Light Fortress
Chapter 712 - 201 - Life is as Fleeting as a Cicada (Requesting Monthly Votes)_2

Chapter 712: Chapter 201 - Life is as Fleeting as a Cicada (Requesting Monthly Votes)_2

So she had a very clear sense of time?

In the carriage of the train, if Chu Ling encountered something that required waiting, she could choose to close her eyes... In that case, her thoughts would disperse into countless parts and merge into the different corners of the deep water area.

And when she opened her eyes again, time had already passed.

But at this moment, closing her eyes brought only darkness.

Opening her eyes, it was empty.

She no longer had the ability to "fast forward through meditation."

To relieve this anxiety, she immersed herself in the task of repairing the Tomb Array Patterns.

Of course... it was a supervisory role.

The reconstruction task of the cemetery was mainly the responsibility of the Security Committee, and Mr. Zhou personally assigned Du Wei to take charge.

And right now, Du Wei was at the edge of the cemetery, adjusting the Array Pattern lines he couldn’t understand, bit by bit. The reconstruction work of the cemetery was going exceptionally smoothly, and he had to admit, Miss Chu was truly a Divine being, orchestrating strategies with astonishing computational power. He and his team were complete outsiders, unable to understand the plans or how to adjust them, utterly confused.

And with so many people, divided into more than a dozen groups, the task they did was actually quite simple: to follow Chu Ling’s commands.

Everyone’s efficiency skyrocketed.

And in Du Wei’s control channel, good news kept coming.

At this rate, the reconstruction of the cemetery would be preliminarily completed before long.

Du Wei felt poignant.

Could there truly be such a genius Divine being in this world?

He had heard about the previous incident at the cemetery, where Miss Chu alone directed the evacuation of nearly a thousand Transcendents from the five major families and three major institutions... At the time, he had no real sense of it, just thought it was probably an exaggeration.

At this moment, he thought that the rumors might be true. Miss Chu must be frazzled now, simultaneously commanding teams of Transcendents from more than a dozen different directions of the committee to construct Array Patterns. She must be busy, right?

Looking at several plans at the same time, could there be a mistake?

...

...

There are differences between people.

This principle, many people understand.

It’s just... they don’t comprehend how vast the differences can be.

Du Wei probably found it hard to believe.

At this very moment, Chu Ling was sitting on the top of a misty hill, "intensely focused" on reading a novel while taking small sips of coffee.

Divination Skill’s golden threads extended in thirteen directions, and her spiritual power split into thirteen parts, each directing the work of reconstructing Array Patterns.

As for the blueprints...

They were something she had long memorized so thoroughly that they came to her as easily as if she were reciting them backwards.

When Gu Shen returned to the cemetery, he saw this scene and couldn’t help but laugh.

Chu Ling had not yet changed her clothes.

She was still wearing that red ritual robe, with the collar and sash gently fluttering in the air, making her seem like an ancient shamaness. Added to that was the concentration with which she held a book from the last century, which gave a sense of being transported back to a bygone era.

Aside from the Li Family’s Divine Temple Mountain.

Even the Changye Snow Forbidden City, which pursued the old, traditional, and ceremonial, would rarely see a woman dressed like this.

"Back already?"

The wind blew, and her hair fluttered with it.

Chu Ling reached out to smooth back a stray lock, a puzzled look in her eyes. She didn’t understand the smile in Gu Shen’s gaze.

"Is this outfit... too retro?"

Chu Ling lowered her head and asked softly, "Do I need to change it?"

"No, it’s very pretty."

Gu Shen shook his head and smiled, "It just reminds me of a book I read a long time ago. The heroine wore clothes like these. It feels a bit like a Dream. You don’t need to change; the outfit really suits you, I like it a lot."

"Ah..."

Chu Ling was taken aback, saying nothing, just silently pinching her sleeve.

Upon hearing him, a slight blush spread across her fair cheeks.

"Regarding the loss of control..."

Chu Ling hurriedly spoke up, asking the question she was most concerned about.

Gu Shen replied with a gentle smile, "Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of now."

Mr. Gu once said, misfortune is a cunning thing.

It’s the accumulation of evil thoughts in people’s hearts, pooling together negative emotions.

This strand of spirit would wait for the moment the host is most vulnerable to emerge. Now, his own spirit was exceptionally strong and stable. Chi Huo would need but an instant to break through the Dream.

"Ill-omen" would not choose this moment to descend.

Chu Ling did not skip over the subject; she seriously asked, "But what about the future?"

"The Source Code" wasn’t just a naive little girl to be fooled easily.

"Don’t worry..."

Gu Shen said calmly, "As long as it dares to show up, no matter when or where... I will surely be able to suppress it."

Chu Ling let out a soft sigh.

No one in this world understood Gu Shen better than her.

If Gu Shen firmly said these words,

Then these words would certainly be fulfilled.

"Okay then..."

Chu Ling knew that Gu Shen must have kept a countermeasure, so she did not inquire further.

Soon after, Gu Shen sat down beside her.

Chu Ling might not have questions anymore, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any.

Gu Shen spoke seriously, "Give me your hand."

"...Ah?"

Chu Ling was startled.

This wasn’t the first time the two had such close contact; previously in the Cemetery Pure Land, when sending off Gu Changzhi and Qianye, she even voluntarily took Gu Shen’s arm...

And before that, the two of them had embraced and tumbled together on the floor of the train carriage in the Spiritual World, almost melding into one.

Logically speaking, extending one’s hand, such a simple act, shouldn’t make her the slightest bit nervous.

But.

This time, for some reason, her heart suddenly tensed up.