After entering several passwords at the room door, Aunt Meng pushed the door open and led a few people inside.
As soon as the room door opened, a strong sense of technology surged in.
The color scheme of the room was all in cool tones, with a count of colors, probably silver, black, white, blue, and purple.
Apart from the bed and some furniture, everything else was either silver metallic or glass-like in appearance.
Once they stepped into the room, the group walked to the bedside.
Directly atop lay a delicately beautiful girl, whose features were soft and doll-like, making her resemble an exquisite porcelain doll.
The girl wore a black-and-white robe, with her long hair flowing freely, no hair ornaments, two strands of hair neatly arranged from each cheek to her shoulders, extending all the way to her waist.
Her hands were interlaced, resting on her abdomen.
The girl’s skin was very pale, morbidly white, lips devoid of color, appearing lifeless under the stark white light.
Aunt Meng looked at Yan Qian lying on the bed, finally sitting at the bedside, smoothing her hair with a hand as she spoke somberly, "The Lord God has been asleep for three years now, and though I watch every day, there’s no sign of waking."
Gu Zhiqi stared at Yan Qian for a long time before speaking, "Let me see."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Meng immediately stood up to make way for Gu Zhiqi.
After Gu Zhiqi sat down, she first took Yan Qian’s pulse, then scanned her body with the Illusion Pupil.
Then discovered that Yan Qian’s body had no soul.
Unless her soul is retrieved, even if this body awakens, it would just be a walking corpse.
"Miss Gu, how is it? Is there a way to wake the Lord God?"
Seeing Gu Zhiqi finished taking the pulse, Aunt Meng immediately asked.
Gu Zhiqi: "It’s best not to let her awaken."
Aunt Meng: ?
A question mark hung over her head as she looked at Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi continued, "Her soul has not returned yet."
Hearing this, Aunt Meng let out a light sigh.
After answering Aunt Meng, Gu Zhiqi lowered her eyes slightly, beginning to divine Yan Qian’s soul whereabouts.
Seeing this, Aunt Meng’s pupils contracted slightly, "Gu..."
She only uttered one word, fearing to disturb Gu Zhiqi and cause her worse backlash, so she kept silent.
Yet, her eyes revealed anxiety.
Yan Qian is the Lord God, not just anyone can divine for her; otherwise, they would face backlash, resulting in injuries or even death.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi calculating, Aunt Meng knew she was divining Yan Qian’s whereabouts and wanted to stop her.
However, being interrupted during divination would also cause backlash, so Aunt Meng’s heart was extremely anxious, fearing that Gu Zhiqi might encounter mishap.
Noticing the anxiety on Aunt Meng’s face, Su Yunling and Tang Yichen also realized something was amiss, both furrowing their brows, anxiously watching Gu Zhiqi.
Time stretched interminably, no one knew how long passed, then Gu Zhiqi, sitting at the bedside, moved.
As she opened her eyes, a thread of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing this, Su Yunling’s pupils shrank, rushing forward, "Zhizhi!"
Upon just touching Gu Zhiqi, she was pulled aside by Gu Zhiqi, holding her hand.
Immediately, Gu Zhiqi spat out a mouthful of blood, directly spilling it where Su Yunling had just been standing, instantly staining the silver-gray floor red.
The sight was glaringly vivid.
Seeing this, Su Yunling felt as though something was binding his heart tighter and tighter, causing severe pain.
He immediately bent down, grabbed Gu Zhiqi’s arm, lifted her up, and held her in his embrace, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Gu Zhiqi popped a pill into her mouth, then closed her eyes and leaned against Su Yunling’s chest.
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