Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

This weird thing has been communicating with encrypted vibrations since we met, so Qi Yan hasn't understood a single word it said.

The black lock staff was kicked off course by Qi Yan, and after a brief fluctuation, it returned to complete calm.

Mostima silently observed Qi Yan's bullying behavior and spoke up:

"You are indeed as rumored. I have some doubts. If you become a god, your power will be the Eight Trigrams, gathering all the gossip information on this land."

"I really enjoy your吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks)."

Qi Yan laughed heartily: "Although we are both people who have experienced the torment of time, you are different from Kal'tsit. Your essence is still a lovely and charming young girl, but your emotions have been worn down by the power of bubbles, making you seem a bit old-fashioned."

If one day in the future you get tired and want to rest, you can come to Rhodes Island to find me, and I'll help you get rid of the bubbles.

The Black Lock Staff emitted another rapid fluctuation.

Mostima, as if struck by a sudden thought, asked, "Give me another kick."

Qi Yan kicked the black lock staff, sending it spinning and flying into the air. It crashed into Qi Yan's tombstone, then bounced back and was caught by Qi Yan, who neatly stuck it back into the mud.

Mostima watched the scene unfold before him, then covered his mouth and chuckled to himself, laughing heartily.

After a moment, she stopped laughing and turned to leave without looking back.

Bison hesitated for a moment, then chose to catch up with Mostima and asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you worried that the famous Li Boli might be in danger? This Rupert named Qi Yan seems to have violent tendencies."

"I can hear you, little calf!"

Qi Yan threatened loudly.

Bison shuddered in fright and quickly shut his mouth.

Mostima glanced at Qi Yan, then turned away, casually tossing her long blue hair.

"Anyone who is willing to take the time to remember Fiameta's nicknames is not a bad person, even though some of the nicknames never actually appeared."

Most importantly, we are definitely not a match for each other.

Bison clearly didn't quite understand this reason, but there were too many things he didn't understand tonight.

Bison gave up thinking.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, eventually vanishing completely into the dark night of the cemetery.

Qi Yan withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked down at the black lock staff:

"She's gone. Are you still going to keep playing these childish encrypted calls?"

“A great beast will destroy our kingdom, and one day the sky will crack open to reveal its true face to mankind.”

A low murmur, indistinct in gender, emanated from the black lock staff.

Qi Yan rolled her eyes and kicked again.

It took off, hit a tombstone, bounced back, caught, and stuck in the mud.

After a series of smooth and efficient actions, Qi Yan said, "I don't like prophecies, nor do I like riddles... except for Kal'tsit."

"The stars will fall..."

Before the prophecy could be finished, Qi Yan raised his foot again.

The process was completed in the blink of an eye, and the Black Lock Staff was once again plunged into the mud.

This time, no matter what Qi Yan did, the bubbles inside the Black Lock Staff seemed to die completely, no longer emitting the slightest fluctuation.

"Did I really break it?"

Qi Yan scratched his head and quickly stuffed the black lock staff behind the tombstone, preparing to bury his head in the sand.

After covering up the 'corpse' of the black lock staff, Qi Yan remembered that there was an eyewitness beside him.

He turned his head, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "What did you see?"

"Mr. Qi Yan, where are you? I'm wearing sunglasses and can't see anything in the dark, I can only hear your voice."

The master of Greytail Incense instantly entered a meditative state.

Qi Yan chuckled, raised his hand to take off Gray Tail Fragrance Master's sunglasses, and put them on his own face.

Then his expression froze, and he silently put his sunglasses back in.

It's truly invisible!

"I underestimated you; you're a master," Qi Yan sincerely praised.

"I wouldn't dare," Graytail Incense Master quickly waved his hand, then asked somewhat nervously, "So, shall we wait in the cemetery for that man with so many titles, Li Boli?"

"Waiting is waiting no matter where you are, and leaving is the same, but there is still one person on my waiting list who must wait in the cemetery."

Qi Yan looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face full of vicissitudes: "If I can wait for him, I will kill someone. If I can't wait, I don't mind causing chaos in Longmen again. After all, I still have some expectations for him."

Greytail Incense Master's expression changed drastically, realizing that Qi Yan's true purpose had only just begun to be revealed.

He quickly bent down and said earnestly, "Mr. Qi Yan, you can let us do it for you. Although our Gray Tail troops are not as good as Governor Wei's Black Cloak Shadow Guards, we are more than capable of finding or killing people in Longmen."

If we really can't do that... we can directly ask our superiors to let the Black Cloak Shadow Guards take action. This is Longmen's goodwill towards Mr. Qi Yan. We sincerely want to befriend Mr. Qi Yan.

"Mr. Qi, could you please tell me who you are waiting for?"

"Can't say."

"Then who do you want to kill?"

"You can say that. His name is Lin Gerui."

Chapter 140 Being killed doesn't necessarily mean death

Ashtail Incense Master almost jumped up on the spot.

Qi Yan looked at him with a smile and repeated, "Lin Gerui, your boss, the underground emperor of Longmen, the Rat King."

Cold sweat poured down Graytail Incense Master's back, and his heart pounded wildly, almost stopping.

"Mr. Qi Yan, you really love to joke."

Ashtail Incense Master tried his best not to let his voice tremble.

But Qi Yan didn't say anything, she just looked at him silently.

"You're joking, right?" Graytail Incense Master pressed on relentlessly.

"Since you were sent here, you must be highly valued by the Rat King and know something about me."

Qi Yan said calmly, "Then think back carefully. From the very first action I've recorded, have I ever failed to achieve any of my goals?"

“No, I messed up once.” Qi Yan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. “I wanted to keep the Rat King on Rhodes Island, but he refused.”

The Graytail Incense Master knelt on the ground, letting out a muffled thud, and pleaded in a trembling voice:

"Mr. Qi Yan, please calm down. The Rat King has absolutely no malicious intent. It's just that Longmen still needs him. Please spare him. If Mr. Qi Yan is still angry, our Gray Tail Force is willing to pay with our lives and follow your lead in killing!"

Qi Yan casually picked up the Gray Tail Incense Master and sneered:

"I don't care how much blood I've spilled on my hands, but I don't really enjoy killing, let alone vent my anger by killing."

As for the Rat King, I am determined to kill him. Don't panic; being killed doesn't necessarily mean death.

Gray Tail Incense Master:?

He was momentarily unsure whether he should be pleasantly surprised or puzzled.

Judging from Qi Yan's words, he didn't really want the Rat King to die, but at this moment, Qi Yan seemed to be possessed by the Riddler, playing a game of riddles with him.

Or is this just Qi Yan's perverse sense of humor?

Graytail Incense Master glanced at Qi Yan cautiously, feeling that this was highly likely.

Qi Yan, however, had stopped looking at Gray Tail Incense Master and was completely absorbed by the commotion in Longmen City.

Over there, a chaotic sound carried far and wide, and there were even explosions.

Graytail Incense Master noticed that the explosion was clearly caused by an Originium bomb, and his brows furrowed immediately.

“Mr. Qi Yan, I will contact my comrades in the Gray Tail unit immediately to help you find out what happened over there,” Gray Tail Chief asked.

Qi Yan chuckled: "If you want to send out the message, just say so. There's no need to hide it."

As for the situation over there, I can explain it to you.

Before the owner of the Grey Tail Incense could even speak, Qi Yan had already leisurely begun his on-site commentary:

"Over there is a gang from Syracuse, who call themselves Sicilians. They were beaten so badly by a woman that they fled in terror and were forced to leave Syracuse to rebuild their power in Lungmen."

Unfortunately, their patriarch was a hothead who brought his habits from Syracuse to Lungmen, ignoring the rules set by Wei Yanwu. So the Rat King took advantage of the greed of the Sicilians to provoke a firefight between them and Penguin Logistics.

Right now, they are in a bar called 'The End of the Earth,' where they are fighting Penguin Logistics to the death.

This will enrage the owner of Penguin Logistics, a penguin named Emperor, who will launch a counterattack. Within half an hour, the Sicilian will be defeated and subdued by the Rat King himself.

Graytail Incense Master held the terminal in his hands, looking somewhat embarrassed.

He discovered that Qi Yan knew more information than he did.

After a moment of silence, Ashtail Incense Master put the terminal back into his pocket.

Qi Yan glanced at him and noticed that during this process, Gray Tail Incense Master was sending out some brief messages by swiping his fingers.

Qi Yan did not stop it.

The chaos in Longmen City continued and showed signs of escalating, but as if forcibly cut off by Qi Yan's prediction, the chaos came to an abrupt end near the half-hour mark.

A moment later, in a secluded alley, a large cloud of sand suddenly rose up, turning a corner of the night sky over Longmen gray.

Everything that happened was exactly as Qi Yan had said.

"Look, I'm actually quite good at being a charlatan." Qi Yan laughed and joked to himself. "This is more convincing than the nonsense prophesied by Bubble and Sarkaz. If you're going to make a prophecy, do something relevant to the present. Instead, you have to spout nonsense about the sky breaking, stars falling, and the Demon King enslaving all living things on earth. Before the prophecy even comes true, you'll be killed by angry people."

The owner of the gray-tailed incense shop nodded repeatedly with a smile:

“What Mr. Qi Yan said is true, so regarding what you just said about killing the Rat King…”

"Don't ask, the answer is that you can't stop me."

Qi Yan waved his hand dismissively and turned to look in another direction from the cemetery.

Over there, a young man was leading two elderly people, walking unsteadily along the path in the cemetery.

They deliberately did not use lights, seemingly out of concern for disturbing the peace of the deceased in this cemetery.

"This is the true meaning of Requiem Night. On this day, people welcome back the souls of the deceased, soothe their attachments left on earth, and allow them to reincarnate."

Qi Yan said with a sigh, "But now people are so busy singing and dancing and playing ghosts that they forget to come to the cemetery and forget the true meaning of Requiem Night."

As they spoke, a figure dressed in magnificent robes stepped into the night and slowly approached Qi Yan.

The leader of the Greytail Incense noticed the newcomer, and after recognizing his face, his expression turned solemn. He quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Governor Wei."

Wei Yanwu waved his hand, signaling the Gray Tail Incense Master to temporarily step down.

After the Gray-Tail Incense Master left, Wei Yanwu looked at Qi Yan and asked:

"Are you waiting for me?"

"You arrived quite quickly," Qi Yan said with a smile.

"When I received the message, I was on my way. In Longmen, there is probably no one else besides me who would make Qi Yan wait for you so specially."

Wei Yanwu spoke with absolute certainty.

"Since you received the news, why did you still choose to come to this cemetery?"

Qi Yan's smile slowly faded.

Wei Yanwu remained silent for a moment before speaking:

“I cannot let you destroy Lungmen again. If it weren’t for what happened last time, Lungmen wouldn’t be in such chaos tonight.”

"This day will come eventually, and Lin Gerui will die at Longmen because of you one day."

Qi Yan raised his hand and pointed to the three people—one young man and two old men—in the distance, abruptly changing the subject:

"I didn't expect him to be able to stay in Lungmen."

Wei Yanwu followed Qi Yan's gaze, his tone becoming incredibly complex: