Night’s Nomenclature

In a room at a farmhouse on Laojun Mountain.

The intercom placed on the table by Qingchen suddenly rang: "Hello, this is Kunlun Lu Yuan."

But he ignored it and let it sit quietly.

At this moment, Qingchen was lying on his back on the white bed, biting a towel and looking pale.

At the end of the bed, Jiang Xue was holding a few bottles of iodine and cotton swabs she bought in the morning, crying while cleaning the wounds on Qingchen's feet and legs.

Tiny wood thorns, glass shards, dirt.

Jiang Xue cleaned it up bit by bit.

Beads of sweat rolled down Qingchen's forehead, and Li Tongyun on the side kept wiping him.

The little girl was crying too.

It wasn't because they were afraid or had any other emotions, it was just because they felt so sorry for Qingchen.

The boy forced himself back to the inn last night. In order to prevent others from finding him based on the clues of his bare feet, he even reluctantly put on his shoes and found a new farmhouse to stay.

As soon as he entered the room, he fainted.

The exhaustion, the fear and panic after the first murder, and the price of adrenaline secretion behind the blood, all came to mind.

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

But when Jiang Xue cleaned his wounds in the morning, he woke up from the pain again.

Originally, Jiang Xue wanted Qingchen to rest for a while, but the wound had to be treated quickly and could not be delayed any longer.

"Why bother? In order to save a group of people who are not relatives, you hurt yourself like this," Jiang Xue said while wiping her tears: "Look at the blood groove on your shoulder. If you move a little lower, your shoulder blade will be injured." Interrupted."

Qingchen didn't speak, just endured the pain silently.

In fact, his injuries looked horrifying, but he knew they were just skin injuries and would heal soon.

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

I wonder if it was because he used breathing techniques in normal battles and experienced tremendous pain.

Qingchen vaguely felt that the energy in his body seemed to have grown stronger. It might have been only as big as a fist, but now it was as big as a fist and a half.

Moreover, the body seemed to be transforming, and even the bones seemed to be crackling slightly behind the sore back.

Are you going to open the genetic lock?

Probably not yet.

Three hours later, Jiang Xue was finally sure that she had cleaned up the wounds on Qingchen's feet. She said to Qingchen, "You sleep a little longer, and I'll borrow the kitchen to make you some food."

"Well, thank you Aunt Jiang Xue," Qingchen said weakly.

Li Tongyun on the side said: "Brother Qingchen, you almost scared my mother and I to death when you came back in the early morning. We thought you were leaving."

Qingchen hummed.

Then I heard the little girl say: "Then my mother checked the injuries on your body and found that only the shoulders and feet were the most seriously injured, so we were relieved. Don't be so desperate next time, okay? If you are gone, I will You’ll be scared.”

Qingchen smiled reluctantly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After Jiang Xue left, Li Tongyun whispered: "Brother Qingchen, I have probably guessed your identity, but it's just a little different from the information I had before. I have to confirm it."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment, as if the other party had discovered something while he was unconscious.

But that's not important, he actually doesn't mind the little girl knowing his identity.

He was just a little curious: "Why are you so persistent in wanting to find me in the other world?"

But I heard Li Tongyun continue: "I can't tell my mother about becoming a time traveler, and you are not around. I will be very scared when I sleep alone in the big house at night. When I find you, I won't be scared anymore." Qingchen Brother, do you know that I am alone in that other world..."

Qingchen thought for a while: "Have you started the torture plan?"

Li Tongyun pouted: "It's boring!"

"Have you made any new friends in the other world?" Qingchen asked curiously.

"I have an older brother and sister who are very kind to me, and Li's grandfather is also very kind to me. However, the old housekeeper at home said that my grandfather and sister are really good to me, so be careful about that brother named Li Xiuqi," Li Tong Yun muttered: "The Li Group seems to be quite complicated, but that very kind old man is in poor health, and many people are secretly discussing what will happen after he leaves."

Qingchen thought about it, this brother, sister, and grandfather should all be direct relatives within the Li family consortium.

He once heard Li Shutong say that the current head of the Li family was 163 years old, and his health was deteriorating. Even anti-aging drugs no longer worked, and his cells had reached the limit of division.

The head of the Kashima family should be the oldest, 221 years old, but the way he extended his life seems not to be glorious.

Qingchen didn't want to think about this anymore for the time being.

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

Everything in front of him reminded him that it was over.

But it seems that there are still things that have not passed.

"Xiao Tongyun, can you help me find some paper and pen?" Qingchen asked.

"I have it in my schoolbag," Li Tongyun said.

She came to take a vacation during the National Day, so she had to carry a schoolbag with her homework.

Qingchen slowly leaned on the two pillows with her support. He searched for the method of deciphering the Morse code on his mobile phone, and then relied on his memory to draw the Morse code that the Kunlun members typed that night.

Tapping with the index finger is a short message, tapping with the middle finger is a long message. Each group of tapping represents a letter or number.

For example, tapping once with the index finger and once with the middle finger is the letter A.

And those seemingly disordered percussion rhythms were pieced together into important information.

Qingchen didn't know why he suddenly wanted to decipher the Morse code. He just felt that he seemed to have missed something extremely important.

That incident made a rich man like Hu Xiaoniu risk his life to avenge the two Kunlun members.

Qingchen quickly recalled the rhythm of percussion in his mind and deciphered it.

He drew the Morse characters one by one on the paper, and then marked the translated letters on the back.

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

"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta." (I'll repeat it one last time.)

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

This was the message that the injured Kunlun member who fell to the ground conveyed to another companion present.

Qingchen sat on the bed and suddenly thought, it turned out that the other party had already been determined to die from the moment he was shot.

He looked out the window at the bright blue sky. The sky in the mountains seemed lower and broader than in the city.

But for some reason, Qingchen's mood became a little low.

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