Night’s Nomenclature

On Laojun Mountain, in a guesthouse.

The radio on the table suddenly sounded, "Hello, this is Lu Yuan from Kun Lun."

But he was ignored. Qing Chen just let the radio sit there quietly.

At this very moment, Qing Chen was lying on a white bed, biting on a towel, and his face was pale.

At the end of the bed, Jiang Xue took a bottle of iodine and a bag of cotton swabs that she bought this morning and cleaned the wounds on Qing Chen's feet and legs with tears in his legs.

Tiny wood thorns, glass shards, dirt.

Jiang Xue carefully cleaned them away bit by bit.

Bean-sized sweat beads rolled down from Qing Chen's forehead, and Li Tongyun, sitting beside him, was constantly wiping sweat for him.

The little girl was crying as well.

They weren't scared but were distressed for Qing Chen.

The teenager used up the last bit of strength he had to get back to the inn last night. In order to prevent people from finding him based on the clues of his bare feet, he even reluctantly put on his shoes and found another guesthouse to live in.

Just as he entered the room, he fainted.

Exhaustion, fear, and panic after the first killing as well as the backlash of the adrenaline rush all poured into his body.

He was using breathing techniques throughout the battle. After the battle, a huge amount of endorphins were secreted from the pituitary gland, which made him temporarily forget the pain.

But as Jiang Xue was cleaning his wounds this morning, he woke up again.

At first, Jiang Xue also wanted Qing Chen to rest for a little longer, but this wound must be dealt with quickly.

"Why? Just to save a group of people who weren't your friends nor family." Jiang Xue wiped her tears as she said, "Look at the groove on your shoulder. If the bullet was shot a little lower, it would've shattered your shoulder blade."

Qing Chen didn't speak, just endured the pain silently.

In fact, even though his injury looked scary, he knew that they were all wounds on the surface and would heal soon.

In particular, he used the breathing technique throughout the battle, and the lost physical strength gradually recovered in the early morning.

After using the breathing technique this whole time and experiencing great trauma…

Qing Chen felt that the qi in his body had gotten a little stronger. It was only first-sized before, and now it was a fist and a half.

Moreover, his body seemed to be transforming. Even the bones seem to be crackling slightly behind the sore body.

Am I about to open a genetic lock?

Probably not yet.

After three hours, Jiang Xue finally made sure that she had cleaned up the wound on Qing Chen's feet. She said to Qing Chen, "You can sleep for a while, and I'll use the kitchen to make you something to eat."

"Thank you, Aunt Jiang Xue," Qing Chen said weakly.

Li Tongyun, who was beside them, said, "Brother Qing Chen, when you came back in the early morning, you almost scared us to death, and we thought you would've died."

Qing Chen didn't say anything.

The girl continued, "My mom then checked your injuries, and was relieved to find that only your feet and right shoulder were wounded severely. Don't do that next time, please. If you were to leave us, I'd be very scared."

Qing Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After Jiang Xue left, Li Tongyun said in a low voice, "Brother Qing Chen, I probably guessed your identity, but it's a little different from the information I had before, so I have to make sure."

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment as if something had been discovered by the little girl while he was in a coma.

But it didn't matter, he didn't really mind that the little girl knew his identity.

He was just a little curious, "Why are you so persistent in wanting to find me in the Inner World?"

But Li Tongyun said, "I can't tell my mom about me being a time traveler, and you aren't beside me either. Sleeping alone in that giant mansion at night is terrifying. If I can find you, I won't be scared anymore. Brother Qing Chen, do you know that I'm all alone in the Inner World…"

Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "Are you trying to sell me your pity?"

"Boring!" said Li Tongyun angrily.

"Did you find any new friends in the Inner World?" asked Qing Chen curiously.

"I have an elder brother and an elder sister who treated me very well. Li Family's grandpa was also very kind to me, but the butler told me that my sister and my grandpa were truly good to me, while my brother, Li Xiuqi, had other motives in mind." Li Tongyun murmured, "The Li Corporation seems to be very complicated, but the old grandpa is in poor health. Many people are discussing what will happen after he leaves."

Qing Chen thought, her brother, sister, and grandfather were probably talking about the direct descendants of the Li Family.

He heard from Li Shutong that the family head was over 163 years old. His health was so poor that even the anti-aging drugs no longer work, and his cell reproduction had reached its limit.

The head of the Kashima family should be the eldest, at 221 years old, but the way the head extended his life did not seem to be very respectable.

Qing Chen didn't want to think about it for the time being.

He turned to look at his shoulder, where the new gauze had been tied.

All of this reminded him that the battle was over.

But there seems to be something that hasn't happened yet.

"Xiao Yun, can you get me a pen and a piece of paper?" asked Qing Chen.

"I got some in my backpack," said Li Tongyun.

Even on a holiday break, she still had to carry her school bag and bring her homework.

With her help, Qing Chen slowly leaned against the two pillows. He searched for the Morse code on phone and then drew the Morse code that the Kun Lun member tapped last night with his memory.

The index finger made short taps and the middle finger made long taps. Every set represented a letter or number.

For example, index finger one tap and middle finger one tap would represent the letter "A".

This seemingly random rhythm was pieced together to make important information.

Qing Chen didn't know why he suddenly wanted to decipher this Morse code. He just felt that he seemed to have missed an extremely important piece of the puzzle.

This made rich people like Hu Xiaoniu sacrifice their lives to avenge the two Kun Lun members.

Qing Chen quickly recalled the rhythm of the tapping in his mind and deciphered it.

He drew Morse code taps one by one on paper and then marked the translated letters right after.

"I have no regrets in this life. Brothers, take care."

"Tap tap tap, tap, tap." (I repeat)

"I have no regrets in this life. Brothers, take care."

This was a message from the injured Kun Lun member to another fellow comrade.

Sitting on the bed, Qing Chen suddenly thought that the moment the person got shot, he had already known he was going to risk it all.

Looking at the clear blue sky outside the winder, he felt that the sky seemed to be closer now that he was on a mountain, making it look even wider.

But for some reason, Qing Chen's mood was a little down.

He folded the deciphered piece of paper and asked Li Tongyun to help him put it into his wallet.