Xie Wenyuan spoke in a very soothing tone under the sunlight, his body faintly glowing with a bright orange hue.
Chronicle didn't respond.
Perhaps due to the partial consumption of his mental power, his mind was slightly dizzy at the moment, and his reaction speed had slowed down considerably.
It wasn't until the "Soul Guide Ghost · Osiris" card in his hand trembled slightly, releasing a cold energy that swirled around his body through his fingers, that his condition improved somewhat.
Chronicle realized that something was off with his condition, but his chaotic thoughts didn't allow him to think too deeply about it.
He responded with a smile, "Uncle Yuan, you're overthinking. I have a good understanding of the current situation. Chairman Fan's decision is indeed a prudent one. The Land of Peach can't afford any more turmoil right now."
"As long as you understand," Xie Wenyuan replied, slightly turning his body and reaching into his pocket.
About two seconds later, he took out a piece of glasses cloth and wiped the foggy lenses. His eyes, however, revealed a hint of surprise.
But he didn't say much. After entering the tombstone villa area, he waved goodbye to Chronicle and headed towards the surveillance tent.
Chronicle stood silently, looking at the card in his hand for a long time. After a while, he returned to his own yard with his hands in his pockets.
As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Chen Yuan lying stiffly on the ground, twitching from time to time.
It looked more like he was being electrocuted than sleeping.
Seeing this, Chronicle instinctively wanted to wake him up.
However, at this moment, a faint snoring sound came, and the familiar pig brother smile appeared on Chen Yuan's face again.
Seeing this, Chronicle couldn't help but laugh. After sending Chen Yuan back to rest, he returned to his own room, collapsed onto the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
But his sleep was not peaceful.
In his dreams, the mentally exhausted Chronicle always felt a strange fluctuation constantly disturbing his spirit.
However, each time it was forcefully expelled by a familiar cold aura.
After an unknown amount of time, Chronicle, whose mental power had fully recovered, woke up from a nightmare of "not being able to sell the house".
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Seven Brothers, holding a Mourning Staff and smiling, silently watching him.
Although he was slender, his presence was imposing. Standing there silently, he was like a guardian deity.
Although his appearance wasn't very appealing, this domineering presence gave Chronicle a strong sense of security.
"Thanks, Seven Brothers," Chronicle said subconsciously.
Although he wasn't sure what had happened, he knew that this deity had helped him once again.
"This world is really full of undercurrents and unpredictable winds," Chronicle said, dragging his feet to the window and looking at the swaying tree waves and the ink-like night in the distance.
The sense of crisis that had gradually faded due to the increasing number of cards in his hand once again surged.
However, unlike his previous helplessness, he now had the power to choose.
"The training has just started, and I've already gained a box of materials and fifty thousand yuan."
"If I calculate these materials at the average price of one thousand for white, ten thousand for green, and one hundred thousand for blue, if I exchange them all at the association, they should be worth about one hundred and fifty thousand yuan."
"That is to say, I've made nearly two hundred thousand in these few days. Adding to my previous savings, I have about two hundred and twenty-three thousand."
"Although it's not a small amount, even if it's multiplied by ten, it's still a bit difficult to create a domain card with the theme of 'Nuo Opera' or 'Zhen Tou'."
"But now that I have the 'Colorful Play – Fairy Rope' for self-defense, I don't need to rush to increase my self-protection ability."
"Perhaps I should make a more cost-effective choice…"
Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly.
"Please come, Eight Brothers!" he said in a deep voice, "It cost me three hundred and fifty thousand to create Seven Brothers. According to my current earning speed, it shouldn't be difficult to save up that much money again."
Ever since he entered the money-consuming profession of Card Craftsman, his perception of money had changed somewhat.
What used to be astronomical figures like one hundred thousand, now seemed to be money he could earn in a few days if he was lucky.
"If I'm not lucky, I can also try to collect materials myself."
Thinking this, Chronicle sat at his desk and opened the material box.
Looking at the blue-framed "Meat Mountain Ghost", he couldn't help but sigh lightly.
To be honest, unless necessary, he really didn't want to use this material with significant commemorative value to exchange for money.
According to the usual thinking of a Card Craftsman, it seemed to be the best solution to make this first enemy in his life become his "wings" through card creation.
"But in front of Eight Brothers, the so-called 'sentiment' is not worth a penny. As long as I can create him, my 'Exorcism and Ghost Killing' card set will be initially formed."
"When I participate in the competition, I may not be able to kill gods and ghosts, but it's still possible."
"Most importantly, with three summoning cards, I can apply to the association to enter the periphery of the secret realm."
"By then, with the two ghost-catching ancestors, Seven Brothers and Eight Brothers, won't it be like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, with wealth rolling in?"
Imagining his bright future, Chronicle couldn't help but smile.
Turning his head, he saw Seven Brothers, with his long tongue out, looking at him with a full face of laughter.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that after he made the decision to create Black Osiris, Seven Brothers seemed to be a bit more lively.
His gaze at him now even had a bit of the "doting" flavor of a "smiling aunt".
It was like looking at his own silly child.
"This…"
Chronicle laughed awkwardly, carefully put away the materials on the table, and then stretched lazily and returned to bed.
However, having just slept for a day, even if the quality of sleep wasn't good, he didn't feel sleepy at this moment, so he took out his phone and started browsing WeChat.
Perhaps due to the significant impact of last night's "Fusion Faction" farce, there was no news from the large training group for the entire day.
However, their Third High School small group was having an unusually intense discussion at the moment.
Everyone was not a fool. Even if they didn't know what had happened, they could sense something was wrong through the strange atmosphere.
And ever since the "Meat Mountain Mystery" incident, everyone had acknowledged Chronicle's status as the "Number One Person in Third High School".
Even if they hadn't reached the point of treating him as their "mainstay", they still trusted his information sources and abilities immensely.
For instance, Ginger Tea mentioned him in the group chat:
"Hey, Chronicle Brother, do you know what's going on with First High School, Second High School, and Peach and Plum? Didn't they arrive yesterday? Why hasn't there been any movement until now?"
She asked two questions in a row, followed by a "confused cat" emoji.
"What else could have happened? They must have been scared by the training side's welcome ceremony," Chronicle replied.
"How embarrassing."
Li Baitian, who had been silently lurking, spoke up, as always, concise and to the point.
Chronicle couldn't help but laugh, thinking to himself, "If you guys experienced this, you might not perform any better than them."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yao Yuan jumped out and said, "Haha, it seems that the psychological shadow Chronicle Brother has cast on them is much greater than the one the Meat Mountain Mystery has cast on us."