The tire rolls were flying with pieces of snow, and on the desolate snowfield, an off-road vehicle was like a roaring beast, speeding at full speed.
An Qingyu held the steering wheel with both hands and stepped on the accelerator to the lowest limit. His messy black hair was spread out on his white coat. His eyes were fixed on the horizon and his brows were furrowed.
In just a few days, An Qingyu has used a clone to be reborn for the second time. In addition to the previous times, An Qingyu has almost used up the clone reserve that he has prepared underground in Cangnan City for nearly two years.
Even though the dissection gave him the power to create clones from the Shijie Ghost Boy, An Qingyu is not "mysterious" after all. Creating clones is still an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming process for him. Even if he devotes himself wholeheartedly to manufacturing, creating a clone
The clone will also take at least four months.
After becoming a night watchman, An Qingyu has been following Lin Qiye all over the world. There is not enough time to settle down and make a clone. After this rebirth, only the last one is still lying in the ice coffin as his clone.
The final trump card.
But that's not what An Qingyu is worried about now.
He looked at the map, picked up a walkie-talkie from the passenger seat, and pressed the button:
"I'm An Qingyu, please answer if you hear me."
He didn't adjust the frequency or even turn up the volume. He knew very well that even if he didn't adjust the signal to any channel, Jiang Er could capture the source of his signal as long as he held the walkie-talkie.
Soon, Jiang Er's voice came from the intercom:
"receive."
"How is the situation at the sacred monument now?"
After An Qingyu finished speaking, the other end of the intercom fell into silence.
"Jiang'er?"
"...Qing Yu, we are already arriving at the airport with our new recruits. Let's wait until we get there."
An Qingyu frowned, and an ominous premonition flashed through his heart, but he still said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."
He suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the vehicle roared towards the parking lot. His foot on the accelerator became heavier and heavier, and his face became more and more anxious.
Not long after, he arrived near the airport.
An Qingyu walked out of the car quickly, ignoring his messy and bad image, and walked straight forward. In the simple parking lot, the recruits all lowered their heads and boarded the cabin in silence, with red eyes.
None of the more than 600 recruits spoke, they were like a group of machines, marching in an orderly manner.
The entire airport was dead silent.
Shen Qingzhu sat alone at the door of the airport, holding a cigarette in his bloody palm. The cigarette was not lit, but the cigarette holder was twisted by two pale and strong fingers.
Jiang Er's coffin was placed next to him. Jiang Er, dressed in a white dress, was floating in the air. Seeing An Qingyu coming, she pursed her lips slightly and subconsciously avoided his gaze and lowered her head.
An Qingyu looked around and saw no other members of the [Night] team.
His heart suddenly sank.
He walked towards Shen Qingzhu and Jiang Er:
"What's going on? What happened?"
Hearing An Qingyu's voice, the sculpture-like Shen Qingzhu seemed to come back to his senses. His red eyes slowly closed. His right hand holding the twisted cigarette trembled slightly and he handed the cigarette to his mouth. A wisp of flame lit up and lit it.
Cigarette butts.
He took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely:
"Qiye... he died in battle."
Hearing this sentence, An Qingyu's mind seemed to have a bolt from the blue!
He stood there blankly for a long time, as if he had lost his soul, and murmured: "Dead...how did you die?"
"In order to guard the national monument, he used ghosts and gods to stop a nine-pillar god by himself and dragged him to the human ceiling and the Great Xia god came."
"Ghosts and gods lead..."
An Qingyu muttered these three words, and his body trembled slightly.
"The Black King failed to stop them? Cao Yuan, where is Cao Yuan?"
"Cao Yuan became the Black King and was suppressed by the Queen Mother of the West. Later, after Heaven returned from the battlefield, he and Qiye's body were brought back to Heaven by the Great Xia God, and then disappeared." Jiang Er added.
"What about Fatty? Didn't he take part in the battle? Where did he go?"
"He... disappeared. He disappeared right after the fight started."
An Qingyu stood silently, his fists clenched tightly under his cloak, dense bloodshot eyes covered his eyes behind the lenses, and his breathing was extremely heavy.
After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.
"I understand." His voice became much calmer, "Take the new recruits and return to Shangjing first..."
Hearing these words, Shen Qingzhu's body trembled slightly, and he and Jiang Er looked up at An Qingyu at the same time.
"You don't have to look at me like that. If Qiye isn't here, I will be in charge of the team." An Qingyu's eyes showed no trace of emotion as he looked at the two of them quietly. "The top priority is to get these new recruits to safety first."
We should send it back to the headquarters. Regarding the matter in Heaven, the headquarters should give us an answer."
"But...there are only three people left in this team..."
Jiang Er spoke bitterly.
"What's wrong with the three of us? Even if there's only one left, we're still [Night], and we can't fall behind on any of our duties."
An Qingyu picked up the coffin on the ground and spoke calmly in a tone that left no room for doubt,
"Listen to me and return to Beijing."
Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, threw the cigarette into the snow, turned around and walked towards the plane.
"Qingyu..." Jiang Er seemed to want to say something more, but An Qingyu interrupted her.
"I'm fine. Go check the plane's signaling device and contact the headquarters first to see if you can get on the plane."
"……good."
Jiang Er obediently floated towards the plane.
When everyone got on the plane, An Qingyu, who was standing there with a black coffin on his back, suddenly swayed and punched the snow at his feet!
Snowflakes flew, dense cracks spread across the ground, veins popped out one by one on An Qingyu's well-proportioned arms, and his expression was twisted and ferocious.
"Damn..."
He gritted his teeth tightly, strands of blood seeping out from between his teeth, and punched the ground one after another, venting the anger and grief in his heart.
The tips of his fists were broken and healed again and again. When he took back his palms, took a deep breath, and walked towards the airplane cabin, his expression returned to his usual calm state.
Just like that, under the gaze of countless recruits, he walked through the cabin and arrived in front of the cab.
Just when he opened the door of the cab, a figure staggered out from behind the door. An Qingyu quickly grabbed his wrist and was slightly startled after seeing his face clearly.
"Chubby?"
Baili Pangpang looked outside to make sure no one else noticed, then he pulled An Qingyu into the cab and locked the door with his backhand.
"Why are you here?" An Qingyu asked in confusion.
Baili Fatty lay weakly on the ground, with no color on his pale face. He gently lifted the corner of his clothes, pointed at the hideous blood stain on his abdomen, and smiled helplessly:
"This injury... I can't heal it myself, Qingyu, it's up to you."