Chen Shouyi thought it over and over, and this was the only explanation.

He let out a sigh of relief.

Earlier, he was almost scared to pee himself; the momentum of this divine descent was just too strong.

It was as if the winds and clouds changed colors, and the world was about to collapse.

He had once seen the true form of the God of Hunting from afar in the outskirts of Ningzhou, but whether it be divine power or the commotion it caused, they were incomparably different, like clouds and mud.

"This time was really too reckless. If it weren't for that kind-hearted monster snake taking a disaster for him, the consequences would have been unpredictable," Chen Shouyi thought to himself, secretly reflecting:

"Ultimately, it's because I've become arrogant. Ever since I killed the possessed body of the God of Hunting, I've been noticeably less cautious, feeling that even in another world I could come and go freely!"

This incident taught him a good lesson.

"I still need to be low-key. I must stay cautious and never be so reckless again," Chen Shouyi sighed.

Like this time, if he had been a little more cautious and only considered escaping, there was no need to kill so many. But the more he killed, the more he couldn't stop, and the more excited he became.

Especially those priests, many of whom were a hundred meters away, and he still shot them one by one.

Not only did it waste time for escape, but it also completely alerted the River God.

Who knows what level of deity this River God is?

But at the very least, it must be a True God above a demigod.

At this moment, he felt his ear was wet.

No way!

Chen Shouyi's face darkened and he pulled off the Shell Lady who was clinging to his ear like an octopus.

Her body was still trembling slightly, and most of her little skirt was already wet.

"Why did you wet yourself?"

Chen Shouyi shouldn't have asked; once he did, the Shell Lady's emotions broke down, and she hugged Chen Shouyi's finger and burst into tears, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Boohoo... I couldn't hold it... this place is so scary... good Giant, let's go back quickly, I don't ever want to come here again... boohoo!" She held onto Chen Shouyi's finger tightly, her body shivering.

She was already terrified.

Chen Shouyi scratched his bald head awkwardly: "I told you not to come with me long ago, but you insisted on coming."

Upon hearing this, the Shell Lady stopped crying and mumbled, "But... I was worried about the good Giant."

What an excuse she came up with.

Obviously afraid of the darkness here but made an excuse of worrying about me.

Chen Shouyi didn't expose her: "Alright, let go of your hand."

"I won't let go!" The Shell Lady clung to her index finger and said coquettishly.

Considering she had just been so frightened, Chen Shouyi had to let her hold on to him.

He stood at the tunnel entrance for a while.

The sky was still quiet, so Chen Shouyi bravely returned to the Fluorite Cave to retrieve his backpack, then quickly left the other world.

Fortunately, before leaving the tunnel, the Shell Lady had proactively wanted to hide in the briefcase.

As soon as he stepped out of the tunnel, Chen Shouyi felt a wave of heat rush over him.

His cold skin suddenly warmed up.

The temperature in the other world was already below ten degrees Celsius, while on Earth, even at this time being late at night, it was still nearly forty degrees.

He walked through the long corridor and found the Female Martial Artist named Song Yanhong sitting in the hall waiting, her eyes red and swollen, looking distraught.

As soon as Chen Shouyi came out, she immediately stood up. Seeing Chen Shouyi was alone, her face turned pale with an ominous premonition, and she hurriedly approached him, anxiously asking, "Chief Advisor..."

Chen Shouyi shook his head: "Your companions have all... sacrificed themselves, my condolences."

Song Yanhong staggered upon hearing this, muttering to herself, "How could this be, how could this be..."

Chen Shouyi was silent for a while, bypassed Song Yanhong, walked out of the hall, called over a soldier on duty at the entrance, and took out his Martial Arts Instructor Certificate from his pocket: "I want to see your commander."

...

A few hours later.

When Chen Shouyi left the camp, it was already completely under martial law.

He rode his bicycle, looked back, and saw several large self-propelled artillery vehicles queuing to enter the base gate.

This was his final visit here!

It was already nine in the morning, the sun glaring, and the streets bustling with traffic.

As the number of trucks and buses increased, the urban area of Hedong City regained some of its liveliness.

Of course, it was only slightly restored; with the implementation of conscription, all eligible unemployed males had been enlisted.

The whole street seemed sparse, mostly occupied by the elderly and women.

Now, just in Hedong City, the soldier count was five hundred thousand.

Considering Hedong's ten million population, the ratio was twenty to one; if counting the militia, there were probably a million.

If not for maintaining this large army, Hedong couldn't remain as calm as it is now.

Chen Shouyi ate breakfast at a roadside stall and then quickly went home.

His home was empty. He found a large iron basin and salted the dozens of pounds of pork loin he brought. In such high temperatures without a refrigerator, if not processed, it would spoil by evening.

After doing all this, he returned to his bedroom, opened the briefcase, and found the Shell Lady already asleep.

"Wake up, I'll give you a bath," Chen Shouyi said, nudging her with his finger.

The Shell Lady mumbled unconsciously and turned over to continue sleeping.

Seeing her sleep so soundly, he had no choice but to give up.

He cautiously took off her urine-soaked skirt and brought it to his nose.

It seemed to have no odor.

He carried the little skirt to the bathroom, soaked it in water, applied soap, and began to wash it.

He looked at the mirror and sighed.

Ugh, raising a little child is such a hassle.

Feeding her, buying her toys, giving her baths, doing her laundry, sometimes even coaxing her.

To think he, a dignified Martial Artist, would have to do this kind of thing at home; it's really beneath his dignity.

After washing it, he hung the little skirt by the window to dry.

Then he took a bath, changed his clothes, picked up a large tome borrowed from the library titled "The Mystery of Thinking," and lay on the bed, casually flipping through.

Starting from the emergence of thinking, discussing the connection between thinking and the brain, the training of thinking, and then proposing the concept of thinking as the soul.

If the human body is compared to a computer, the body including the brain is the hardware, and thinking or the soul is the software. Logically speaking, if the hardware fails, the software cannot run, and when a person dies, everything vanishes.

However, since the connection with the other world, the soul has gained the support of the Original Force, allowing it to exist independently to a certain extent apart from the body.

However, this is also the mainstream academic view and has nothing new, being an old story, and Chen Shouyi has read at least several books with similar views.

He scanned through over a hundred pages at a glance, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over him. He closed the book, put it aside, closed his eyes, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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