Chapter 1395: Chapter 763: Qing Ji’s Hellish Joke

Three? He’s one of them, who are the other two?

Qing Chen had met Lao Shen, so he knew that Lao Shen was also one of the ancestral bloodlines, very likely the Qing Clan House Master’s brother or cousin.

Then the remaining one should be the current Family Head of the Qing’s Family.

Qing Ji continued: "Moreover, no one can guarantee that your wife’s first child will bear the ancestral bloodline, so you are to choose seven wives. Statistically, only then will there be a 14% probability of having a child with ancestral blood."

Qing Chen couldn’t hold back his urge to retort: "You guys have really no regard for Federation laws, huh? This is committing bigamy, and how do you know I’m definitely going to die? By now, I’ve killed so many enemies, why can’t the ones who die be them? Also, where did you get those statistics? It’s absurd! It’s like absurdity itself opened absurdity’s door and found home!"

Qing Ji raised an eyebrow: "Xiao Zhun said you have a calculating and steady nature."

"Then you guys should do something steady and proper," Qing Chen remarked.

Qing Ji thought for a moment: "The head of the Qing family is like an emperor. To ensure the clan’s stability, you must have more children to ensure some of them turn out excellent. You can’t guarantee that a sole child will be a genius, so you have to have more to level out the probability."

"Why doesn’t the Family Head have ten or so kids?" Qing Chen asked.

"The firstborn was an ancestral bloodline, and the second as well, so there was no need to continue. If more ancestral bloodline kids appeared, they might challenge you for power," Qing Ji explained seriously. "When both you and Xiao Zhun are geniuses, having any more children is irresponsible to the Qing’s Family."

"What you say makes sense..."

Qing Ji said: "Actually, you have two more brothers."

"Huh?" Qing Chen was puzzled.

"But to prevent them from challenging you and Xiao Zhun, they were all eliminated," Qing Ji said.

At that moment, every hair on Qing Chen’s body stood on end, a chill swept down his spine, and he felt a piercing cold all around!

Qing Ji awkwardly forced a smile and said, "I’m joking. That’s just speculation from outsiders about the Family Head. He never actually did that."

Qing Chen: "?"

What kind of hellish joke is that!

The Qing Ji in front of him was like an emotionless robot, even his jokes were stiff.

However, Qing Chen realized an issue from what the other had said: the Qing Clan House Master intended to overthrow the Shadow contest system!

Qing Chen asked: "No matter what, the Shadow contest ensured the Qing’s stability. Why overthrow it?"

Qing Ji replied: "You’ll understand in time. The Family Head has his own reasons. Just proceed with the blind dates properly, the formal ones begin tomorrow."

Qing Chen thought to himself, he had just escaped the Chen Clan’s Demigod’s pursuit, and now he was suddenly off to City 5 for blind dates the very next day. How strange life is.

The point was, he had no desire to partake in blind dates. Firstly, he had no time for romance right now, and secondly, he had no interest in meeting other girls.

So...he just needed to get through these 14 days, finding ways to reject each one.

Though it might hurt some feelings, he had no other choice.

Wait, Qing Chen realized, if the Family Head intended for him to have seven wives, how many girls would he have to meet in these 14 days?!

Just as Qing Chen was about to clarify, Qing Ji turned and left: "The door code is your birthday, it always has been. Make yourself at home, and keep your phone on until we summon you. After 14 days, regardless of the outcome, City 10 will receive a new batch of supplies. The anti-missile troops have already arrived near City 10, they will guard it 24/7. Consider this our gesture of sincerity."

Qing Chen watched Qing Ji leave, then lay on the sofa, feeling the atmosphere here.

"I will find a way to save you," he murmured.

With those words, Qing Chen put on a mask and headed outside.

As he descended the stairs, he ran into the neighbor’s aunt, who looked at Qing Chen: "Strange, someone actually lives here. I heard the door opening and closing earlier, thought it was haunted. Hey, young man, how are you related to Xiao Zhun and Ning Xiu, or did they sell you the house?"

Qing Chen smiled: "I’m Qing Zhun’s younger brother."

"So you’re their brother, where are they now?" the aunt asked.

"They went to other cities to do business," Qing Chen replied.

"Oh, I see," the aunt smiled. "My name is Qing Zhen, back in the day your brother fixed lots of appliances for me, and your sister-in-law often shared snacks she made with the neighbors, we’re old friends. If you need help, just tell me, I’ll help where I can."

The Qing last name was common in the southwest, much like the Wang surname in the Outer World, so it wasn’t surprising to run into someone with that surname and people might even remember some Qing Zhen from ten generations ago.

At this moment, Qing Chen thought of his brother and sister-in-law being friendly in the neighborhood, and his nose soured, he quickly smiled: "Thanks, aunt, I’ll let you know if I need help."

The aunt scrutinized Qing Chen: "Though you’re a bit thin, you hold yourself tall, what do you do for work now?"

"Ah, um," Qing Chen responded: "I’m a repairman."

"What do you repair?" the aunt seemed interested; a skilled worker in the slums was quite valued, and would never starve with a craft in hand.

Qing Chen replied with a smile: "I repair phones."

Actually, saying he’s a repairman isn’t wrong; fixing those he disagrees with, fixing the corporations when they have issues, and fixing the Federation when it’s problematic.

Though the scope of his repairs was broad, by now Qing Chen could at least say he’s skilled.

The aunt chuckled: "Repairing phones, huh? My phone’s broken, there’s a bright spot on the screen, could you fix it for me? I’ll pay whatever’s necessary, no less."

Qing Chen froze, this was so darn coincidental...

He brazenly replied: "Give it to me, I’ll fix it for you, but it’ll take a few days."

"That’s fine," the aunt handed over her phone, smiling broadly and continued to ask: "Young man, how old are you?"

Qing Chen: "17."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" the aunt was intrigued: "Want me to introduce you to someone?"

"No, no, no," Qing Chen hastily retreated with the phone.

At this moment, a girl’s voice from inside asked: "Mom, who were you talking to?"

The aunt replied: "Our new neighbor."

"Huh? What does he do?"

"He repairs phones," the aunt said. "He’s a year younger than you, but seems quite clean, I thought I’d like you to meet him."

The girl inside muttered: "What’s there to talk about with a phone repairer? I have plenty of suitors."

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Qing Chen walked along bustling streets, he hadn’t taken the chance to explore other cities properly before, but now in the city his brother had crafted for him, everything seemed endlessly fascinating.

It was like watching an extra scene left at the end of an exciting movie, surprises at every turn.

It wasn’t just the hot pot and foot massage places, Qing Chen even saw an ’Sichuan Restaurant’ in the Inner World.

The Inner World had no concept of provinces or regions, so there shouldn’t be regional specialties like Sichuan Cuisine.

He entered the restaurant and took a look, the dishes inside bore no resemblance to those in the Outer World; it was completely mismatched, and after inquiring he found it was actually a Qing’s Family owned dining enterprise.

So, likely Yan Liuyuan had mentioned the "Sichuan Restaurant" to Qing Zhun who thought it was a brand and thus had the Qing’s Family open such a place; whether it did well wasn’t important, just its existence.

Whenever Qing Chen saw these familiar elements from the Outer World, he couldn’t help but laugh, as if seeing his brother scratching his head, pondering what exactly a "Sichuan Restaurant" should be.

He walked north, until a majestic building appeared before him.

The black exterior reflected sunlight, as solid as a metal fortress.

Prison 5.

Qing Chen wasn’t there to visit anyone, instead, he was looking for the long-missing prison warden.

He reached the isolated prison gate and knocked: "One, I know you’re in there, open the door!"

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