Naming Technique of the Night

Qing Chen squatted where the seedlings had lifted off, examining the dust and soil on the ground.

Just then, his eyes lit up. Indeed, the fine metal material in the dust was radiating outwards.

That was the shape of a magnetic field.

He suddenly felt a pang of envy. Who wouldn't want to fly? With that ability, couldn't you go wherever you desired?

Speaking of which, Qing Chen had still not had the opportunity to ask his teacher if there was still a chance to become a Transcendent after becoming a Knight.

Wait, Qing Chen suddenly looked up at the night sky. The direction the seedlings had flown was towards the desolate Mang Mountain, but Liu Dezhu's home was in the south!

He returned home speechlessly and looked at the letter from the holder of the Devil's Stamp: Have you decided what you want? Hehe.

Qing Chen impatiently wanted to reply to the letter just to disgust the sender.

However, just as he was about to take a knife to bleed himself, he suddenly laughed quietly.

No, no … that was the sender's final test.

Because if "Qing Chen" had nothing to do with the mastermind behind the scenes and did not know Liu Dezhu, then "Qing Chen" should not know that replying by blood burning was the method.

The method of replying was only known by Liu Dezhu and the person behind the scenes who would not bother informing "Qing Chen" about it for no reason.

Thus, the holder had kept asking what "Qing Chen" wanted but had never told "Qing Chen" how to reply.

If Qing Chen replied, the truth would come out.

The young man took a deep breath in his house. In this world, which had become utterly unrecognizable and filled with perils at every turn, dealing with those monsters lurking in the dark required utmost focus.

Thinking of this, he tore up the letter.

"Aunt Jiang Xue, after dinner you and the others go to the station to pick up XiaoTongyun's grandparents. Remember, don't go out after coming home."

After speaking, Qing Chen changed his clothes and silently walked into the night outside.

He couldn't miss tonight's excitement.

The air carried a hint of moist, fishy smell, and a gust of wind brought the black clouds in the sky to the south.

It was windy in this cold November weather.

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"Mom and Dad, how can I explain this, I'm really not a vampire, and I can eat garlic," Liu Dezhu earnestly said. "I don't know if vampires can eat garlic, but I can."

The family of three sat at the dining table, which had food that looked extremely odd: chives stir-fried with duck blood, duck blood vermicelli soup, blood tofu, and spicy chicken blood.

All four dishes had one thing in common—they emphasized "blood."

Liu Dezhu patiently said, "Of course, I know you are doing this for my good, but I asked for blood to write letters, not to drink... It's hard to explain it well, just trust me."

Liu Youcai and Wang Shufen looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief.

Wang Shufen, smiling, served her son a spoonful of chives stir-fried with duck blood and said, "You and your dad scared me to death today, but it's good you're not, it's good you're not."

Liu Dezhu recalled his parents' tender care and chuckled, "Dad, Mom, don't worry, our life is going to get better soon."

"What do you mean?" Liu Youcai asked curiously.

"Haven't you heard? Many people have been making a lot of money by bringing back medicine from the Inner World," Liu Dezhu said. "I've got my footing now, so naturally, I will also bring something back to improve our lives."

"Don't worry about your mom and me for now, just take good care of yourself," Liu Youcai said as he took a sip of his drink.

"No worries," Liu Dezhu said cheerfully. "I know some important people over there."

"By the way, son, aren't there any dangers over there?" Wang Shufen asked.

"For now, there's no danger in the Inner World," Liu Dezhu replied. "In fact, sometimes the Outer World is more dangerous than the Inner World."

Now that Liu Dezhu had a good relationship with Qing Chen, he knew sticking close to him would naturally bring benefits.

Inside Prison No. 18, Lin Xiaoxiao and Ye Wan followed the rules; no one dared mess with them.

At that moment, Liu Youcai suddenly expressed his confusion, "I've never really understood how those Time Travelers bring things back."

Liu Dezhu explained, "There's a mechanism during the travel process. For example, if I stuff a bottle of medicine in my mouth a second before traveling, when I return, I can bring the medicine back too, and then I can spit it out and sell it."

"Oh," Liu Youcai nodded. "So it's like 'import-export trade'."

Liu Dezhu was astonished, goddamn import-export trade!

But, truth be told, the term was quite apt!

Liu Youcai hadn't had a good chat with his son for a long time, so he thought for a moment and said, "We're out of liquor at home. I'll go out later and buy a case of beer, and we can have a good drink together."

Wang Shufen complained, "He's still a student."

"So what if he's a student," Liu Youcai said. "My son's already 17. I was in the army when I was his age."

Just then, Liu Dezhu suddenly said, "Dad, don't go out tonight."

Liu Youcai, curious, asked, "Why not?"

"It's very dangerous outside tonight, anyway, just don't go out," Liu Dezhu explained. "As long as we stay at home, we are safe."

Liu Youcai and Wang Shufen exchanged looks.

They realized then that something significant was likely to happen tonight.

Just as they were speaking,

a small drone was slowly flying over the wall of the Xinglong Residential Area in the night.