Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The white ghost behind her suddenly pulled off the white cloth covering her body, revealing a handsome young face.

The boy had short brown hair and a gentle demeanor, which seemed out of place in the cold and gloomy environment of the cemetery.

At this moment, the boy named Bison gripped his shield tightly and stared warily at Qi Yan.

Mostima didn't rush to make any move. Her gaze casually swept over Graytail Master, clearly recognizing this subordinate of the Rat King. A strange look flashed in her eyes.

Mostima hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you one of the Rat King's men?"

"No, I'm working hard to make the Rat King my man." Qi Yan smiled brightly.

The three people present fell silent at the same time.

Finally, it was Graytail Incense Master who broke the silence and explained:

"This is Mr. Qi Yan, a guest of the Rat King. We are currently burying someone in the cemetery... In short, we are burying someone, and we mean no harm to you two... uh... I think so."

Halfway through his explanation, Ashtail Incense Master realized that he himself didn't understand the situation at all, resulting in a futile attempt to explain.

However, his efforts were not in vain; at least he helped Mostima successfully find out Qi Yan's name.

"You're Qi Yan?"

Mostima's blue eyes locked onto Qi Yan, clearly filled with curiosity: "I've heard of your name. You're strong, resourceful, and unique."

However, I remember you currently belong to Rhodes Island, and Rhodes Island and Lungmen don't have a harmonious relationship. Why are you here?

Qi Yan chuckled and said, "Then you don't know enough. Besides being an operator of Rhodes Island, I am also a member of Reunion Movement and a soldier of the Ursus Group Army."

Next, I'm planning to join the Mudrock Squad in Wolumonde, but before that, I'll probably be incarcerated at Mansfield Prison in Columbia. Would you be interested in being my cellmate?

Mostima fell silent again.

She thought that with the two staffs behind her, she would have had most of her emotions worn away by time and would be able to remain calm in the face of change.

But now, having only met Qi Yan for the first time, and within just five minutes, she was already somewhat at a loss.

Chapter 138 Counterattack Against Qi Yan

A subtle fluctuation, imperceptible to others, emanated from Mostima's staff.

Mostima seemed to have heard something, and his emotions gradually calmed down. Then he gave Qi Yan a deep look.

Qi Yan also noticed that fluctuation.

Unfortunately, the fluctuations seemed to be encrypted, and apart from Mostima himself, even if Qi Yan could sense them, he would not be able to know the information within them.

While Mostima was scrutinizing him, Qi Yan was also curiously looking at the two staffs.

He knew the information about the two staffs.

The two staffs, one black and one white, are named Black Lock and White Key respectively, and each contains a deity.

To be precise, it is a fragment of a god, a fragment of a god who holds the power over time.

"Good evening." Qi Yan greeted the staff with a smile, "Although you may not have a sense of day and night."

"...He said, you have made the right decision."

Mostima became a mouth double, helping Qi Yan communicate with the god in the staff.

Qi Yan understood that what the other party was referring to was that he had no right to choose.

However, Qi Yan wasn't going to talk about this topic; instead, he was more focused on something else.

"Why do you all have friends to chat with? Talulah has a black worm, and you have a bubble that looks like a Cthulhu Outer God with you. Skadi... oh, that doesn't count. If that thing actually came out, my Skadi would die."

Qi Yan looked around and tentatively asked, "Da Bai, did you hear my complaint?"

The cemetery was completely silent, with no response except for the gentle night breeze.

Qi Yan couldn't help but click his tongue softly.

Mostima was increasingly unable to understand Qi Yan's thought process.

This guy, just like the rumors said, was crazy and seemed like a lunatic.

"Were you here waiting for me on purpose?"

Mostima decided to take the initiative to steer the conversation.

"Not entirely." Qi Yan smiled. "I'm waiting for many more people, and you're just one of them."

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

As Qi Yan finished speaking, Mostima's pupils contracted slightly.

Bison, standing behind her, reacted instinctively, immediately raising his shield and nervously shielding Mostima.

Qi Yan chuckled as he watched Bai Song's actions.

"Young Master, there's no need to be so nervous. Even if I were to take action, it's not your place to stop me."

I have no intention of getting involved in this conflict in Longmen that revolves around you. Wei Yanwu wants to purge the unruly people within Longmen. The Rat King and the Great Emperor respect the rules set by Wei Yanwu. Your father wants a share of the spoils.

The struggle for power is always accompanied by noise, yet everyone adheres to those strange rules. I don't like it, so I don't participate.

Bison was clearly stunned.

He knew some of the information Qi Yan revealed, but clearly not much.

Tonight, he was supposed to go to Penguin Logistics to learn about the experience and systems of other logistics companies, as his father had instructed. This fulfilled his desire to become a messenger, so he readily agreed.

But on the way to Penguin Logistics with the butler, they were inexplicably attacked by a gang.

He felt as if he had been swept into a turbulent river, being robbed by Penguin Logistics employees and the gangsters.

Shooting, car chases, explosions, falling from a great height—he experienced more thrills tonight than in the first half of his life combined.

"So, all of this was arranged by my father?" Bison asked.

“Your father doesn’t have that much ability. He just took advantage of the situation to put you in there. As for how much you can gain, that’s up to you.”

Qi Yan's words left Bai Song somewhat bewildered.

Qi Yan spoke very frankly, explaining to him the chaos currently unfolding in Longmen.

Bison is personally experiencing the official purge of Lungmen, the power struggle between the gangsters and Penguin Logistics.

But he didn't understand what his father wanted him to understand by putting him in this chaos.

What dangers might one encounter after becoming a messenger?

Or perhaps let him witness the ugly faces of those who fight for power and profit, and understand the situation he will face when he becomes the head of his own company in the future.

Bison shook his head, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts.

“Thank you for your explanation. Although I can’t fully understand it right now, I can tell that you have no ill intentions,” Bison said firmly. “However, I will not let you hurt Miss Mostima. She helped me, so I will help her as well.”

Qi Yan looked at the bull horns on Bai Song's head, not surprised at all:

“I like your stubbornness, but do you want to hear Mostima’s advice first?”

"Qi Yan is right, please step aside."

Mostima patted Bison on the shoulder, his face showing no sign of tension: "Qi Yan seems to like simple and straightforward conversations, so could you be more direct and explain what you're trying to rob me of?"

"Of course, we're going to rob her of her virtue!" Qi Yan replied immediately.

Mostima took the black staff off his back and said in surprise:

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this kind of thing. The one inside the staff is not human, yet you're interested in it."

Qi Yan: "..."

He opened his mouth, but for the first time, he didn't know what to say.

Even the staff that had been emitting vibrations fell into a deathly silence.

After a long pause, Qi Yan finally said dryly, "In my memory, you should be a riddle teller, not a troll."

“You are quite consistent with my impression of you.” Mostima generously handed over the staff. “Qi Yan, who seems to know everything, always inadvertently reveals a chilling amount of information reserves. No one has any secrets in front of you. There are rumors that you are an agent of a reclusive terrorist organization, playing a big game.”

"I'm not that amazing, and I don't have any terrorist organization behind me."

Qi Yan took the black lock staff, shook it vigorously, and found it to be quite sturdy. He then swung it and smashed it twice against the tombstone beside him.

In the darkness of night, sparks flew.

A wave of energy, which Qi Yan couldn't understand, emanated from the black lock.

Mostima's lips twitched slightly as he watched Qi Yan's actions: "I can tell you're after the staff, but I'm not going to give it to you. Please cherish it."

"So aren't you afraid I'll run away with the staff, or release the bubbles?" Qi Yan asked.

"First of all, it's not called Bubble."

After hearing the fluctuations of the staff, Mostima seriously retorted, and then said, "Secondly, He said that although you have given up becoming a god, you are still able to come into contact with people of that realm. I and the current Him alone have absolutely no ability to resist you."

It's better to be generous and give you some trust; that way, you'll avoid getting beaten up.

"Yes, you are very smart, I like smart people."

Qi Yan played with the black lock staff, looking quite satisfied.

He waved his hand, indicating that Mostima could leave with Bison.

Mostima stood still, but instead asked:

"Could you please tell me when you will return my staff, and what you intend to do with it?"

"You seem a little nervous?" Qi Yan stuck the staff into the soil beside him and said with a wicked smile, "You're not afraid that I'll destroy the staff, nor are you afraid that I'll use the staff to do something bad, but you still don't dare to leave the staff in my hands for long."

Mostima did not answer.

Qi Yan had anticipated this.

Unfortunately, the reason he wanted the staff was because of what Mostima was worried about.

Qi Yan asked with a smile, "What would you do if I said I wanted to use my staff to lure a cute little Liberi bird?"

Chapter 139 There are quite a few people waiting.

Mostima's blue eyes narrowed slightly.

Qi Yan's black lock staff sensed Mostima's emotional change and frantically released fluctuations that Qi Yan could not understand.

Unfortunately, Mostima completely ignored those messages, looked directly into Qi Yan's eyes, and asked:

"I don't like playing cryptic games in this situation. Who are you trying to lure out, and what are you planning to do to her?"

The gray-tailed incense master and Bai Song, who were standing nearby, noticed the change in atmosphere and became somewhat nervous.

Only Qi Yan seemed detached from the situation, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere, and said with a smile:

"Finally, you're nervous. That's more like it. Young girls should be more lively, not like that old lynx who always has a long face."

As for the person I'm waiting for, it is: The Suffering Narrator, One-Armed Chainsaw Man, Burning Messenger, Gun and Rose, God's Chosen Overseer, Slime Superman, Grave Knight, Destroyer Phoenix, Apocalypse Proclaimer, Death Agent, Vault Watcher, Super Punisher King, Holy Hunter Maniac, Corn Cannon, Pink Hair 2.0, Phoenix, Sister Feng, Fat Duck, Fiameta.

Mostima did not speak.

However, the leader of the Grey Tail Incense Shop couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Didn't you say one? Why are there so many people?"

Qi Yan and the others all looked at the Gray Tail Incense Master.

Faced with everyone's gaze, Gray Tail Incense Master shrank back in fright and quickly shut his mouth.

After a moment's hesitation, Bison kindly offered his speculation:

"It should be one person, but with quite a few names, right, Miss Mostima?"

Mostima nodded in response to Bison, but her gaze never left Qi Yan.

Qi Yan kicked the black lock staff that was still continuously encrypting the call, and then explained:

"I had no ill intentions toward that little bird. I was just being a bit crazy, tugging at her tail feathers, and incidentally giving her some guidance and enlightenment."

“I think the actions you’re describing are malicious enough,” Mostima retorted.

"It's still better than you guys, isn't it?" Qi Yan glanced at Mostima. "Each of you relies on the empathy ability of the Sarkaz's halo, communicating with each other on important matters, excluding her, a cute little Liberi, from the conversation."

I can relate to this all too well. You Sakortas have really gone too far! Liberi also has the right to know!

As he spoke, Qi Yan kicked the Black Lock Staff again.