Life Game In Other World
Chapter 98: Roasted Sweet Potatoes (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Roasted Sweet Potatoes (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Zhang Ansha spent half an hour making a detailed record before patting He Ao on the shoulder, "You should be fine with self-defense, keep your phone lines open, I’ll contact you when the results are out, and don’t be so impulsive next time."

Then he walked over to the magician who had already died.

At that moment, a woman dressed in a green long dress came over, glanced at everyone present, and walked up to Zhang Ansha.

"Have you finished the investigation?"

Zhang Ansha looked at the woman in green.

"Yes," the woman in green nodded slightly, "This magic apprentice’s real name is Ou Zhuo. He was born overseas and was an overseas mercenary. Although his talent was as a magic apprentice, he always considered himself a magician, denying the title of magic apprentice."

The woman in green raised her head to look at Zhang Ansha, "According to Bull, before joining Daybreak, he used to kill people in chaotic areas abroad as material for his magic. His ability was stronger than that of Bull’s, but this time they arranged for the three of them to abduct Liu Nan and put Bull in charge of the abduction, most likely because they were afraid he would suddenly kill Liu Nan."

"The discrepancy between cognition and reality would gradually lead him step by step towards the abyss of madness," the middle-aged man beside mused, "Perhaps he had already gone mad, but before he could still barely maintain his humanity. He completely lost control after his teammate was captured without any restraint."

"That’s possible."

Zhang Ansha nodded, stood up, and looked at He Ao, "Anyway, kid, you have solved a big problem for me, but now I finally know why Captain Liu told me not to remind you to be safe."

Because He Ao simply didn’t listen.

"No need to thank me," He Ao turned and stuffed the flower he was holding into Zhang Ansha’s arms, "Take care of it for me, freeze it with ice blocks for preservation."

Then he glanced at the magician’s top hat in his hand.

As long as the magician’s top hat wasn’t used, the madness eroding it was relatively weak. Although ordinary people couldn’t resist it, it seemed like Zhang Ansha, a somewhat stronger transcendent, had no problem.

So He Ao also stacked the magician’s top hat into his arms, "Help me get a mithril box to contain it."

"These things of yours?"

Zhang Ansha looked puzzled.

"Picked from the ground."

He Ao said calmly.

"Alright," Zhang Ansha also knew He Ao’s personality and, most importantly, that He Ao had done something significant, and he indeed couldn’t offer much in compensation. So he added, "I can help you freeze it, but the mithril box is too expensive."

"Don’t worry, give me an estimate. If the cost of making the mithril box reaches half the total value of these Corpse Flowers, just help me sell the hat straight away."

While He Ao wasn’t afraid of the madness innate to the hat, this madness dealt area damage. If he wanted to use it himself, he would need something to block the madness, otherwise, before even starting to fight, civilians around him would fall in droves.

Of course, if the container was too expensive, he would give up the hat outright.

"Okay."

Zhang Ansha nodded.

"Then I’ll be off," He Ao tore off half a petal, walked towards the stairs, looked back halfway, "Oh, and if it’s determined to be an act of bravery, apply for the bravery reward for me, will you?"

"Get out, get out, get out! Always with the requests!"

Zhang Ansha waved his hand impatiently.

He Ao smiled as he descended the stairs, his figure gradually vanishing in the distance.

"You seem to have a good perception of this kid."

Watching He Ao’s retreating figure, the middle-aged man slowly approached Zhang Ansha, speaking softly.

"He’s a good kid," Zhang Ansha replied cautiously, cradling the flower and the hat, lighting a cigarette and placing it in his mouth, "just a bit stingy."

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He Ao found a pharmacy and borrowed a mortar, grinding the petal into powder.

The yellow petals, once ground, turned a faint blackish-purple color and exuded a soul-refreshing, peculiar fragrance.

Then He Ao pinched his nose, discovering he could still ’smell’ these peculiar scents.

These scents didn’t act on the body but on the soul.

He Ao took the ground powder, then bought a one-liter glass teapot and two 500 ml bottles of distilled water at a grocery store, pouring the powder and water into the teapot and shaking it up.

Suddenly the entire liquid in the teapot turned into a softly glowing blackish-purple hue.

Afterward, He Ao returned to Xidu Suburban Hospital.

Grandpa Fang’s eldest son, Fang Cheng, was surprised to see He Ao at first, then quickly stood up, "Ao, I’ll transfer the money to you."

But He Ao shook his head and waved the glass teapot in his hand, "Brother Fang, our family’s traditional remedy."

"This..."

Fang Cheng was obviously hesitant.

"Grandpa Fang is getting on in years, if we don’t try, he may never wake up again."

He Ao said quietly.

Then he pulled the somewhat dazed Fang Cheng aside after hearing his words and poured out a cup of the liquid from the teapot, bringing it to Grandpa Fang’s lips.

The cup was also an additional purchase by He Ao, holding about 100 milliliters.

The heart-warming fragrance slowly spread.

Grandpa Fang’s complexion turned rosier as he smelled the fragrance; he seemed to regain some consciousness and opened his mouth slightly. He Ao hurriedly took the opportunity to slowly pour the liquid into his mouth.

"He Ao, medicine cannot be taken recklessly."

As soon as Fang Cheng saw that He Ao had begun feeding the medicine to his father without paying attention, he hurriedly came over to pull He Ao away.

Then he found that even when he used all his strength, he couldn’t budge He Ao’s arm in the slightest.

Just as he thought to call for help, he noticed that his father’s originally pallid face had become flush, and the hand grasping the bedsheet had gradually relaxed.

His breathing also became steadily more stable.

Afterwards, the elderly man fell back into a deep sleep.

Feeling the unusual aura slowly fading from Grandpa Fang’s body, He Ao breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he placed the glass teapot on the nightstand and looked at Fang Cheng, "When Grandpa Fang wakes up, pour him a cup from this teapot using this cup, then once a day after that. By the time this pot is emptied, Grandpa Fang should be able to recover."

"Ao, I..."

Fang Cheng’s face reddened a bit, realizing that He Ao truly wanted to save his father, yet he had just tried to stop him.

"It’s okay," He Ao shook his head and said with a smile, "I can understand that feeling."

A child does indeed momentarily lose their reason when protecting their father.

"I," Fang Cheng paused, his action stiffening, "I’m sorry."

"It’s okay," He Ao shook his head again and started walking out of the ward, "If Brother Fang is fine, then I’ll be going."

"Wait a minute, how much do I owe you, including the fronted medical expenses? I’ll transfer the money to you."

Fang Cheng immediately reacted, but when he turned his head, there was no sign of He Ao in the doorway or the corridor.

After leaving the hospital, He Ao had planned to go home first, then he suddenly remembered something and pulled out his phone.

Liu Nan had not sent him a message.

He Ao quickly hailed a cab to the West Gate,

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The West Gate of Xidu University was the most deserted, bordering the river, with just one wide road outside it.

The bright lights of the security booth shone on the frosty ground in front of the wintertime gate.

The winter cold deepened, and night fell.

Vehicles passed by the gate while a girl wearing a brown furry dress and black leggings quickly stuffed her phone in her bag and rubbed her fair hands together, shifting slightly to keep warm.

She looked out at the road, where a car that seemed to be a ride-share pulled up and stopped.

The car door opened.

The passengers emerging were several unfamiliar students. They appeared to have just finished shopping, entering the school gate with their bags, talking and laughing.

The girl watched as the students disappeared into the distance, then she lowered her head and blew on her hands, her breath fogging her view.

And within this mist, a warm object was passed into her hands.

She looked up and saw the smiling young man holding up a small plastic bag, "Roasted sweet potatoes, want some?"

The girl stared at him blankly, a sweet smile slowly spreading across her face as she reached out her hand.

"One for six yuan, do you want to scan or swipe?"

He Ao lifted the small bag slightly and added, "An extra fifty cents for a spoon."

Liu Nan: ?