Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

Jiang Jiu hummed in agreement: "I am Jiang Jiu. Are only the two of you getting off the train this time?"

"No, Uncle Yang and Danheng are also here."

On March 7th, he suddenly remembered the important matter: "Oh right, Danheng and Uncle Yang were talking to a leader who was mourning the actors up ahead, and they told us to wait here. We ended up here instead..."

"What leader?"

March 7th thought for a moment: "It seems to be called... Fu Ruo? A woman, wearing a mask that is half crying and half laughing, speaking slowly, which sounds rather unpleasant."

Hei Ta glanced at Jiang Jiu.

Jiang Jiu nodded and asked, "How long have they been talking?"

“It’s been a while,” March 7th said. “Uncle Yang seems quite interested in those things about mourning actors, and Danheng is with him.”

Jiang Jiu nodded and looked at the black tower: "Let's go take a look."

As for Jiang Jiu, the adventures they experienced here were none of his concern.

Having come this far, there aren't many problems ahead, and they're all problems that can be answered in one go.

Why can't I escape?

After all, with the Star Train around, if Burning Wind really just happened to encounter the train crew, couldn't he just take the train and run away?

This isn't Onphalus; leaving isn't that difficult.

The answer seems simpler: why couldn't they escape, or were they unable to escape? Was it the star core? Or was the Furyong's target the Star Train, destined for instant death upon encounter? Or perhaps...

What is blocking their way?

The chances are slim. It wouldn't be a good thing to get yourself caught in the crossfire because the train crew is so kind and helpful.

The group walked forward along the building with its shimmering glass stripes.

Along the way, I encountered many people: crying and singing, performing, masked and motionless wooden puppets, weeping while reciting poems and composing music, all sorts of random things coming together.

Looking at the scene on the road, March 7th couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Staying in this place for too long can really make you depressed..."

Xing didn't feel anything.

Jiang Jiu tilted his head and asked, "Hei Ta, have you studied the mourning actors?"

Hei Ta walked beside Jiang Jiu, his gaze sweeping over the performers, and casually remarked, "Mourning performers belong to the pleasure faction, yet their minds are filled with sorrow. Studying them is a complete waste of time."

"What, you're interested in them?"

Jiang Jiu shook his head: "No, I was just asking."

Not far away, the group finally spotted Danheng and Walter.

The two stood in front of a small stage, on which sat a woman wearing a mask.

Her mask was half-crying and half-smiling, with the smiling half deliberately made very faint, almost invisible. From a distance, it looked like only half of her face was crying.

Fu Ruo.

She sat under a pale white lamp, holding a strangely shaped musical instrument in her hands. When she gently plucked the strings with her fingertips, strangely, no sound was produced.

Seeing Jiang Jiu and the others approaching, she stopped what she was doing and slightly raised her head.

"More guests have arrived... This stage of mourning hasn't been this lively in a long time."

Black Tower crossed his arms and said softly, "The God of Music never hesitates to bless mourners, so all mourners will at least have the strength of a Destiny Walker. Be careful."

Jiang Jiu paused for two seconds, then looked at the black tower: "...What should I be careful about?"

The Black Tower also paused for two seconds.

Okay...it seems like I really don't have any good ideas.

"...Be careful not to accidentally harm ordinary people who haven't embarked on their destiny."

Jiang Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

Walter Yang turned around, saw Jiang Jiu and Black Tower, and paused for a moment: "Lord Shi Jin, Lady Black Tower?"

Jiang Jiu was not surprised that Uncle Yang knew him, after all, the commotion he had caused before was not small, and almost everyone in the world with a little power knew about it.

In addition, the Star Train seemed to have offered support and assistance, but whether it actually helped in any way was something to ask the company, which Jiang Jiu did not inquire about.

Dan Heng stiffened slightly, but still nodded to Jiang Jiu.

Jiang Jiu glanced back, but his gaze was fixed on Walter's hand.

He was holding a small mask in his hand.

The mask, half-crying and half-laughing, was quite similar to the one Fu Ruo wore.

Jiang Jiu thought for two seconds, somewhat curious.

So when the train crew came to the Glazed Light Belt, was it Uncle Yang who was strengthened?

Chapter 211 It's Too Late

"Uncle Yang, may I take a look at this mask?"

Walter Yang was surprised that Jiang Jiu would call him Uncle Yang. After a slight pause, he handed over the mask: "Of course, please."

On March 7th, she leaned close to Uncle Yang and whispered, "Uncle Yang, are you very familiar with this Jiang Jiu? You just gave it to him like that?"

"We don't know each other, and the only reason they're giving it to me is because I wanted it."

Jiang Jiu calmly continued what March 7 had said.

March 7th's eyes widened in an instant: "You...you...how did you hear that?!"

Dan Heng rubbed his temples helplessly: "Shi Jin... Your Excellency is a Commander, even if you speak in the softest voice, he can probably still hear you..."

"Jiang Jiu? Shi Jin? Oh!! You're the one who recently...!"

March 7th's mouth was covered until she solemnly nodded, indicating that she would not speak carelessly, before it was released.

Jiang Jiu's thoughts were not on March 7th and Dan Heng.

He stared at the mask for a moment, then looked up at Walter Yang seriously: "Uncle Yang, where did this come from?"

Walter glanced at the mask in Jiang Jiu's hand, then at Fu Ruo.

"It was given by Ms. Fu Ruo, who said it was... a gift to mourn the actors. What's wrong?"

Fu Ruo nodded.

“Yes… a gift…” She gently plucked the instrument in her arms, but still no sound came out. “Everyone who steps onto the stage of mourning can take away a mask. Wear it, and you can see… things that others cannot see.”

March 7th paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "What did you see?"

Fu Ruo looked at her, her eyes peeking out from the holes in the mask carrying an emotion that was almost one of pity.

"See what you have lost."

March 7th's expression froze for a moment.

Xing didn't react much, but asked seriously, "Can it be used to find things? I lost a sock on the space station last time, and I couldn't find it even after searching three systems."

Fu Ruo: "......"

Jiang Jiu: "..."

Dan Heng, quick as a flash, grabbed one person with each hand, pulling Xing with his left hand and San Yueqi with his right, and said directly, "...Uncle Yang, we have something to do first, you two talk first."

Walter Young pushed up his glasses: "Be careful."

After the three little ones left, Jiang Jiu decided to cut to the chase. He shook the mask and looked at the woman whose name he couldn't remember: "Are you sure... everyone who steps onto the stage of the mourning performer can take away a mask of this quality?"

Fu Ruo paused for two seconds: "Yes."

"Oh."

Jiang Jiu hummed in agreement, and with a flick of his finger, the mask was flipped over. The power of the Joyful Destiny appeared through the mask, and Fu Ruo's figure flashed, barely dodging Jiang Jiu's probing attack.

The mask on her face was meant to make her look like she was crying, but her whole body was laughing.

The instrument in her hand was turned sideways, and it actually looked like a... hammer.

"Hahahaha~ Interesting, interesting. You managed to be discovered? Was my acting not convincing enough?" Fu Ruo glanced at the mask in Jiang Jiu's hand and tilted her head. "So you're clearly the Masked Fool too. Why expose me? Wouldn't it be better to act together?"

Jiang Jiu: "..."

Very good, he is now suspected of being involved with various forces.

"I'm the Goddess of Joy, didn't I just get this mask from Uncle Yang?"

"Then why would the God of Joy look at you?" Fu Ruo asked in return.

"Then why haven't you seen the God of Music looking at you?" Jiang Jiu asked with genuine curiosity, adding, "You're not some messenger who's disliked by the God of Music, are you?"

Fu Ruo paused for a moment, then smiled.

It wasn't the kind of mournful, sorrowful laughter that comes from mourning a performer; quite the opposite, it was a wild, unrestrained laugh, as if it wanted the whole universe to hear it.

"Hahahahaha—!"

She laughed wildly, casually removing the mask from her face to reveal the lower half of her young face.

Completely different from the sorrowful image she portrayed on the mask, she had curved eyebrows and upturned lips, looking every bit the entertainer who loved watching the drama unfold.

"An unpopular envoy? Interesting, very interesting! I've been pretending to be a mourning actor for three years, and you're the first one to see through it at a glance, and the first one to dare to talk back to me like this!"

Jiang Jiu looked at her, his expression unchanged.

"It's boring."

Fu Ru blinked: "Boring? Why is it boring? It won't be long before a Masked Fool becomes the leader of the Mourning Actors~ Do you think the people here will cry themselves to death after I succeed?"

"After pretending for so long, are you really just pretending, or have you already accepted it but are unwilling to admit it?" Black Tower added insult to injury, not caring much about the guy's reaction.

She looked at Jiang Jiu, completely ignoring the masked fool, and asked directly, "So what is this mask?"

"The mask is fine."

"What do you mean by 'no problem'?" Walter Young asked.

"Literally, it is a mask for mourning actors, with some joyful blessings, but its use is somewhat restrictive."

Jiang Jiu paused for two seconds, then handed the mask back.