Chapter 135: Hmm, This Is the Title!

Leikèdùn, accompanied by Kelaien and the raven Wuya Anu, traversed the spirit realm and arrived at Saint Aising Hospital in the Beckland Bridge area.

Winter is approaching; although the hospital's corpse storage room does not keep bodies for long, management has become considerably more lax, and many corpses still spend the night there.

In the corpse storage room on the basement level of Saint Aising Hospital, a gloomy, cold sensation pervades the whole body.

Leikèdùn instinctively furrowed his brow; he dislikes this environment, which easily reminds him of horror movies he saw long ago.

"Why did you come to this hospital? Are there more bodies in the hospitals of the Beckland Bridge area?"

Leikèdùn asked curiously.

"About the same; many lower‑class poor here die of illness, and with nowhere at home to place the bodies, they usually store them in the hospital's corpse storage room."

Kelaien nodded and gave a detailed explanation of why they chose this hospital.

Leikèdùn, somewhat surprised, gave Kelaien a quick appraisal:

"You've prepared thoroughly for the detective identity! You even noticed these details."

"Because it's not just a disguise; it's also my job and source of income."

Kelaien replied while pulling a golden‑cased pocket watch from his coat and glancing at it. He timed it and withdrew the spiritual energy that had been wrapped around the Azke copper whistle.

Leikèdùn scanned the corpse storage room; after Kelaien reclaimed the spiritual energy of the Azke copper whistle, the necrotic realm's aura here instantly grew denser.

Through Leikèdùn's secret‑eye vision, the storage room was tinged with a dark, heavy ink‑green hue.

Time passed second by second, about one or two minutes. A corpse on the long table ahead suddenly sat up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The iron cabinets holding corpses around emitted rapid thudding sounds, as if something inside wanted to break out.

"Crimson!" Kelaien flung a Soul‑Calming Talisman at the corpse that had sat up on the long table.

The thudding from the iron cabinets instantly faded, and the corpse that had sat up on the long table lay down again.

A clear, radiant, pure warm light spread outward like water, centered on Leikèdùn. Wherever the light passed, all reanimated corpses were purified, and the lingering necrotic aura vanished instantly.

Kelaien looked up gratefully at Leikèdùn; his solution was far more perfect than simply putting the corpses to sleep.

Tap! Tap!

The elderly gatekeeper outside was drawn by the recent movement and light from the storage room, lifted his hand lantern, and approached.

Leikèdùn took two steps toward Kelaien, placed his hand on Kelaien's shoulder, and the three silhouettes—him, Kelaien, and the raven Wuya Anu—vanished swiftly inside the storage room.

Creak! The gatekeeper used a key to open the storage room's large door, raised his lantern, and carefully scanned every corner inside.

At No. 15 Mingsike Jie, the silhouettes of Kelaien, Leikèdùn, and the raven Wuya Anu flickered rapidly across the living room.

"Phew! We almost got caught; the spirit‑realm traversal is really handy!"

Kelaien couldn't help but sigh.

"After all, the Apprentice Path is the best route for creating seals."

Leikèdùn added.

Kelaien's expression faltered slightly; using his clown ability, he steadied his twitching mouth and said:

"Your joke isn't funny at all to a prodigy of the Apprentice Path."

"Why are you asking about the Soren family?"

Leikèdùn, taking advantage of Kelaien's relaxed moment, unexpectedly asked the question from the Tarot Society.

"I'm a bit curious."

Kelaien instinctively replied with a single word, then fell silent. He looked awkwardly at Leikèdùn, a slightly forced smile on his face, and said:

"How did you guess?"

"Just asked casually, but I didn't expect you to be so honest."

Leikèdùn looked at Kelaien with an unmistakable smile in his eyes.

"You," Kelaien said blankly, steadied his emotions, then with a candid expression declared:

"Indeed, I am the World of the Tarot Society."

With the "World" identity as a cover, Al should have no further doubts; my Fool identity must stay hidden—being discovered by others is troublesome, but if Al learns more, it would be social death.

Kelaien recalled Emperor Rossell, who had already suffered social death before him; he didn't want to follow the emperor's footsteps into social death at another time‑traveler's hands.

Leikèdùn eyed Kelaien suspiciously, feeling the latter's mental activity was rich at that moment.

Inspiration struck his mind; Leikèdùn reached into the void, and via the spirit‑realm connection, pulled out several sheets of paper that were placed in the opposite house.

Kelaien stared at the two pale‑yellow sheets that suddenly appeared in Leikèdùn's hand, and his diviner's intuition sensed a bad omen.

"It just occurred to me—when we were in Tinggen, because you were in a low mood, I didn't give you those two paintings."

Speaking, Leikèdùn handed over the two watercolor paintings Kelaien had made when he first revived.

Kelaien reluctantly took the two paintings Leikèdùn offered.

One depicted himself crawling out of a grave, with half his body protruding, in watercolor;

The other was a cartoon‑style black cat wearing a top hat, also half‑emerged from a grave, rendered in watercolor.

The hat‑wearing black cat inexplicably reminded Kelaien of himself, causing his brows to furrow repeatedly.

"Was that what you were holding back then?"

Kelaien recalled that when he had just crawled out of the grave, Leikèdùn indeed held two pale‑yellow sheets, though he quickly tucked them away.

"Very vivid, right?"

Leikèdùn raised an eyebrow, his face full of an unhidden grin.

Kelaien was at a loss for words; the sentence he was about to speak turned into a sigh:

"Your hobby is truly unique!"

Under Kelaien's bewildered gaze, Leikèdùn, with the raven Wuya Anu, stepped into the spirit realm and returned to the room opposite the street.

"A tiring day finally ends!"

Stretching lazily and sighing, Lei Kedun walked to the second‑floor washroom, quickly freshened up, then collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He woke the next day, already close to noon.

After going out to buy two packed lunches, Lei Kedun sat in the dining hall eating freshly roasted lamb chops and the wine made by Tu Ba Ge.

Crow Anu and Tu Ba Ge sat directly at the table, eating their own portions.

At that moment Lei Kedun's spiritual intuition was triggered, and a book forged of gold fell from the spirit realm.

A mouth‑shaped crack split the golden cover:

"My dear master! The extraordinary traits you need have fully manifested. The great supreme Mr. Huang asks me to tell you to take them quickly, and do not create any strange items, especially any odd side effects."

Lei Kedun raised an eyebrow; he felt the book had deliberately appeared while he was eating.

He ignored the latter words, asked with slight doubt:

"Do you respect Mr. Huang that much?"

"Of course. I revere every learned scholar, especially one who is also a wise angel."

The messenger kept shaking the book as it spoke.

"My dear master, allow me to sing praises of my lord for a while. I cannot help but recite my lord's brilliance every day!"

Without waiting for Lei Kedun's reply, the messenger began to extol the god of Knowledge and Wisdom on its own.

Lei Kedun skillfully cast a spell to temporarily block his hearing; Crow and Tu Ba Ge took their food and hurried out of the dining hall.

For a moment the room was filled only with the messenger's self‑absorbed hymn to the god of Knowledge and Wisdom.

While eating the food on his plate, Lei Kedun muttered to himself:

"Why are most side effects of the Sun Path praising the sun? Does the Eternal Blazing Sun love singing so much, and also enjoy hearing others sing? And it's terribly off‑key!"

"No wonder Knowledge, Storm, and Sun are mutually hostile; besides their own path reasons, I think their relationships are inherently poor."

He silently finished the lunch, drained the last sip of wine from his cup, and sat on the chair for a while. The messenger finally completed today's hymn and returned to the spirit realm.

Lei Kedun sighed helplessly, now understanding why Mr. Huang found the ever‑chanting book so noisy.

If it weren't his own messenger, Lei Kedun would also have thrown it back to the spirit realm whenever it sang praises of the god of Knowledge.

After tidying the table, Lei Kedun returned to the second‑floor study.

He swiftly gathered the materials, set up the ritual to retrieve items from the library, and extracted the traits that had sequentially emerged from the Demon Badge and the Conspirator Trait.

In Lei Kedun's hand was a crimson object resembling a heart. That "heart" slowly expanded and contracted, tiny invisible flames spouting from the small pores on its surface.

"A creature based on flame—unfortunately I lack enough material; otherwise I'd love to forge a phoenix. But a phoenix would require traits of at least Sequence Four to have sufficient stature."

(End of chapter)