Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 101 Brother, if I die, turn my corpse into a [Necromancer]

Chapter 102 Brother, if I die, turn my corpse into a [Necromancer]

However, upon hearing this answer, the younger sister did not relax; instead, she seemed even more frightened.

She couldn't help but rush over and hug Zhang Qingzhe tightly.

"Is it because of that [Necromancer] card?"

"Hmm!" Zhang Qingzhe replied.

"Who exactly is this person?"

Zhang Qingzhe hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to confess.

"—He's a member of the Deadpool organization."

"Brother, this is too dangerous!" Her voice trembled slightly.

"Don't worry. I've already cut off their leads."

"But I'm so afraid something will happen to you—" His sister buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

"I'll be fine."

"You smell of gunpowder on you."

The younger sister suddenly raised her head, her eyes a little red, and looked at him stubbornly, "It must have been very dangerous just now, right? And you still dare to say you won't get hurt."

"I'm really fine." Zhang Qingzhe gently hugged her from behind, patting her slender back like he was comforting a child. "See, I'm back safe and sound, aren't I?"

"Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum just now."

"It's fine."

"Brother, everything you've done—is it all because of me?"

The younger sister's voice grew softer and softer, tinged with a barely suppressed sob, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have seen those visions of the future, and you wouldn't have opened those blind boxes—"

"Don't say that."

Zhang Qingzhe gently ruffled her hair, his voice both gentle and firm, "You're my sister, it's only natural for me to protect you. Besides, I also got the [Necromancer] card because of it, so you could say we've come out ahead."

As Zhang Qingzhe spoke, he half-embraced his younger sister.

They slowly walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down together.

"But the [Necromancer] card is too high-level." His sister leaned against him and continued sullenly, "You need to reach at least the level of [Grand Card Master] to have any chance of controlling that LV7 card."

"Is that so?" Zhang Qingzhe nodded slightly. "That is indeed a bit troublesome."

"But that's not the worst part—"

The younger sister raised her pretty face and looked at him earnestly. "To use that card, you first need to obtain the corpse of a witch. Witches are extremely rare, and naturally, their lifespans are incredibly long. Moreover, once they reach the level of a 'Great Witch,' they often possess many methods of resurrection—"

Zhang Qingzhe listened quietly and nodded once again.

It seems that although I have obtained the [Necromancer] card, I probably won't have a chance to use it.

"I understand everything you've said. However, even if this card is temporarily unusable, I don't want it to fall into someone else's hands. Because it could very well affect your future—I absolutely will not allow anything that could potentially harm you to fall into someone else's possession."

"Brother—" Tears welled up in the younger sister's eyes.

She nestled even closer into her brother's arms, like a kitten seeking warmth, burying herself deeper and deeper in his embrace: "You're so good to me—if I ever die, turn my body into a necromancer. That way, I can stay with you forever—"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly frowned, extended two fingers, and gently pinched his sister's thin lips like small pliers, stopping her from saying anything unlucky. "You're not allowed to say things like that again. I won't let anything happen to you."

The younger sister blinked her big, moist eyes, her long eyelashes glistening with moisture.

She didn't say anything more, but obediently snuggled up to her brother, pressed her face against his chest, and listened to his steady and strong heartbeat.

The brother and sister nestled together in the quiet living room, drawing strength from each other's body heat.

As fatigue gradually overwhelmed them, they drifted off to sleep in this tranquil embrace.

I wonder if the brother and sister can still dream of each other's company?

In stark contrast to their peaceful slumber, the streets on the other side of the city were still bustling with activity.

Police officers completed a preliminary on-site inspection.

Subsequently, professional rescue teams arrived at the scene and removed all potentially hazardous materials.

Immediately afterwards, the construction team, which came from the "structural school," quickly moved into the site.

They must restore this street to a state that can be explained to the outside world before tomorrow's morning rush hour.

The so-called "explanation to the outside world" is actually what will be shown on tomorrow's morning news.

The announcer will insert a short news report, stating that a "small leak and explosion" has occurred in a gas pipeline outside a residential area.

Anyway!

No matter what happens in Green Island City, the gas company will take responsibility for everything.

The person in charge of directing operations on-site was team leader Feng Xiuyuan.

He smoked a cigarette with a hint of helplessness, gazing at the busy yet orderly construction site before him.

A gentle night breeze blew by, carrying a slight burnt smell, which made the "Big White General" in his hand smell a little off.

Soon, Xiao Liu, one of his subordinates, came running over and handed over the latest test report.

"Captain, it's confirmed."

Xiao Liu's tone was clearly excited: "The 'chameleon' is dead; this case can finally be closed."

He hadn't had a full night's sleep for several days, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable.

But the case can be closed tonight, and I can catch up on my sleep tomorrow.

After listening, Feng Xiuyuan exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"So, who killed the chameleon?" he asked, flicking his cigarette ash.

"I'm not quite sure about that."

Xiao Liu scratched his buzz cut and quickly flipped through the test report. "No clues were found at the scene. However, judging from the traces, the person who did it was extremely skilled. They took out two members of 'Deadpool' in less than fifteen minutes."

Feng Xiuyuan raised his head, his sharp eyes, those of a veteran special police officer, measuring the distance between the two explosion points.

"That person—after experiencing two explosions, he wasn't injured at all?" His tone was somewhat incredulous.

"We also find it strange. Let alone an injury, judging from the marks at the scene, there's probably not even a stain on the hem of his clothing."

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"That's incredible!"

Feng Xiuyuan stubbed out his cigarette and sighed softly, "It seems there are quite a few reclusive masters hidden in our Green Island City!"

"Captain, there's something I don't understand," Xiao Liu hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why is this person hiding and unwilling to cooperate with us officials?"

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