuilt.

He muttered to himself, "To be missing is so painful."

"That's absolutely outrageous."

Then she turned and left, leaving only faint echoes of "if," "hope," and "come back" on the rooftop.

A moment later, those sounds, mixed with a hint of saltiness, were completely absorbed by the passing wind and carried away to who knows where.

. . . . . .

Outside the Jiuli Base in Yunshang Province.

Boom boom boom—

On the helipad, the rotor of a helicopter was spinning rapidly, and the airflow it generated blew dust from the ground into the air.

Wu You carried a rather large box upstairs.

Then, the helicopter took off.

The Jiuli base outside the window grew smaller and smaller in his field of vision. The gray buildings changed from blocks of building blocks to small gray patches, and then to a blurry dot on the horizon.

The helicopter flew towards the Lan River.