Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day

Chapter 991 695: Burst of Luck! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Li Zheng and Mireille returned to the Outer City, appearing at the entrance of Sector 902.

After coming back, he looked at the two new teleportation gate receptionists who replaced Mo Li and was suddenly taken aback.

Mireille asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Zheng said, "I just realized, Mo Li went with us from here to the wilderness, then she should come back here too, right?"

"Logically speaking, it should be like that," Mireille nodded.

"Tsk," Li Zheng smacked his lips and said, "Without Mo Li present, none of the three tribe members know Zhan Zhouzhou. With Dan Fenglai's temper, it might rile Zhan Zhouzhou…"

Zhan Zhouzhou's temper isn't exactly good; drawing her sword at the drop of a hat is pretty normal.

Not to mention her weapon is formed through genetic ability, extremely convenient to carry along...

"Oh well, letting Dan Fenglai suffer a bit isn't so bad." Li Zheng thought to himself, hoping the acting tribe leader appointed by the Blood Queen could curb Dan Fenglai's bad temper, or else trouble would be waiting once he gets back.

The two new receptionists from Sector 902 came over to ask if they were transferring or just returned. The two said it was a transfer, and the receptionists asked where they were heading, opened the gate, and let them leave.

From Sector 902 to 375 was quite far, and the two hurried along without pause, returning to the Gravity Research Institute when it was already dark.

Professor Roska had just finished work, but Feng Yue was still organizing some materials. Seeing them return, he was very pleased: "Pathfinder, you finally returned. Professor Roska has been thinking about you for days, praying every day for you to show up soon."

Since Li Zheng came, Professor Roska had lost interest in studying the changes of the turtle tribe under the Gravity Field, thinking about Li Zheng every day.

Feng Yue had heard Professor Roska chanting Li Zheng's name these days so much that his ears were about to get calloused.

He once thought about hiding in the Sin Domain for some quiet days but feared missing Li Zheng's return, so he could only bide his time enduring Roska's chant.

Fortunately, Li Zheng finally returned.

He looked behind Li Zheng and asked in surprise: "Pathfinder, weren't you saying you were picking up your daughter? Why isn't she back with you?"

"I let her go home first by herself," Li Zheng said. "Something came up during the outing, and my body needs a day or two to recuperate. When you see Professor tomorrow, tell him that after my recovery, I'll be back to continue training."

"Ah?" Feng Yue's face fell: "Still need two days…"

As long as Li Zheng isn't training, Roska will keep chanting every day, and the one suffering will be him.

"Yeah, there's no choice; my wife insists that I rest for two days. Otherwise, I'd be back training tomorrow." Li Zheng said helplessly, Mireille worried about his body, repeatedly insisting on the way back that he should ensure his health was fully recovered before continuing training; otherwise, she'd wait at the door, not letting him in.

"Then..." Feng Yue glanced at Mireille, finding her glaring at him, making him shrink back, almost hiding his head under the turtle shell on his back: "Alright, I'll pass the message to the professor."

Finally, he reminded: "Though you'd better be prepared mentally, once Professor Roska knows you're back, he'll definitely stop by to visit you... hmm, he's been a bit obsessed these days, may be a bit annoying."

This was mainly directed at Mireille; he feared she'd get mad and throw the professor out, causing unpleasantness.

"It's no problem," Mireille said. "I'll host him when he comes."

She then supported Li Zheng back to the rental.

Throughout the day, Li Zheng felt a lot better, already able to walk by himself.

But Mireille was worried, insisting on supporting him, afraid he'd suddenly collapse.

Back at the rental, they casually prepared some food, bathed, and changed clothes, washing their hands clean.

Mireille curiously watched Li Zheng washing his hands hard in the small bathroom: "What are you doing? Want to scrub off your skin?"

"You don't understand," Li Zheng said. "This is mysticism from my hometown. When you're about to do something where luck decides the outcome, washing your hands clean can improve your luck."

"Oh…" Mireille pondered, "Then why never washed your hands before?"

"..." Li Zheng was at a loss, then said, "Good question, don't ask next time."

He didn't wash before, having full confidence in his own face.

But not anymore; Li Zheng accepted fate; his face wasn't as bright as imagined.

Especially since Phoenix Mountain hadn't entered Outer City yet, he couldn't benefit from the lucky Buff.

The pile of Wish Stone Fragments in the capsule was proof enough.

After washing hands, Li Zheng wiped the water off and came out of the bathroom, praying sincerely: "Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, bless me with a burst of luck so I can open ten or eight Bone Marrow Cleansing Pills… five… no, no, three would do, two would be satisfying too… please…"

Mireille listened to him muttering and asked curiously: "Is this also mysticism?"

"Yeah," Li Zheng said. "It's called grasping Buddha's feet at the last moment, often very effective!"

"Alright, is it time to extract the treasure chest now?" Mireille was eager: "I can't wait to see the power of mysticism."

"Yes!" Li Zheng responded with spirit, "Extract!"

Dong!

A treasure chest appeared out of thin air, hitting the ground emitting the sound of wood striking the floor.

"Why is it a wooden treasure chest?" Li Zheng was stunned.

The treasure chests previously extracted were mostly metal or stone, but a purely wooden chest appeared for the first time.

He examined carefully; the outside of this treasure chest was painted with golden humanoid sketches using what seemed like ink or paint, with crisscrossing lines and densely packed dots along the lines.

"This image looks so much like the meridian and acupuncture point chart used in Chinese medicine clinics." Li Zheng scratched his head. Except for the lack of written notes on each dot and line, it was almost identical to a meridian and acupuncture chart.

"What's the meridian and acupuncture chart?" Mireille asked, "Like the Hundred Flowers Painting, does it also bring changes to the Spiritual Realm?"

"It's a medical aid... also quite mystical." Li Zheng's knowledge of Chinese medicine was limited to when he had the rash as a child and was cured over a month with herbal medication.

"Mysticism plus mysticism… there's hope for good stuff in this treasure chest!" Mireille's eyes lit up, urging, "Quick, open it to see what's inside!"

"Alright."

Li Zheng lifted the lid, revealing a small jade bottle inside the treasure chest.

Seeing this bottle, he finally felt excited: "At last, it's not Wish Stone Fragments! Thank you, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother…"

He thanked the deities from heaven and earth and reached in to take the bottle out.

The small jade bottle was about palm-sized, sealed with a red silk cloth stopper, and when gently shaken, a crisp clinking sound came from inside, indicating there were quite a few!