Chapter 32

"Actually... I wasn't really thinking of asking you for pocket money. I just asked casually," Qingchen said somewhat awkwardly.

At this moment, even he felt a bit embarrassed.

He must have been thinking about money too much...

However, Qingchen had already realized that Li Tongyun was also suspicious of him being a穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者" in English, but it's better to use "transmigrator" for context).

Perhaps it was because he was too interested in the Inner World, always asking questions, or perhaps it was because he had guessed her secret.

When he said without hesitation that he didn't need Inner World money, her suspicions were dispelled.

Overall, Qingchen felt he had gained a lot tonight, at least confirming Li Tongyun's identity as a transmigrator.

Now that he was involved in the Qing family's shadow struggle, having one more friend was better than having none.

Although Li Tongyun was only ten years old, she might be of help someday.

Just like when he first transmigrated and prayed to the Buddha, preparations must be made in advance.

Taking advantage of Jiang Xue not having finished washing the dishes, Li Tongyun whispered to Qingchen, "I really don't have much pocket money in the Outer World. How about you change the condition, Brother Qingchen?"

"Change to what condition?" Qingchen asked.

"How should I know? Just don't tell my mom," Li Tongyun lowered her voice again.

"Alright, you owe me this," Qingchen glanced at Jiang Xue's back in the kitchen. "Remember to take good care of your mom in the Inner World. I heard it's quite chaotic there."

"Okay, don't worry," Li Tongyun said contentedly. "When you have the chance to transmigrate to the Inner World, I'll protect you!"

Qingchen couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time; a child's promise was so pure and simple.

He said goodbye to Jiang Xue and went downstairs. Compared to upstairs, his home felt much colder and emptier.

No family, no one to talk to.

Qingchen opened his phone and looked at the class group, where the discussions were still meaningless and blind. In Class 3 of Grade 2, the transmigrators were probably just him and Nan Gengchen.

He then opened Weibo and was surprised to find two trending topics rapidly climbing: a mysterious organization abroad was offering a huge reward for mechanical limbs and future technology items from the Inner World.

Someone had posted a screenshot online, and the organization even listed the items: NECE anti-aging drugs, EDE-002 gene agents...

Among them were many targeted cancer drugs that had not yet been developed in the Outer World.

These future technology items shared a common characteristic: they saved lives, extended life, maintained youth, and enhanced physical functions.

The organization claimed to have tested the drugs and confirmed that they were effective on humans in the Outer World.

They even publicly taught transmigrators how to carry the items: wrap the pills in protective film and place them in the mouth, swallow them, or insert them into the rectum.

Qingchen frowned when he saw this. These people were using the methods of drug mules to bring items from the Inner World back.

After all, the value of targeted drugs and anti-aging drugs was immeasurable. If a wealthy person was about to die from cancer and his only hope was a life-saving drug from the Inner World, what price would he be willing to pay?

What price could be equal to a life?

Of course, there were many other life-saving items, such as bionic kidneys and hearts, but these couldn't be carried.

Qingchen felt a bit melancholic. While he was still figuring out how to become an extraordinary being, someone was already doing business.

But he couldn't use this method now.

If you wanted to trade in physical items, you would inevitably expose your identity.

Of course, you could also bring back technology on a USB drive, but how many transmigrators could access the core technology of the Inner World? Maybe in the future, but not now.

So far, Qingchen had found it difficult to access information from the outside world in that Prison No. 18.

The most important thing was to maintain a good relationship with Uncle Li.

Wait, Qingchen suddenly realized that this mysterious organization was also buying mechanical limbs!

Just a few days ago, a transmigrator had his legs cut off, and now these people were offering a huge reward for them. This would likely encourage more crimes against transmigrators!

At this moment, Qingchen suddenly remembered the two strange men he had seen in the courtyard when he came home from school.

He quietly walked to the window, pulled the curtain aside slightly, and looked outside.

However, the two men who had been squatting outside were nowhere to be seen.

Qingchen hesitated for only three seconds before immediately dialing 110: "Hello, this is Building 12, Compound 4, Xingzhu Road. I noticed two suspicious men this evening, and I think they have ill intentions."

He hesitated because if he was wrong, he would be reporting a false alarm.

The female operator on the other end of the phone confirmed, "You're at Compound 4, Xingzhu Road, right? I'll confirm again, you saw two unfamiliar men in the neighborhood..."

Before she could finish, a scream suddenly came from upstairs!

"Please send the police immediately, thank you!" Qingchen said and hung up.

His judgment was correct; those two men were after Jiang Xue.

When he passed by them, they had looked in four directions, one of which was Jiang Xue's window!

Qingchen went to the kitchen and picked up the entrenching tool he had bought. As he was about to leave, he hesitated again.

He was just an ordinary 17-year-old student. He had seen death, but he was still an ordinary person!

The other side was two adults, maybe more. Could he handle them?

With a click, Qingchen turned the doorknob and rushed out with the entrenching tool.

He wasn't a good Samaritan; he was very selfish. He had been indifferent when he saw a classmate go crazy in Prison No. 18.

But he couldn't stand by and watch a child like Li Tongyun be harmed!

At one moment, he thought that even if he had extraordinary abilities, without the corresponding courage, those abilities would be useless.

However, just as he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man rolling down the stairs.

His arm was twisted in an irregular way, and he was already unconscious on the sloping stairs.

Next to him was a spring knife.

Qingchen looked up and saw Jiang Xue standing upstairs, her face covered in blood, and her white long-sleeved T-shirt stained with blood.

One of her sleeves was torn, revealing a mechanical arm with blue glowing patterns, slender and powerful, beautiful yet hard.

Her whole body was trembling, but her eyes gradually became determined.

The feeling of a mother protecting her daughter was something ordinary people couldn't understand.

At this moment, Jiang Xue had a unique charm, a bit hardcore.

Jiang Xue looked at Qingchen, then at the entrenching tool in his hand, and calmed down before saying, "Thank you."

She knew Qingchen was there to help. Anyone who would help in such a situation, she had to remember.

"Was there only one person?" Qingchen asked.

"There was another one, but he ran away," Jiang Xue replied.

"Is Little Yun okay?" Qingchen asked.

"She's scared," Jiang Xue said.

Qingchen frowned. "Take care of Little Yun first."

With that, he rushed out of the building and saw a figure running away in the darkness.

Jiang Xue wanted to stop him, but before she could say anything, the young man had already disappeared into the night.

However, she suddenly realized that the person was running in another direction.