I'm Already the Richest Man, Why Did My System Just Arrive?

Chapter 315: Chapter 185: Wish

”Xiaotao, get behind me.”

Standing before Xiaotao, Zheng Xiu’s frame swelled, his muscles hardening like tempered steel. He was like an indomitable Little Steel Cannon.

”Mm.”

After her initial panic, Xiaotao stared intently at his back. A strange sense of peace washed over her, and her trembling hands gradually steadied.

SCHLICK.

Only after their brief exchange did a bloody gash finally appear on Zheng Xiu’s cheek. The flesh parted, and blood trickled down the contours of his facial muscles.

Xie Luohe glanced at the wound on Zheng Xiu’s face out of the corner of her eye, her fists tightening.

Zheng Xiu’s mood right now was perhaps completely different from Xiaoxie’s.

’Can’t let it go to waste.’

Zheng Xiu silently dipped the Luohe Brush into the blood on his cheek, his gaze fixed forward on the newcomer.

A sliver of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon.

The sun rose, bit by bit chasing away the night.

The handsome, brocade-clad man, who looked strikingly like Xie Yunliu, smiled while holding a leaf. His boots tapped the ground as lightly as a dragonfly on water—effortless, graceful, and leaving no trace.

”I am blessed by Destiny today to have encountered you two... Heh heh, such Odd People.”

Xie Luohe didn’t make a move. She frowned in confusion as sharp pains pulsed from deep within her head.

She slowly nocked an arrow on the bowstring but did not draw the bow to shoot.

The resemblance.

Such a strong resemblance.

It was too uncanny.

As the ”Supervisor” approached, Zheng Xiu grew more astonished, his confusion deepening.

This expert wore a formal cap and a gorgeous Feiyan Suit, a faint smile on his lips as he held a leaf. Androgynous, he looked like a member of the legendary ”Eunuch Faction.” His temperament was the very picture of effeminate grace. If someone claimed he was a strapping, virile man... Zheng Xiu would be the first to call bullshit.

But aside from a temperament that was the polar opposite of Xie Yunliu’s, his facial features were identical. There wasn’t the slightest difference.

Zheng Xiu asked, somewhat uncertainly, ”Monk? Or Xie Yunliu? Or... something else?”

Beside him, Xie Luohe held her bow in one hand, while her other hand couldn’t help but press against her forehead, her brow furrowed.

Unexpectedly, when Zheng Xiu asked this question, the Supervisor across from them—the one who had made such a cool, dramatic entrance by wounding a man with a leaf—had his expression change drastically the moment he heard it.

The Supervisor’s hands loosened involuntarily, and a few tender leaves fluttered to the ground.

”You...” The Supervisor’s voice held a slight tremor. ”No, you all... actually, from... Her...”

The Supervisor looked from Xie Luohe to Zheng Xiu and back again, his face flushed. He exuded a frightening mix of femininity and anxiety as he spoke incoherently.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

’This guy’s reaction to ”Monk” and ”Xie Yunliu” is huge.’

After a long moment, the Supervisor took a deep breath, regained his composure, and asked, ”Are you... from two hundred years in the future?”

Xie Luohe’s jaw dropped.

After a moment of astonishment, Zheng Xiu was overcome with joy. ”You’re the Monk!”

The Supervisor faltered. ”Who is the Monk? Wait, so you really are from two hundred years in the future... from Daqian?”

”It really is the Monk!”

Zheng Xiu let out a huge sigh of relief.

’I thought this was going to be a terrifying, bloody battle,’ Zheng Xiu mused, ’but I never expected it to turn into a reunion in a strange land.’ Yes, ever since they’d fallen into the Ghostly Realm, ”Feng Bei” had become ”Xie Luohe.” She knew about the outside world but refused to believe it, insisting she was Xie Luohe. The ”Monk” had become ”Xie Yunliu,” as if he were a completely different person, not only lacking his old memories but even having a different personality.

And now, a second ”Monk” had appeared before him and Xie Luohe without any warning. This one knew about the world outside the Ghostly Realm. Their brief exchange felt like sharing a secret password, and an unwitting sigh of nostalgic emotion escaped Zheng Xiu.

Listening to their conversation, Xie Luohe felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest. A wave of displeasure washed over her, and she drew her bow, preparing to shoot this sissy dead.

This sissy looked identical to her brother, and even in ”Feng Bei’s memories,” he looked identical to a person Zheng Xiu called ”the Monk.” Even so, Xie Luohe still felt the urge to kill him.

She couldn’t say why.

If she had to explain it, it was because when Zheng Xiu wore that ”elated” expression, she felt that he was very far away from her, and it made her deeply uncomfortable.

”Who exactly are you?”

Of course, Zheng Xiu didn’t let his guard down. Joy was one thing, but caution was another. He asked the question that concerned him most.

The Supervisor fell silent for a moment upon hearing the question, then gave a bitter laugh. ”Have you heard of the Incompleteness Tower?”

”I have.”

”Since you were able to enter the Ghostly Realm, you must be one of us. Are you Ye Weiyang?”

”I am not.” Zheng Xiu shook his head, careful not to glance toward Feng Bei as he spoke calmly. ”I’m just a wandering Odd Person who accidentally acquired the Cannibal Painting and was pulled inside.”

”I see.” The Supervisor understood. ”I am one of the Ten Greats of the Incompleteness Tower, the ’Rumored General,’ Fan Yao.”

”The Incompleteness Tower! What is Chu Susu to you?”

”You know ’Void’?”

”We’ve met once.”

Fan Yao closed his eyes for a moment and nodded to himself. ”I think I understand. It seems ’Void’ tried everything to steal the painting, but unexpectedly ended up getting you involved.”

”How did you... end up like this?”

Zheng Xiu was still pondering the connection between the ”Monk” and ”Fan Yao.” As the atmosphere between them relaxed, he asked another question that was on his mind.

”It’s a long story.” Fan Yao sighed softly. ”I came across the painting by chance and was pulled inside. For so many years, I’ve been...” Fan Yao’s voice grew quieter and quieter until he finally looked at Xie Luohe and closed his mouth. After a moment, Fan Yao asked, ”So, who is she?”

”Likewise, it’s a long story,” Zheng Xiu replied, unwilling to discuss matters related to ”Feng Bei” in front of Xie Luohe.

Fan Yao looked surprised.

As the Director of the Secret Factory, he had recognized Xie Luohe’s identity at a glance—her ”identity” within the World in the Painting. After confirming that Zheng Xiu was also an ”outsider,” Fan Yao had initially assumed that Xie Luohe, like Zheng Xiu, also came from the real world outside the painting.