Yongye is also night, but Heiliu City is brightly lit.
Perhaps because the forces of the two camps were concentrated in the battle of the floating land, the dark race in front of Heiliu City had already shrunk their battle lines. Not to mention large-scale troops, even small groups of reconnaissance and hunting troops had become rare.
The few months of rare peace made Heiliu City more and more prosperous, and the flow of people was blazing.
A high-speed airship broke through the void and landed directly towards Heiliu City. The speed of this airship is unusually fast, like a bird, it has landed in the center of the airship take-off and landing field in a blink of an eye, so fast that the guards did not even react.
The officer in charge of the takeoff and landing field rushed over. He was quite knowledgeable and knew that airships with this kind of performance were rare in the entire empire. Those who can own this kind of airship are extraordinary dignitaries.
When he arrived, the hatch of the airship had already been opened, and Song Zining stepped down calmly.
This officer was also from Song Zining's lineage, he rushed up to greet him and said, "Seventh Young Master, are you back?"
Song Zining asked, "Is there anything unusual recently?"
"everything is normal."
Song Zining nodded and walked towards Heiliu City. His gait was calm, but he left the takeoff and landing field in a few steps, and then disappeared in the direction of Heiliu City.
The officer couldn't catch up, and stopped in astonishment, not understanding why Qi Shao, who was always calm, was so anxious.
In the quiet courtyard at the corner of the Darkfire headquarters, Yetong sat in the courtyard, as quiet and peaceful as ever. But in her hand is no longer a book and a teacup, but a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing. This is the top vampire blade "Scarlet", and the entire Monroe clan only has three. As a former princess, Nighteye was able to take charge of one of them.
Ever since coming to Heiliu, Nighteye had never used scarlet again. For the first time in months, it has seen the light of day.
Nighteye wiped the blade gently with a white cloth. Under the light of the stars and the moon, a layer of rippling red appeared on the edge of the blade, like flowing blood.
At this time, there was a soft and rhythmic knock on the courtyard door, and then Song Zining pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Yetong who was wiping the scarlet red, Song Zining was slightly taken aback.
Yetong didn't raise his head, but focused on wiping the edge of the blade, and asked lightly, "Whose hand is Qianye injured?"
This sentence instantly made Song Zining's long speech come to naught. After a moment of silence, he said, "The Witch of Masefield."
Hearing this name, Yetong's hands trembled imperceptibly, and then asked nonchalantly: "The witch has awakened? But why Qianye?"
Song Zining smiled wryly, so he could only briefly recount the events of that day's battle. After he finished speaking, he thought for a while and added another sentence: "As far as I know, Lord, Qianye was not included in the original plan. No one expected such a thing to happen."
Yetong didn't speak any more, put down the white cloth, and wiped the edge of the blade lightly with his fingers. The edge of the blade brushed across her skin soundlessly, leaving a thin red line and taking away a drop of crystal blood.
At this moment, the courtyard was suffocatingly silent. Song Zining took a deep breath, but the feeling of suffocation did not ease in the slightest. He finally couldn't help it, and said: "You... don't you want to ask how Qianye's injury is?"
Yetong's answer was: "Since she is a witch, there is no need to ask any more."
"I..." Song Zining wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything after that.
"I know that those of you who plan the layout will always miss."
"That's true, but..." Song Zining couldn't continue.
"But what?" Yetong asked.
Song Zining took a deep breath and said, "I want to say that it is up to man to plan things, and it is up to God to make things happen. If I don't set up plans in my life, it will be useless. If you plan, you may make mistakes..."
"So you should be wrong, and you will never be wrong."
Song Zining didn't know what to say. After a while, Fang sighed heavily and said, "What do you blame us for?"
"You guys don't know anything about witches, so you dare to ask Zhao Jundu to fight?" Yetong didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was obvious. If it wasn't for this arrangement, there would be no final battle between Qianye and the witch. war.
Song Zining was at a loss for words.
He wanted to say that this was not his idea, but as one of Zhang Boqian's staff, he more or less knew about this battle. Perhaps it was because of his soft words, or perhaps because of his confidence in Zhao Jundu, Song Zining did not choose to stop it. In fact, he is not very clear about the specific arrangements, let alone the agreement behind the scenes.
Yetong put "Scarlet" into the scabbard, put it in his arms, finally looked up at Song Zining, and said, "What do you want to say, you can say it now."
Under her clear gaze, Song Zining felt that he had never been through such a difficult time in his life. Those few words rolled in his chest, but he couldn't say anything.
Ye Tong floated an inexplicable smile, which was extremely beautiful, but under the beauty there was ice burning, she said slowly: "Qianye may need an ancient blood pool to recover. What have you prepared for me?"
"Some information, and... arrangements for the response." Song Zining's voice was very low.
"Information is enough. Response? Hehe. When can I get the information?"
Song Zining took out a piece of paper, which listed several locations and names, and said, "In the Twilight Continent, these people will help you. The contact information is already listed here."
Then, Song Zining took out another map, drew a winding route on it, and marked the key points. This is his planned retreat route and the location where reinforcements will be deployed.
From the layout of this retreat route, it can be seen that Song Zining has made up his mind, activated many hidden enemies, and blocked Ye Tong at all costs.
Looking at Yetong, Song Zining looked very complicated, and said, "I think you can understand me, I can't accompany you there..."
"Understood." Yetong interrupted him and asked, "What about the time?"
"Within two days, just arrive at the landing point of the Twilight Continent. Someone there will give you the necessary information. The airship is ready, it's the one I took when I came."
"In other words, I need to go now."
"...Yes." The word was like a stone, and it came out of Song Zining's mouth with difficulty.
Yetong returned to the room, and came out with a backpack after a while. It seemed that she had already prepared and packed everything. Only then did Song Zining notice that Yetong was not wearing the usual loose skirt, but changed into a battle attire.
At this time, there is no need to say anything. Song Zining went out with Yetong in silence, boarded the car with her in silence, and sent her to the airship in silence.
The airship quickly pulled up, pointed straight at the void, and disappeared into the depths of the night in a blink of an eye.
Song Zining stood silently on the takeoff and landing field, not moving for a long time. This may be the most difficult decision in his life.
In the next few days, Song Zining kept shuttling between continents, spending almost all of his time on the airship. Everywhere he went, he met some people, mobilized some resources, and made some arrangements. As his footsteps continued to extend, the ripples he aroused gradually gathered together and gradually became waves. When the waves arrived at the Evernight camp, they had already become waves.
In the Evernight World, some families suddenly realized that the surrounding environment was no longer peaceful. Or a certain weakness was suddenly known by a hostile family, perhaps a certain secret operation was exposed, or some old conspiracy was inexplicably leaked. All in all, these things are not traumatic enough, but they are troublesome enough.
If these isolated things are connected together, it can be seen that they are faintly connected into a line, pointing directly to the depths of the Twilight Continent.
Song Zining's activities like crazy, naturally cannot be hidden from those who are interested. Almost as soon as he left, his whereabouts and arrangements would form a report and be sent to the desks of several powerful people who were secretly paying attention to the matter.
These things are so complicated that they seem to be chaotic and have nothing to do with each other. But these people have been in high positions for a long time, and they have gone through countless conspiracies and tricks, and they can tell at a glance that there are many cover-up tactics among them. There must be something in it that is just plain misleading.
But what you know is what you know, and it is not easy to sort out the messy clues.
Seven days later, Song Zining returned to Heiliu City. This time he didn't do anything, but sat alone by the window, looking at the huge shadows on the night sky. By this time, all that should be done has been done, and all that remains is to wait for the result.
But he also knew that no matter how careful the arrangements were, no matter how perfect the arrangements were, it would not change the fact that he could hardly use his strength on the most critical link. The depths of the Twilight Continent are like a bottomless black pool, which has never been visited by humans.
It is the sanctuary of the blood clan, the habitat of Lilith, the queen of the night, and the source of the thirteen clans. It is said that in the deepest part of the Twilight Continent, there is a secret about the ancient river of blood, about the first drop of blood. Even though Zhang Boqian relied on the ability to cross the void and went deep into the Twilight Continent alone, he never set foot in the Queen of the Night's territory.
Don't talk about Song Zining now, even Lin Xitang plans it himself, and he has no way to deal with the deepest dark area.
In that area that the empire knew nothing about, it is unknown how many ancient blood races were sleeping. Even with the transforming power of the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Art, Song Zining still knew that once he stepped into that area, he would never be able to get out again.
The mission of this trip is not to die, but to awaken Qianye. So Song Zining could only pin all his hopes on Yetong. After she set foot on the Twilight Continent, all Song Zining could do at the moment was pray.
This feeling of powerlessness was uncomfortable, and now Song Zining suddenly envied Wei Potian. Prince Wei was angry when he should be angry, and laughed when he should be laughing, but he seldom thought about why he was angry or why he laughed, he just lived heartlessly. It's so easy to think less.
At this time, the door opened and Nanhua walked in, with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the tray in his hand.
Song Zining frowned slightly, but still said gently, "It's so late, why don't you rest?"
Unexpectedly, Nan Hua said: "I know you are in a bad mood, so I want to have a drink with you."
Song Zining was quite surprised. But at this time, wine is the best soothe thing.
So he picked up his glass.