"No way."
Xu Fu tasted a bite, then showed a look of enjoyment as he picked up some food and started eating. John Chou also began drinking, and even Rachel Lan moved closer, holding her wine glass and taking a small sip. Her cheeks immediately flushed, but only Vincent Swallow kept drinking, downing bottle after bottle.
In one breath, Vincent Swallow drank ten bottles of liquor. He wiped his mouth and said bitterly.
"Terrible, what an awful drink."
"Hey, if you think it's so awful, stop drinking. If you keep going, there won't be any left for the rest of us."
Xu Fu muttered something, while Vincent Swallow laughed and ate some food, showing no signs of drunkenness at all. This surprised me greatly. Previously, Vincent Swallow's drinking would frighten anyone, but now he seemed to loathe alcohol and found no pleasure in it.
After a while, we finished eating. Vincent Swallow began to carefully examine all the pages, but he could only recognize a few scattered characters. As for the content, with just these characters, it was impossible to make sense of it.
"They're just a bunch of characters. How do we connect them? John Chou, what do you think?"
"Aren't you the confident one..."
"Forget it, you do it. I'm not good at these meticulous tasks—this is your specialty, isn't it?"
Xu Fu, looking slightly tipsy, set down his pen as Vincent Swallow finished reading the last page. Then he spoke, his voice carrying a strange weight.
The Founders...
Those two words snapped Xu Fu and John Chou into sudden sobriety, as if a chill swept through the room.
Could it be the Founding Emperors?
I muttered, and John Chou gave a low chuckle, nodding slowly.
That’s really the only explanation. Legend says the clans of the Founding Emperors scattered, or more accurately, they became the ancestors of Yuna Ji and Yvonne May.
I hummed in agreement. After the Yellow Emperor defeated the Yan Emperor, the eight ancient surnames emerged, inheriting the Yellow Emperor’s bloodline. This document is truly important.
The rest of it is completely indecipherable. Sorry.
Vincent Swallow said this, and Xu Fu shook his head, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
If we can help him recover his memory, everything gets easier—at least we’ll know who taught him this script. Come on, I’ll take you to see your admired master.
As soon as Xu Fu finished speaking, Vincent Swallow’s face fell. He stared at Xu Fu in a daze, and I felt my eyes widen in shock.
What are you trying to do?
Psychological trauma lasts a lifetime. Even if you forget for a while, the scars remain deep within. That’s why this is the best way.
I couldn’t argue with Xu Fu, because this really was Vincent Swallow’s knot. So many years had passed, and he still couldn’t untangle it.
Let’s just leave it for now.
John Chou murmured, sipping his drink. He seemed to recall something, and a faint chuckle escaped him.
Even if his memory returns, he might not be able to read these characters.
What is it, John Chou? Did something come to mind?
John Chou nodded.
Have you ever heard of word spirits?