Chapter 200: 200, I didn't do it

Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "Your teacher only wants you to study hard and do research in the future, isn't that better than this?"

A student said, "But we can't always rely on others."

Ren Xiaosu glanced at Jiang Wu and said, "Alright, I'll teach you tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir," the students said earnestly.

This round, there were another twenty or so gratitude coins. Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that deciding to take these students was one of his wisest decisions!

At this moment,

Someone among the refugees whispered, "Shall we go apologize to them?"

"Would it help?" someone asked in confusion.

"We've all apologized to him, what else does he want?" a middle-aged woman said.

But in the end, no one dared to speak to Ren Xiaosu and the others, not even the courage to apologize.

Only a group of refugees who hadn't participated in their rabbit-snatching and stayed far away, fearing they might be struck by lightning along with this group.

However, the refugees who didn't participate were few, making up only about 20% of the total. They still maintained their sanity and moral boundaries at that time.

It turned out they were right. Although Ren Xiaosu had already killed the instigator, he was still a bit angry. In the middle of the night, he was considering whether to open a few shadow doors to grab some snow from afar and put out the refugees' bonfires...

Yet the one whose values were most shaken was not Jiang Wu and her students, but Chen Wuji.

During the meat distribution, Chen Wuji sat by the bonfire holding a small wooden stick.

When Ren Xiaosu gave him the meat, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Wuji thought for a moment and said, "Just now, I felt those people were like clusters of darkness, trying to devour me."

The long-silent palace spoke: "Mission: Help Chen Wuji stabilize his condition."

Actually, even if the palace didn't speak, Ren Xiaosu would do it. But perhaps the palace also approved of Chen Wuji's spirit, not wanting him to be defeated by reality, so it issued a mission for Ren Xiaosu to help him.

But your palace's reasoning seems a bit off. Does stabilizing his condition mean you don't want his illness to get better or what?!

Ren Xiaosu thought for a long time and suddenly said, "Humans are constantly being struck by reality, by the ugliness of their own kind. Gradually, everyone begins to feel that nothing has meaning, so they seek light in the darkness."

Chen Wuji looked bewildered: "Master, what's wrong with this world?"

This time, Ren Xiaosu spoke seriously: "But think about it, if you feel like you're being swallowed by darkness all the time, doesn't that mean you are the light?"

Chen Wuji's eyes lit up: "Really, Master?"

"Really."

"Mission completed: Reward 1.0 strength."

At this point, Ren Xiaosu's physical condition had reached 9.5 strength and 6.1 agility. Now he couldn't precisely calculate how heavy his punch was, but when this strength and agility were amplified onto his shadow, it became even more terrifying destructive power.

But Ren Xiaosu didn't want strength now; he wanted a few basic skill learning maps to learn others' cycling skills...

...

When dawn broke, Ren Xiaosu and the others quickly packed up and prepared to leave. They had followed the main group out of fear of wolf packs, but now that Ren Xiaosu found the wolves wouldn't attack them, he decided to speed up their progress. The sooner they found a new human settlement, the better to determine the direction of the 88th Barrier and adjust their route.

Ren Xiaosu no longer planned to enter a new barrier; he just needed to ask for directions in the town outside the barrier. This would also avoid conflicts with the power controllers inside the barrier.

After all, there were too many supernatural beings in their team, and they might be seen as imaginary enemies by the barrier managers.

However, they had eaten meat and had blankets, while other refugees didn't.

Many refugees, in order to quench their thirst, ate ice directly. By morning, about half of them had flushed faces and high body temperatures, looking like they couldn't get up.

Ren Xiaosu knew best that even the cleanest snow in the wilderness needed to be boiled for fifteen minutes before drinking.

Bacteria were one of the deadliest things in this wilderness, but because they couldn't be seen, people ignored their existence.

A man with a flushed face blocked Ren Xiaosu's path, begging, "You're so well-prepared, you must have antibiotics or something. Please give me some, or I won't survive."

Ren Xiaosu looked at Yan Liuyuan, who said, "He was among those causing trouble."

Ren Xiaosu ignored him after hearing Yan's words, letting the man continue begging behind him.

Suddenly, the man seemed to have long noticed that Jiang Wu was the kind-hearted one, so he turned to beg Jiang Wu.

But now Jiang Wu was no longer the inexperienced teacher she once was. She told her students, "Hurry up, keep up with the group. Remember this man; he tried to rob us yesterday."

As they walked, Ren Xiaosu loudly taught the others survival skills in the wilderness: "It's not the season for cycads, but remember this when you encounter wild fruits in the future: ninety percent of purple, blue, and black fruits are edible, while only fifty percent of red, green, and yellow ones are. So when you're starving, it's best to eat the purple, blue, and black ones first..."

The students rode bicycles, and suddenly felt that the young man, even sitting on the back seat, seemed to grow taller in his back view...

In the refugee group, a child shouted to an old lady, "Grandma, I want to ride a bike too! Get me one!"

His grandmother, who had been acting all high and mighty, didn't know how to answer her grandson, but saw him push her hand away and start crying, "You're not a good grandma, I want my parents."

As refugees passed by them, each looked numb, with no sympathy or help.

...

In the heavy snow at the frontier, Xu Xianchu slowly advanced through the raging wind and snow, carrying a floating black pot. The snow was already waist-deep. If not for the shadow beneath him, he probably couldn't have moved at all.

Suddenly, over ten people wrapped in white cloth camouflage crawled out of the snow, pointing guns at the black pot. One man shouted over the wind, "This is the 178th Barrier's Third Battle Regiment! State your identity!"

Upon hearing the words "178th Barrier," Xu Xianchu's spirits lifted. He shouted, "I'm Xu Xianchu from the 113th Barrier! Here's a letter of introduction from Zhang Jinglin!"

The soldiers froze at the mention of Zhang Jinglin's name. They cautiously approached, one took the letter, while the others stood guard, their guns never leaving Xu Xianchu's shadow. However, the black pot and shadow looked a bit eerie: "Brother, you're a supernatural being, aren't you? How do you have two abilities?"

The ambush scouts in the snow seemed to know a lot about supernatural beings. Xu Xianchu was stunned by the question: "I don't know either, can't you have two?"

The speaker checked the letter and said to the others, "It's really the commander's handwriting, and the code matches."

They nodded: "Brother, come with us!"

As they walked, they headed toward the distant 178th Barrier. At this time, the walls of the 178th Barrier had turned white, as if sealed by solid ice, exuding a sense of vicissitudes and desolation.

Yet it was particularly majestic.

They walked against the wind and snow, and someone suddenly asked, "Brother, did you come from the 113th Barrier? That's quite far!"

Xu Xianchu shouted in the wind, "I came from 113, went to 112, then had to go to the 109th Barrier, and finally came this way."

The people beside him were stunned: "Brother, all the barriers you've been to are gone..."

At this moment, everyone around Xu Xianchu stopped, as if seriously considering whether to take him to the 178th Barrier...

Xu Xianchu held it in for a long time: "It wasn't me..."

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