In the cabin, Zhou Ping saw the scene below through the porthole window, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
"How is this going?"
Looking down from a high altitude, on the vast land, a straight black straight line cuts through half of the city. A large number of streets and buildings are cut off by this black straight line, and the break is extremely smooth.
On the left side of the black line, half of the city is intact, while on the right side of the black line... it is empty.
There are no buildings, no streets, no land, no life... The ground sank neatly by nearly a hundred meters, as if a huge shovel had lifted half of the city up from the ground and disappeared without a trace.
The disappeared half of the city stretches all the way to the border of rolling fog.
"Where is this half of the city?" Zhou Ping turned to look at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stared at the earth below and spoke slowly:
"After Fengshenxiu was born, he dug up the half of the city closest to the border of the fog, and escaped into the fog with the population of more than 10,000 people above it, as well as the mountains, forests, rivers... and the Fengdu itself underground."
"He took half the city away?" Zhou Ping said in shock, "Why did he do this?"
"I don't know." Ye Fan shook his head, "This happened two minutes ago, and I just got the news."
The plane descended slowly. Before it could stop, Zhou Ping and Ye Fan jumped out of the plane and landed on the edge of the remaining half of the city.
This is a wide asphalt street. However, the road ends abruptly less than ten meters ahead. A black straight line cuts it off here. The road ahead has disappeared and been replaced by a vertical cliff.
Under the cliff is a flat and vast land.
"The residents of the remaining half of the city have been evacuated." Ye Fan frowned and looked at the half of the city that had disappeared in front of him, and continued, "The environment of Anta County itself is harsh, and it is close to the foggy border, so the population
Not many, and the moment Xiu arrived, the strong wind swept through the whole city, knocking everyone to the ground."
"Where is the night watchman stationed here?"
"Also half of the city disappeared."
Zhou Ping squatted down and ran his fingers over the edge of the cliff. The cut sections were very neat, as if a knife had cut through the land and cut off half of the city.
"Cough cough cough..."
He was about to say something, lowered his head, covered his mouth, and coughed softly.
"Are you feeling well?" Ye Fan asked with a frown.
"No...just coughed twice." Zhou Ping waved his hand and continued, "Where is Emperor Fengdu?"
"Before the Heavenly Court is restored, the avenue is not complete. The gods of Daxia cannot leave the territory of Daxia, so Emperor Fengdu cannot take action. He can only rely on his connection with Fengdu to reluctantly use Fengdu's laws to protect the people in the city.
Residents will not be corroded to death by the fog."
"In other words, we can only rely on ourselves now."
"...Yes." Ye Fan's face was a little solemn, "Except for Guan Zai who is still in retreat, I have already given way to Lu Wuwei and Chen Fuzi and rushed here. They should be there soon..."
"I'll go." Zhou Ping suddenly said.
Ye Fan was stunned.
"The gods of Daxia cannot take action, so someone must guard the border of Daxia. The more people who chase that half of the city, the weaker the defense of Daxia will be. Maybe this is what they want..." Zhou Ping said calmly
,
"Master is good at guarding and must stay in Daxia. You are the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, so you can't go. As for Lu Wuwei... his speed is too slow."
"Are you going alone?" Ye Fan frowned, "Do you know where the final goal of that city is?"
"As the nine-pillar god of Egypt, his goal is of course the divine kingdom of Egypt...the Temple of Heaven."
"Are you going to enter the kingdom of Egypt alone?"
"The distance between Daxia and Egypt is not close. Even the God of Wind cannot reach there in a short time with such a large fragment of the earth." Zhou Ping said seriously, "As long as I intercept this fragment on the way, it will not be there."
Entering into the realm of the Kingdom of God in Egypt.”
"Perhaps, things are not that simple." Ye Fan shook his head, "The situation outside the fog is beyond our control. We have no idea what those foreign gods are planning. Maybe they are ambushing them not far outside Daxia.
There is a group of foreign gods waiting for you, which is a trap in itself..."
"Since it is a trap, of course the fewer people who step on it, the better."
Ye Fan fell into silence.
Zhou Ping looked up at Ye Fan's eyes, "There are still more than 10,000 lives on that fragment. No matter what, we can't just watch them die... Since there are always people to chase, then I am the best
candidate.
Only I can take it back from the hands of the God of Wind.
The only person who can go is me... and it can only be me, because during this time period, other ceilings will never leave Daxia.
You took a plane to pick me up instead of picking up Master Chen or Lu Wuwei precisely because you had already thought of this, wasn't it?
You chose me from the beginning."
Ye Fan looked into Zhou Ping's eyes and fell into silence.
"...Yes." Ye Fan said slowly, "Only you can do this."
"Actually, you don't have to beat around the bush like this." Zhou Ping sighed, "If you can be more straightforward, maybe we can really become very good friends... just like me and Guan Zai."
"……sorry."
"However, you are different from us. You are the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, and you are burdened with too many things... So, I can understand." Zhou Ping said calmly, carrying the sword box on his back:
"But next time, I hope you can tell me directly where I should go and who I should kill...
I will not evade the responsibilities I should bear,
After all, I am the Sword Master of Daxia."
Ye Fan looked at Zhou Ping blankly, "You..."
Zhou Ping had doubts in his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"It seems that you and Lin Qiye are getting along very well during this period." Ye Fan's lips slightly raised, "In the past, you wouldn't talk to me like this, you still said so much in one breath, and... you rarely
Look down at your toes."
Zhou Ping was startled. He thought silently for a long time and nodded slightly, "Maybe..."
"Do you have anything else to say before departure?" Ye Fan asked.
Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, took out two envelopes from his pocket and handed them to Ye Fan.
"Help me deliver these two letters to the 007 and 006 teams."
Ye Fan glanced at the envelope and said with a wry smile: "Actually, you just need to tell me."
Zhou Ping shook his head, "I hope that I can accompany them to carry this training to the end...even if it is in this form."
"I see."
"And..." Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, "If I fail to come back... don't tell my third uncle, just say... I went out to work."
Ye Fan fell into silence.
After a long time, he slowly said: "Okay."
"besides……"
"I think you can't say it anymore." Ye Fan said seriously, "Your current tone is as if you are explaining your funeral affairs. It is not good to say this too much."
"..." Zhou Ping paused, "Tell Lin Qiye that the fried tomatoes he makes... are actually very average, far from what my third uncle makes."
Ye Fan:......
"gone."
Zhou Ping turned around and patted the sword box.
Ding--!!!
The loud sword cry echoed in the air, and a flash of sword light instantly penetrated the foggy border and disappeared without a trace.
Ye Fan stood alone, looking at the direction in which the sword light left, and did not leave for a long time.