The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle-Chapter 199 - 164 Before the Instance Ends, Discuss Investment_2

Everything was about to become extremely lethal.

"Wait a moment, don't hurry," An Xinghe shook his head, "I sent a message to my father ten minutes ago. He should be on his way here."

The strong performer's eyes trembled slightly.

Lord Spirit King was actually coming personally.

But it was also normal.

Although everyone was called Young Master just like other people, An Xinghe was different.

Other heirs of the Spirit King were numerous, based on clan operations, and the position of Young Master they held was more like that of a crown prince, where only the recognized heirs could sit in that position.

As for An Xinghe, he was the only son...

After all, Sunset Spirit King's constitution was special, his reproduction ability was as low as some lottery draws, with a probability so low it was infuriating.

And after An Xinghe was born, Sunset Spirit King was ecstatic, waiving the Sky Gold for all the protected worlds for five years, throwing a huge celebration, even invoking extraordinary traits to bring him all sorts of blessings. He was extremely fond and protective of him.

But there was a considerable generation gap. Sunset Spirit King created a unique territory for An Xinghe, provided various pollutants, interesting traits, and arranged for his own abnormality-strong performers to follow after him, but this was not what An Xinghe wanted. For this journey to Anxious Land, he took action first and reported later, leaving in advance without notice.

An Xinghe now stood next to Mixed Fish Piano, which was shaking and spouting blood water, having lost consciousness, but was still whole and protected.

After all, this guy was a Pollutant, unable to directly face the pollution of dad... Evil God.

"Help it recover."

The scaly strong performer reached out his hand, slowly pulling with Spiritual Energy.

Mixed Fish Piano barely recovered.

It seemed that it had not yet recovered from the purgatory of the Old Days, shakily, subconsciously squeezing out blood words: [Sect Hierarch...]

"Hm?"

An Xinghe's brow lifted slightly.

Mixed Fish Piano suddenly shook all over, coming to its senses sharply, and hurriedly typed, with fawning symbols [Young Master...].

"What did you mean by Sect Hierarch just now? And the previous message..."

[...]

Mixed Fish Piano shuddered: [I...]

An Xinghe watched the continuously emerging blood words while his gaze shifted toward Su Qi in the distance.

...

At this moment, Su Qi once again received a message from the Paradise System.

[Attention Please, players, anomalies have occurred in the instance, checking the number of players still within the instance: 1]

This message had popped up once before, when the shadow of the Evil God Descent happened, and at that time, all players were forcefully sent out after seeing the terrifying shadow of the Evil God.

But.

Su Qi was not among them.

Because he... was the culprit, directly connected to the shadow of the Evil God, and the transmission strength was firmly halted.

Next, came the Descent of the Evil God's shadow, the system was unable to employ the power of Paradise to extricate him.

Until the other left.

At this moment, it seemed to detect that the anomaly had disappeared, and the message continued to pop up.

[Players are now able to prepare to transmit and leave at any time or wait for the celebration to end before leaving]

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"Celebration..."

Su Qi looked over the Stars Hall, where numerous people were slumped over their seats, passed out, along with lots of rubble and exploded equipment. They all looked quite sound asleep.

"My first time at such a quiet celebration."

Su Qi strode toward Simon, grabbed Simon's suit tie, "Wake up."

But Simon, like a husband passed out in an AV, fell into an immovable deep sleep, his sleep quality was too good.

"He was knocked out by a shock of spiritual power."

At that moment, a voice slowly sounded.

Su Qi turned to see, it was Young Master Sunset, An Xinghe.

"The sinister power still lingers in his spirit... Shouting won't wake him, only waiting for it to dissipate or using Spiritual Energy to purge it will work. I'll have one of my subordinates help you," An Xinghe prepared to call over one of his strong performers.

"No need."

Su Qi said with a light smile:

"He just needs a little stimulus."

Evil God's power was his power...

Above Simon's head, a faint Black Fog slowly emerged and was quietly absorbed by Su Qi's pupils.

He slapped Simon on the head:

"Simon, your wife and kids ran off with someone else."

Simon shuddered all over, his eyes opening groggily: "How could I possibly have a wife and kids... I'm nearly forty and still single..."

"That's fine, keep it that way."

"President..." Simon's eyes widened as he looked at Su Qi, then glanced around at the ruins, his eyelids bulging: "What happened here, what's going on?"

He had passed out the moment the Evil God appeared and was unaware of everything that happened afterward.

After all,

Simon was just an ordinary shop owner.

"Don't ask, if you do, it's just improv."

"..."

Su Qi turned to An Xinghe, "By the way, Young Master An, how long does one usually stay unconscious with this kind of strange power?"

An Xinghe paused, but it was a powerful figure next to him who spoke in a deep voice, "If it's not removed, they'll stay unconscious for about four to five hours!"

"Good!"

Su Qi handed his wristwatch to him:

"Take this for now, it contains everything I've prepared. While all the dignitaries of Night City are sound asleep, pull the rug from under them, burn bridges, commit arson..."

Simon: "???"

"Anyways, you two just go and do it." Su Qi also woke up Sigong Cheng, leaving behind the Super Dream Protocol subsystem and a series of arrangements in the wristwatch.

And now, everyone's sleep quality was quite good.

And... under the power of the Evil God, the whole of Night City was completely paralyzed—timing, location, and harmony among people.

Sigong Cheng slowly came to.

Upon seeing the situation before him and the subsystems and arrangements in the wristwatch, he took a deep breath, recognizing the great opportunity at hand.

"But... is doing this a bit..."

Sigong Cheng hesitated, being the most conscientious among the many cutthroat dignitaries, such thievery made his moral bottom line crumble.

"??"

Su Qi looked at Simon, "Do you have such burdens?"

"Not at all!" Simon said excitedly, "I can hardly wait!"

Sigong Cheng: "..."

Su Qi patted Sigong Cheng on the shoulder, "...in this respect, you're clearly not as good as Simon."

"This is the kind of talent The Hustlers Chamber of Commerce needs."

At the mention of The Hustlers Chamber of Commerce, An Xinghe paused slightly, admitting to himself that he knew quite a bit from Mixed Fish Piano.

For example,

the man before him was the Sect Hierarch of The Hustlers Sect, the one who had inscribed messages on the Mixed Fish Piano.

But the person seemed different from what he imagined; in the saga recounted by the Mixed Fish Piano, the Sect Hierarch of The Hustlers was a paragon of righteousness, bravery, and justice.

After all, it was composed according to various epics where heroes were all embodiments of mercifulness... justice... knights and other virtues.

And now,

An Xinghe felt that the other had a flexible moral bottom line, not at all the same demeanor.

"That..." An Xinghe wanted to speak.

Now that he finally met the man in person, his initial interest was piqued by the songs and the tale of the Mixed Fish Piano. An Xinghe was eager to interact with him, especially since from the recent information from Mixed Fish Piano...

This Sect Hierarch... was not only arranging everything but seemed to have created an extraordinary stir, and if the Descent event was orchestrated by him, then it was all the more remarkable.

To An Xinghe, Su Qi now embodied a tinge of mystique.

"Respected Young Master Sunset."

However, Su Qi interrupted him, smiling, "Would you... consider investing?"

An Xinghe was startled: "Investing?"

"The Hustlers Chamber of Commerce, it's the commercial guild under The Hustlers Sect." Su Qi said, seeing the expressions of friendliness and interest atop An Xinghe's head, it seemed he could try to draw him in.

An Xinghe's expression shifted, "I am... somewhat interested."

"Good, if you're thinking of investing..." Su Qi looked at Nancy, "Spokesperson, come quick, tell him about our services."

Nancy trembled all over.

Huh?