Tires rolled up with broken snow and flew away, and on the barren snowfield, an off-road vehicle was like a roaring beast, speeding at full speed.

An Qingyu held the steering wheel with both hands, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, his messy black hair was scattered on his white coat, his eyes were fixed on the end of the horizon, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

In just a few days, An Qingyu has used the clone to be reborn for the second time, plus the previous few times, An Qingyu has prepared the clone reserve for nearly two years under the ground in Cangnan City, and it has almost been used up.

Even if the dissection obtains the power of the ten-cut ghost boy to make a clone, An Qingyu is not "mysterious" after all, and making a clone is still an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming process for him, even if he devotes himself to manufacturing, it will take at least four months to make a clone.

After becoming a night watchman, An Qingyu has been running around the world with Lin Qiye, and there is not enough time to settle down to make a clone, after this rebirth, only the last one is still lying in the ice coffin, as his last hole card.

But now An Qingyu is not worried about these.

He glanced at the map, picked up a walkie-talkie from the passenger seat, and pressed the button:

"I'm An Qingyu, please answer when you hear it."

He didn't tune the frequency, he didn't even turn on the volume, he knew very well in his heart that even if he didn't adjust the signal to any channel, as long as he held the walkie-talkie, Jiang Er would be able to capture his signal source.

Soon, Jiang Er's voice came from the walkie-talkie:

"Roger."

"How's the situation going with the Divine Monument now?"

An Qingyu's voice fell, and the other end of the walkie-talkie fell silent.

"Jiang Er?"

“…… Qingyu, we are already arriving at the airport with new recruits, let's talk about it later. ”

An Qingyu's brows furrowed, and a certain ominous premonition flashed in his heart, but he still spoke: "Okay, I'll be there soon." ”

As soon as he spun the steering wheel, the car whizzed in the direction of the airport, his feet on the accelerator became heavier and heavier, and his face became more and more anxious.

It didn't take long for him to arrive near the parking field.

An Qingyu walked out of the car quickly, ignoring his messy and bad image, and walked forward directly, only to see that in the humble parking airport, the recruits all lowered their heads one by one, and boarded the cabin silently, their eyes were a little red.

More than 600 recruits, not a single one spoke, like a group of machines, marching in an orderly formation.

The whole parking airport was dead silent.

Shen Qingzhu sat alone at the door of the airport, holding a cigarette in his bloodstained palm, the cigarette was not lit, but the cigarette holder had been twisted by two pale fingers.

Jiang Er's coffin was placed beside him, Jiang Er, who was wearing a white dress, floated in the air, and when he saw An Qingyu coming, his lips pursed slightly, subconsciously avoided his gaze, and lowered his head.

An Qingyu looked around, and never saw the other members of the [Night] team again.

His heart sank.

He walked to Shen Qingzhu and Jiang Er's side:

"What's going on? What happened? ”

Hearing An Qingyu's voice, the sculptural Shen Qingzhu seemed to come back to his senses, his red eyes slowly closed, and his right hand holding the twisted cigarette rolled trembled slightly and handed the cigarette to his mouth, and a wisp of fire ignited and lit the cigarette butt.

He took a deep breath and said hoarsely:

"Seven Nights He...... Killed in battle. ”

Hearing this, An Qingyu's mind seemed to flash a thunderbolt from a sunny day!

He stood there for a long time, as if he had lost his soul, and muttered, "Dead...... How did he die? ”

"In order to guard the Zhenguo God Monument, he used the ghost god to lead, and one person stopped a nine-pillar god, dragged to the human ceiling and the Great Xia God rushed over."

"Demons and Spirits Lead ......"

An Qingyu muttered these three words, and her body trembled slightly.

"The Black King failed to stop them? Cao Yuan, what about Cao Yuan? ”

"Cao Yuan became the Black King and was suppressed by the Queen Mother of the West, and later after Heavenly Court returned from the battlefield, he was brought back to Heavenly Court by the Great Xia God along with the body of Qiye, and then disappeared." Jiang Er added.

"What about Chubby? Didn't he take part in the battle? Where did he go? ”

He ...... Missing, missing at the beginning of the fight. ”

An Qingyu stood in place in silence, his fists clenched under the cloak, dense bloodshot climbed into his eyes behind the lenses, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.

"I see." His voice was much calmer, "Take the recruits, let's go back to Beijing first......

Hearing this, Shen Qingzhu's body shook slightly, and he and Jiang Er looked up at An Qingyu at the same time.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll command the team if I'm not here for seven nights." An Qingyu's eyes did not have the slightest wave, so he looked at the two of them quietly, "The top priority is to send these recruits back to the headquarters safely first, and the headquarters should give us an answer to the matter over there in the Heavenly Court." ”

"But...... There are only three people left in this team now......"

Jiang Er's bitter opening.

"What's wrong with the three of them? Even if there is only one person left, we are still [Night], and we cannot afford to perform our duties. ”

An Qingyu picked up the coffin on the ground, and said lightly in an unquestionable tone,

"Listen to me, go back to Beijing."

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, threw the cigarette into the snow, and turned around and walked towards the plane.

"Qingyu ......" Jiang Er seemed to want to say something, but An Qingyu interrupted her.

"I'm fine, you go check the plane's signaling device and see if you can contact the headquarters first on the plane."

“…… Good. ”

Jiang Er obediently floated towards the plane.

When everyone boarded the plane, An Qingyu, who was standing in place with a black coffin on his back, suddenly shook his body and slammed his fist into the snow under his feet!

Snowflakes splashed, dense cracks spread on the ground, and the green tendons on An Qingyu's well-proportioned arms burst out one by one, and his expression was distorted and hideous.

"Damn ......"

He clenched his teeth, wisps of blood oozing from between his teeth, and smashed his fists into the earth one after another, venting the anger and grief in his heart.

The tip of his fist shattered and healed again and again, and when he withdrew his palm, took a deep breath, and walked to the cabin of the plane, his expression returned to his former calm.

He walked through the cabin and came to the wheelhouse under the gaze of countless recruits.

Just as he opened the door of the cab, a figure staggered out from behind the door, An Qingyu quickly grabbed his wrist, and after seeing his face clearly, he was slightly stunned.

"Chubby?"

Baili Chubby glanced out, and after confirming that no one else noticed here, he pulled An Qingyu into the cab and locked the door with his backhand.

"Why are you here?" An Qingyu opened his mouth puzzled.

Baili was chubby and weakly lying on the ground, without the slightest blood on his pale face, he gently opened the corner of his clothes, pointed to the hideous and terrifying blood mark on his abdomen, and smiled helplessly:

"This hurts...... I can't cure it myself, Qingyu, it's up to you. ”