"Is anyone around?" Li Changzhou asked the little turnip on his shoulder.
"No, but many people are coming this way," the little turnip replied.
Li Changzhou rolled a stone stool under his feet and took out his cellphone to send a message to Wang Donghua.
— Donghua, could you check who has recently been to my yard?
— Right away.
Wang Donghua replied instantly.
It wasn't that he particularly valued Li Changzhou; his reaction time was naturally fast since he was now akin to a computer or himself.
Li Changzhou found a picture on his phone, turned into an oil painting, and disappeared from the ruins before the people from the Special Warfare Bureau arrived.
He didn't go to Italy to find Yafeiluna even though it wasn't impossible, but before confirming who was involved, the other party could also possibly be the culprit.
Li Changzhou now trusted nobody but Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia, not even Wang Donghua who he had asked for help.
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France.
Eight at night, Paris, by the Seine River.
Oil paint emerged from a secluded spot by the river, the distant Eiffel Tower shone bright golden, and tourists moved up and down the elevators.
"Let me know if there's danger," Li Changzhou tucked the little turnip into his coat pocket.
"Okay." The little turnip clung to the edge of the pocket, its cartoonish large eyes looking curiously left and right.
Li Changzhou left the corner and walked onto the dimly lit streets.
The ground was covered in fallen leaves no one had swept, forming a golden path; his shoe soles rustled against the leaves.
Li Changzhou bought a baguette and cake at a bakery which accepted Alipay and WeChat.
While he was paying, his cellphone rang.
— I've sent you the videos and information; let me know if you need more help.
— Thanks.
— You're welcome.
Li Changzhou, carrying a paper bag with a baguette and bread, exited the store and turned into a corner, transforming into an oil painting and disappearing.
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Mexico.
10 a.m., Northwest Border·Tijuana, Revolution Avenue.
Li Changzhou "borrowed" some money and bought corn crisps, Clamato beer, and Mexican wraps.
In the store, while looking at the shop owner's travel photo and as the owner turned away, he turned into an oil paint and vanished.
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Turkey.
Eight at night, Cappadocia.
The scene in front of him was like a forest of stone pillars sprawling everywhere, endless and moon-like in its strange terrain.
When you think of Turkey, you think of Turkish kebabs and hot air balloons, and Cappadocia is the perfect place to ride hot air balloons.
He opened his cellphone to search for hot air balloons, and you could generally see photos taken here— the sky filled with colorful giant balloons, the ground held moon-like terrains.
Li Changzhou bought some kebabs and then let Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia come out at a viewing platform.
The four of them ate while looking at the videos and files Wang Donghua had sent.
"A group of foreign player mercenaries," Yang Qinglan browsed through the data.
"Bro, where is this?" Li Qianxia, eating a corn crisp, gazed at the night-time "moon-like terrain."
"Turkey," Li Changzhou said, "it must be someone quite wealthy to have hired a group of mercenaries to assassinate us."
"Right, and Wang Donghua's data don't show these people's entry applications, plus they have the teleportation skill, and considering that they offended us today, we can't rule them out," Long Lan added.
"Let Wang Donghua and Yafeiluna keep an eye on them and pin down their location, and then we'll just show up at their doorstep," Li Changzhou said.
"I suspect it's the Evangelicals the most, but we'd better start with cultivation—"
"Burp~~~" Little turnip put down the beer, picked up a wrap as big as its body, and started eating earnestly.
Yang Qinglan shifted her gaze from it, looked at Li Changzhou, and both couldn't help but laugh.
The tension and gloom from being assassinated also dissipated a lot.
"I'll take you to Tokyo, and then together to romantic Turkey~" Li Qianxia was taking a selfie, still holding the wrap she bought in Mexico.
She didn't care about any assassination, she just listened to her brother and Qing Lan.
After their midnight snack, the four returned to "Honeypot World."
Having traveled back from 1880 and then to Tokyo, they should have rested well that night, but the sudden attack left them all with no desire to sleep.
Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan sat together on a tree branch as wide as a road, deep in the branches, cultivating "Yin Yang Double Snakes."
What is Yin Yang?
Simply put, a man is Yang, a woman is Yin; daytime is Yang, nighttime is Yin; heaven is Yang, earth is Yin; the sun is Yang, the moon is Yin;
Strength is Yang, weakness is Yin; offense is Yang, defense is Yin; firmness is Yang, softness is Yin; being proactive is Yang, being passive is Yin; action is Yang, thought is Yin.
"In philosophy, Yin Yang refers to two aspects of something, such as movement and stillness, up and down, left and right, exterior and interior, appearance and essence, and so on," Yang Qinglan expounded her view of Yin Yang.
Li Changzhou also shared his understanding.
The two of them thought deeply and used their imaginations extensively to grasp even a tiny bit of "Yin Yang Double Snakes."
But that bit was enough, for a start.
Sitting cross-legged facing each other, Li Changzhou visualized the Chaos Yang Snake, and Yang Qinglan visualized the Chaos Yin Snake.
Gradually, the qi around them became pure, Li Changzhou's body devoid of all Yin Qi, and Yang Qinglan's body had not a trace of Yang Qi.
Without Yin alone there is no growth, without Yang alone there is no birth, without heaven there is no earth, and this condition in them, in any person, thing, phenomenon, or even mentally, is impossible.
A man must have Yin Qi, a woman must have Yang Qi, everything has another side.
The two of them were slowly moving towards death.
Just then, they sensed each other's qi.
"Phew!" Li Changzhou exhaled.
The hot Yang Qi, Yang Qinglan breathed it in through her nostrils.
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