The tires rolled up carrying broken 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 end of 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 Shiqie 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, and there is not enough time to concentrate on making a clone. After this rebirth, only the last one is still lying in the ice coffin, as his 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 silent.
"Jiang Er?"
"Qingyu, 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 parking lot.
An Qingyu walked out of the car quickly, ignoring his messy and bad image, and walked directly 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 parking lot was filled with dead silence.
Shen Qingzhu sat alone at the door of the airport, holding a cigarette in his blood-stained palm. The cigarette was not lit, but the holder was twisted by two pale and strong fingers.
Jiang Er's coffin was placed next to him. Jiang Er, who was wearing 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 stepped 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 ignited and ignited. Cigarette butts.
He took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely:
"He died in battle on Qiye."
Hearing these words, An Qingyu's mind seemed to flash like a bolt from the blue!
He stood there blankly for a long time, as if he had lost his soul, and murmured: "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."
"Induced by ghosts and gods"
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 participate in the battle? Where did he go?"
"He disappeared. He disappeared right when the fight started."
An Qingyu stood silently, his fists clenched tightly under his cloak, and 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. Qiye is not here, so I will command the team." An Qingyu looked at the two of them quietly without any wavering in his eyes, "The top priority is to get these new recruits to safety first." We should send it back to the headquarters. The headquarters should give us an answer regarding matters in heaven."
"But there are only three people left in this team now."
Jiang Er spoke bitterly.
"What happened to the three of us? Even if there is only one person left, we are still in the night, and we cannot fail to perform any of our duties."
An Qingyu carried 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 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 the black coffin on his back, suddenly swayed and punched the snow at his feet!
Snowflakes flew and dense cracks spread across the ground. The veins on An Qingyu's well-proportioned arms popped out one by one, 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 tip of his fist was broken and healed again and again. When he retracted his palm, took a deep breath, and walked towards the airplane cabin, his expression returned to its former calm.
He walked through the cabin and came to the cab under the gaze of countless recruits.
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 glanced outside to make sure no one else noticed, then 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 trace of blood on his pale face. He gently lifted the corner of his clothes, pointed at the hideous blood stain on his abdomen, and smiled helplessly:
"Whether I can heal this injury myself, Qingyu, it's up to you."