Damn it! Let’s smash the darkness together!
Chapter 198 - 20 Xu Shu: This world is just a damned loop_2

Chapter 198: Chapter 20 Xu Shu: This world is just a damned loop_2

Li Tao took a deep breath, gently closed his eyes, and faced the setting sun in the west:

"Praise the sun, forever the dawn!"

...

"Mr. Xu Shu, this is where I leave you. Welcome to visit the Astronomy Association more often, may Lie Zhenzi bless you!"

The female attendant Xiao Yu pounded her chest with her right hand, bowed very politely to Xu Shu, and escorted him out of the Astronomy Association’s grand hall.

Quite courteous... Xu Shu nodded, glanced at the hall that looked like a gathering of university cultural clubs, with a sense of being above the worldly affairs, and after a flash of envy in his eyes, he quickly left and closed the door behind them.

Click!

The door closed, separating the inside from the outside.

The harmonious hall continued to resonate with the sounds of the zither and the chanting of literary works.

The leading old painter was sitting by the window, appearing to observe the sunset in the west and the moonrise in the east from behind.

His hearing was extraordinary. Upon hearing the sound of a door, he suddenly jerked, opening his eyes as if waking from a dream.

Then, he first looked around the hall, but found nothing unusual. Afterward, as if enlightened, he quickly began to splash ink on the paper, drawing vigorously, attracting many students to watch.

Just at that moment—

"Ah~"

He let out a scream. Both his eyes burst open in an instant, leaving a mess of red and white, staining his painting red!

Then, he lay motionless on the ground, passed out.

The room first went silent as if you could hear a pin drop, and then it became bustling.

The students loudly cried out, spreading the news: "Something’s wrong, something’s wrong! Master Han is hurt!"

"Come quick!"

"Teachers, save him..."

Suddenly, many people started screaming.

Before long, three middle-aged men dressed like scholars, who were in a heated discussion about "those who know," gathered around.

One said, "Call someone from the pharmacist association to take him away... or you guys carry him over."

Another said, "It’s fine, it’s fine, students, don’t panic. Master Han often leaks heavenly secrets, blowing up an eye or mouth is normal for him. Remember not to casually reveal the secrets of heaven when you observe the stars or make talismans, seals, or stamps... Don’t draw everything you see..."

The last one went to the painting, excitedly rubbing his hands, "Every painter’s work is invaluable, a prophecy that pierces through the secrets of heaven! Mr. Han hasn’t painted for many days, and today he magically produced a piece, come on, this is a rare opportunity, let’s see what he drew!"

"That’s right!"

A crowd, including men and women, young and old, dressed either like ancient scholars or modern scholars, gathered around Han Mo’s fallen body to look at his painting.

—It was a very abstract painting, presumably depicting the image of the sun rising in the morning.

The painting simply included the land, mountains, walls, ruins, and even a thick stroke symbolizing the Star Tower, perhaps pressed with too much force, as the stroke was crooked.

The painting was not completely finished, the sun was only outlined, but fortunately, it was filled with blood sprayed by Master Han, just enough to form a red circle, with some white mucus stuck on it, spreading out like a dawn’s rosy clouds, making it look somewhat eerie.

The crowd was bewildered by what they saw.

"What does this prophecy mean? Old Yan? You’ve talked most with Mr. Han, can you figure anything out?"

"How can you slander someone so recklessly!"

"The sun rising? What kind of prophecy is that?"

"Well, it counts, right? After all, the sun rises every day, doesn’t it?"

"This old man, is he just bored? Painting the sun? Forget about it, this painting is worthless!"

In the meantime, a teacher with the surname Yan got in touch with the office on the other end of the Supervision Bureau: "Are you there? Send over a Third Rank Life Player; Mr. Han’s eyes have burst... Oh, oh, the Venerable is there today? Then please convey the message, thank you, Venerable!"

Seeing that things had been decided, the students scattered like birds and beasts, some back to playing music, some to playing chess.

After everyone left, the three middle-aged scholars exchanged glances and suddenly moved quickly, lifting Han Mo, whose eye sockets had turned into bloody holes, into the adjoining sealed room.

The ’worthless’ painting was also taken away and flipped over on the table.

"What on earth did Mr. Han see in the stars just now?"

"Who knows?"

"I can’t understand this stuff... Anyway, let’s wait for the Venerable to save him first."

All three of them had a solemn look on their faces.

Their nonchalance before was naturally just to prevent the students from being afraid.

In reality, their hearts were more anxious than anyone else’s.

Astronomy Association’s Han Mo, a Fourth-order Scholar on the path of an Astrologer!

Don’t be fooled by his approachable appearance; he was actually one of the only two Fourth-order magnates stationed in the D8B3 area.

And the other Fourth-order was none other than the Doctor on the path of the Fertility Venerable.

These two were the true high command of the entire safety zone.

Something that made him spit blood after seeing it must be a tremendous prophecy!

The three reminisced about the painting’s image, which should have been full of sunshine but was rendered eerily strange by Han Mo’s blood, remained silent.

They all stopped thinking.

...

The moon rose above the willow treetops.

Xu Shu needed to go to the hospital first.

In his hand, he had prepared nearly 2.4 million, plus 100,000 already deposited with the hospital for nutritional fees, along with the money from home, it should be enough.

With this, he could completely cure his adoptive father’s illness, and only then would the heavy stone in Xu Shu’s heart land.

He arrived at the hospital, quickly found the medical staff without stopping, declared his intentions, and placed the over 2.3 million in front of them on the spot.