As a “Zodiac,” why would she go to such lengths to convey information about Wen Qiaoyun to him?

What benefit would that bring to her?

Qi Xia’s train of thought hit a slight roadblock as he reached this point in his speculation, feeling like he was missing some crucial clues.

He knew that “Zodiac” and “Participants” had always been opposing camps, the two forces with the strongest conflicts and contradictions in this land.

Even if Earth-Horse truly wanted to show appreciation for someone, given her personality, it would definitely be through gritted-teeth evaluations.

She absolutely would not say something like “even Wen Qiaoyun failed.”

“Because you have no reason to hope for Wen Qiaoyun’s success…” Qi Xia once again stroked his chin. “Which means that as a ‘Zodiac,’ you inadvertently spoke words that would only be said from a ‘Participant’s’ perspective… So these words were told to you by someone else…? A Participant…?”

Qi Xia recalled how Qiao Jiajin had used “Breaking Ten Thousand Laws” to instantly disable the mechanisms in Earth-Horse’s game venue, indicating that long ago, those mechanisms must have been created by someone using “Echo.” This meant that “Participants” had previously helped the “Zodiac,” after all, “Zodiacs Never Echo.”

Using the simplest line of reasoning, Earth-Horse had once asked one or more “Participants” for help, owing them a favor, and her current actions were repaying that favor.

“These two games I participated in this time have truly been immensely beneficial to me.”

Qi Xia nodded slightly, knowing that what he needed most right now was intelligence.

Since memory couldn’t be controlled, he could only place all his hopes on intelligence. Each Earth-level game could yield a large amount of intelligence.

He knew he was different from other Participants—he only needed a trace of intelligence. Whether it was a single sentence or a glance from someone, he could find a way to strip away the complete picture of the situation.

“When I completely understand the ‘Land of the End,’ that will be the beginning of its overthrow.” Qi Xia raised his head to look at the earthy yellow sun against the crimson sky, as if calling out to someone across the distance.

And on that sun, there were always threads of black lines spreading inward from all sides.

The door of the building in front opened, and Qian Wu led a group of team members out. This time, Qian Wu appeared as a young man.

He and the people behind him looked uninjured, just slightly fatigued. It seemed they had participated not in a physical game, but rather a mental one.

“Fifth Brother!”

The surrounding “Cat” team members walked forward one after another, and after discovering everyone was unharmed, they finally relaxed.

Qian Wu hadn’t expected that two teams had already gathered here, with quite a few injured among them. His expression instantly grew heavy, and without even greeting them, he hurried forward to check on everyone’s condition.

“Fifth Brother, we’re fine!” Qiu Twenty of “Strong Wind” quickly waved his hand. “You need to check on Brother Qiao first—his condition is bad!”

After hearing this, Qian Wu came to Qiao Jiajin’s side and turned over his body.

He looked like both his arms were broken, his ribs collapsed, and his entire body had many bullet-wound-like perforations and small areas of burns. He was truly seriously injured. If it weren’t for Qiao Jiajin’s physical constitution being better than most people’s, he would likely already be dead.

Seeing Qian Wu’s movements, Qi Xia also walked forward two steps. He had never witnessed Qian Wu’s life-saving abilities with his own eyes, and this was a good opportunity to understand the other person.

Qian Wu made no particular movements, only raised his head to survey everyone, as if selecting something. After a short while, he locked onto Luo Shiyi.

“Eleven.”

“Coming, Fifth Brother.” Luo Shiyi instantly understood Qian Wu’s meaning and walked forward, extending his hand.

Qi Xia stood not far away observing, discovering that this man called Luo Shiyi had a physique roughly similar to Qiao Jiajin’s from certain angles, only slightly thinner than Qiao Jiajin.

Qian Wu reached out his right hand to touch Luo Shiyi’s arm, and his body shape instantly changed, looking exactly like Luo Shiyi.

Qi Xia furrowed his brows, staring at Qian Wu’s every move. He slowly released Luo Shiyi’s hand, then used his left hand to touch Qiao Jiajin. The body shape of Qiao Jiajin lying on the ground also instantly began to change.

The entire transformation process was completed almost instantaneously. Before Qi Xia could clearly see the details, Qiao Jiajin’s broken arms had recovered to their original state, and the various wounds on his body also vanished completely in an instant.

Qi Xia gained a general understanding of the “Twin Flower” effect.

Qian Wu seemed to be a “medium.” He completed the healing effect by changing his own or the other person’s physical form.

Though it was called healing, the actual situation was more like rebuilding the other person’s body. He copied a body onto himself, then copied that body out again.

It appeared that this “Twin Flower,” which didn’t seem particularly powerful, had produced unexpected effects in Qian Wu’s hands.

Qi Xia recalled the first time he met Qian Wu—he had been a slender woman. That day, Qian Wu had single-handedly “healed” all the members’ severed hands, which should also have been influenced by this ability.

So then… what did Qian Wu’s true appearance actually look like?

Although Qi Xia already had some understanding of Qian Wu’s ability, there was still one crucial mystery that remained unsolved—Qian Wu’s “trump card.”

The remarkable aspect of “Twin Flower” wasn’t in randomly changing one’s own or another’s physical state, but rather in its ability to escape the great shuffle from “Heavenly-Dragon” and “Qinglong.”

Now, aside from the “Zodiac,” Qian Wu’s memory had been preserved the longest, all thanks to the “trump card” he had once mentioned.

Unfortunately, Qian Wu had never been willing to reveal it, and Qi Xia had no way of knowing.

In just one minute, Qian Wu had already healed the bodies of all the injured personnel in the team. Qiao Jiajin and the others slowly stood up at this moment.

“What the…?” Qiao Jiajin came to his senses and looked at his “brand new” body, feeling somewhat unable to accept it. “Where are my scars? How did I become so thin and small?”

“Who are you calling thin and small…” Luo Shiyi pouted as he looked at Qiao Jiajin. “You were at least resurrected using my body… How can you still be so picky?”

“Huh? I’m currently using ‘Doesn’t Know Pain’s’ body…”

“‘Forget Worry’!!” Luo Shiyi shouted loudly. “Don’t think I won’t scold you just because you saved our lives… Who are you calling ‘Doesn’t Know Pain’?”

Qian Wu walked to Qiao Jiajin’s side with a smile and nodded at him. “This is all I could do this time. Your body will return to normal the next time you’re resurrected. For now, just stay alive—you can’t fall here yet.”

“Oh… Alright then…” Qiao Jiajin answered in a daze.

Seeing that everyone had recovered their spirits, Qian Wu was about to show a relieved expression when he quickly frowned again. “Where’s Eighteen?”