Chapter 687: Supplementary Medicine

Huang Suyue froze on the spot.

She stared intently at the wide-open theater gate in the distance, rubbing her eyes as if still in a dream, then a look of shock appeared on her face.

"Jinghong Tower... how is it open again??"

Logically, everyone in Jinghong Tower should have retreated to Willow Town by now. Kong Baosheng and his group wouldn't have left the theater doors open when they departed. Seeing the open theater doors, Huang Suyue's heart skipped a beat.

Could he have returned?

A figure in red flashed through Huang Suyue's mind, but she quickly suppressed the thought. After giving a few instructions to the busy people around her, she quickly ran towards Jinghong Tower.

"Miss Huang?!"

"Kong Baosheng!!!"

As she recognized the young figure behind the theater door, both exclaimed simultaneously.

"Why are you still here?" Huang Suyue asked, looking into the theater in surprise. "Where's Li Qingshan?? Didn't he take you with him?"

"Mr. Li did take me away, but then some things happened... In short, only I returned." Kong Baosheng glanced at the busy convoy outside. "Miss Huang, why haven't you left either?"

"I also came back midway... No, this isn't the time to talk about that."

Huang Suyue's expression immediately became very serious.

"You can't stay here anymore; it's very dangerous outside! There's an underground shelter not far from here. I'll have someone take you there right away."

"Aren't you going?"

"I will go, but not now."

Boom—!!!

A sudden roaring explosion interrupted their conversation.

Huang Suyue sharply looked towards the direction of the explosion, seeing dense smoke rising from a certain area—the exact direction where Uncle Quan and others had gone to set up explosives.

Silver monsters had already stepped into the trap of another shelter.

Seeing this, Huang Suyue's expression grew even more solemn. She immediately called a bodyguard and asked him to guide Kong Baosheng.

"Remember, once you enter the shelter, don't come out, understand?" Huang Suyue instructed.

Kong Baosheng nodded, and just as he was about to say something, a loud grumble came from his stomach. He instantly felt a bit embarrassed.

Huang Suyue paused, then looked at the young man who was lowering his head as if he'd made a mistake. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. She turned around, took a bag of bread from a truck loaded with various supplies, and handed it to Kong Baosheng:

"Take this and eat."

By this time, most of the supplies on the truck had been moved, with the majority of bread, water, and other provisions already transported to nearby underground shelters. Even so, the small mountain of remaining goods in the truck was enough to make Kong Baosheng's eyes widen in shock.

"Miss Huang, where did you get so much food from?"

Standing in front of the roaring convoy, Huang Suyue smiled faintly: "People always need to eat, don't they?"

Explosives are for protection;Bread is for survival.

Huang Suyue had exhausted her family fortune, exchanging it for a sharp sword and a benevolent shield. She stood upon the devastated ruins, like a warrior clad in armor.

Kong Baosheng stared blankly at her smile, frozen for a moment.

At the same time, another bodyguard stepped forward.

"Miss, explosives have been deployed at the two buildings you marked. Where should the third be deployed?"

"...Wait a moment." Huang Suyue looked back at Kong Baosheng.

"You should leave quickly; there's no time."

Huang Suyue waved her hand, bidding farewell to Kong Baosheng. The bodyguard then quickly led the bewildered young man towards the other side of the street.

Kong Baosheng occasionally looked back. The yellow long dress and the roaring convoy remained in place, as if diligently deploying something in the cold wind.

The first time Kong Baosheng met Huang Suyue, she offered to subsidize his life with a charity fund. Every time thereafter, Huang Suyue showed him great care; after his grandmother's death, she even sent someone specifically across the ruins to deliver flowers. Although he didn't know what Huang Suyue was planning this time, he could feel that something within her was shining brightly.

He hugged the bread tightly to his chest and murmured:

"Miss Huang is truly a good person... just like Mr. Li."

Kong Baosheng withdrew his gaze, preparing to follow the bodyguard to the shelter. But the next moment, he and the bodyguard stopped simultaneously, freezing like statues!

At the end of the street, three tall silver monsters were slowly approaching, moving through the curtain of rain.

Above Red Dust Main City.

Above the heavy rain clouds, an alchemy array so vast it almost covered half of the Red Dust Realm was slowly operating. Its intricate, hair-raising patterns intertwined, resembling the eye of a shaman god gazing down upon Red Dust when viewed from the sky.

Under the influence of this massive alchemy array, immense quantities of souls rose from every corner of the Red Dust Realm. Some came from the hundreds of towns swept by fiery rain, others from the chaotic Red Dust Main City. These wailing, tormented souls seemed to be torn by an invisible hand, forcibly drawn into the array, gradually compressing and deforming amidst countless flickering red electric currents.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

In the center of the alchemy array, Brand, covered in injuries, coughed violently, his face still utterly pale.

"Those from the Hall, they really went too far with their attack!"

Brand had not yet recovered from the recent life-or-death crisis. Fortunately, he no longer needed to join the battlefield; his sole task now was to maintain this massive alchemy array. In the Realm War, immense numbers of souls were being drawn in by him like a storm, and the speed of crafting the Philosopher's Stone was astonishingly fast!

His long robe, red with gold patterns, billowed amidst the wailing of countless resentful souls. Countless red lightning bolts struck the void before him. Faintly, a scarlet gem was slowly forming.

The formation of this Philosopher's Stone meant that, since the outbreak of the Realm War, a million living beings had perished.

And as the Realm War grew more intense, this number was increasing exponentially!

Brand extended his hand and gently pinched the freshly formed Philosopher's Stone. Under the dim light, it shone like a condensed crimson sun, its mysterious radiance captivating anyone who gazed upon it.

"The next Philosopher's Stone is almost ready too, just a few tens of thousands of souls short... but I'll send this one over first."

Brand looked up. Above the sky, a 1:1 replica of an embroidered silk realm swayed wildly like a thin painting. Two figures clashed rapidly within it, and the embroidered surface of the painting churned ceaselessly like a tempestuous sea under the aftermath of their struggle.

"My Lord, your tonic has arrived."

Brand chuckled lightly, then forcefully tossed the Philosopher's Stone from his hand upwards. The red gem instantly transformed into a meteor, plummeting rapidly into the embroidered realm!