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Chapter 260 The Possibility of Three Generations Living Under One Roof, Farewell to Lijing (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

It was still the morning of August 6th, in the city center, on an exhibition platform of a tall tower.

Black Chrysalis sat on the fence, playing on her phone while using her restraints to swallow various metal scraps she had smuggled from a metallurgical factory along the road. This was the effect of her Silver-Eating ability.

He looked down at his phone and sent a message to his newly recognized grandfather.

[Black Chrysalis: Grandpa, would you be interested in meeting your son-in-law later?]

[Black Chrysalis: After all these years, you're still blaming him for not protecting your daughter?]

[Black Chrysalis: After all, he was a Muggle before, he had no choice, okay?]

[Su Wei: We'll talk about it later.]

"Shall we talk about it later?"

Black Chrysalis hummed the tune of "London Bridge Falls Down" as she looked up from her phone. The sun hadn't risen yet, and the sky was a bluish-white hue, much like the sea at twilight.

He thought, "Looks like when my dad wakes up, I should let him go to the bookstore to meet my grandfather first. My mom has been dead for so many years, maybe my dad can reconcile with his father-in-law."
Thinking of this, he glanced at the restraints that were swallowing metal fragments. With a "crunching" sound, the sharp teeth ground the metal into powder, which was then sent to mouths. Saliva dripped from them, carrying the taste of rust.

"When we finally take down those four Salvation Society spies in Rainbow Wing, maybe Grandpa and Dad can make an appearance together, and we can have a three-generation family reunion?" he thought again.

Soon, passersby spotted the black cocoon, most of whom were commuters rushing to catch the high-speed train or housewives buying groceries. Since it was summer vacation, students were not commonly seen.

They all looked up, pointed their fingers, and cried out in alarm at the sudden dark shadow on the tower.

It seems no one expected that this mysterious figure would appear in such a conspicuous place in broad daylight.

Black Chrysalis, holding a megaphone, addressed the crowd below: "I know many of you are my fans, and I also know many of you hate me, but here's the thing... I'm about to retire."

"Why!"

Someone in the crowd shouted; it was a young, childish voice.

Black Chrysalis raised an eyebrow, remembering that she seemed to have seen this child before. Back then, Green Wing had taken five hostages to threaten Blue Arc, one of whom was this child. It seemed that the psychological trauma left on the child at that time wasn't too deep.

He thought for a moment: "Good question, uh... As for the reason, it's possible that it's because his skin is too dark, which led to him being exiled to Africa by the Outcast Association to help the black version of Silver Swallow and the black version of Blue Arc achieve great things. They are also known as 'Black Swallow' and 'Black Arc'."

Some people on the street laughed out loud, while others remained expressionless, thinking he was just talking nonsense.

He paused for a moment, picked up the megaphone and continued, "Of course, it's also possible that they're just bored. People are really complicated, so complicated. Why do they always have to wear masks and say one thing but mean another? Sometimes... I really, really want to tear my face off and show it to you."

As she spoke, Black Chrysalis slowly peeled off the restraints on her face, raised her hands to cover her face, and a pair of dark eyes peeked out from between her fingers.

Through his fingers, he lowered his eyes and silently watched the faces on the street.

Screams erupted from the street, followed by gasps of disbelief; no one would have expected this madman to suddenly rip off his mask.

"But of course that's not allowed, not allowed... absolutely not allowed. Even if you're going to be a madman, you have to be a madman who's rational enough, otherwise you'll only face destruction, just like Mr. Ghost Bell, who was smashed into a crisp by a meteorite."

Black Chrysalis shook her head, muttering to herself, and covered her face again with the restraints, enveloping her dark eyes within them.

A murmur of disappointment rippled through the crowd, but no one believed that the black pupa would actually reveal its true form.

"I know you are disappointed, and you know that the people from the Heretics Association are coming soon, so I can't chat with you any longer. The big ship bound for Africa is about to dock."

"Last and foremost... this is a gift on behalf of a friend of mine. How could anyone use technology that could revolutionize a country to set off fireworks? It's laughably stupid. Don't you think his IQ is a bit lacking?"

Black Chrysalis spoke casually, looking down at her phone while raising her right arm.

Starting from his palm, the restraints spread towards the sun like squid tentacles. Under the dim blue sky, the scene was incredibly eerie, as if demons were chasing the sun, the restraints swaying and rising like rippling water.

Having just devoured the metal, the restraints gleamed with a cold, silvery sheen. The mouths attached to them sometimes expanded outwards, sometimes contracted into slits. Each long crack stretched upwards, as if countless smiles had appeared on the restraints.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't like it... as long as I like it, that's enough."

As the soft voice faded, the mouths of the black restraints suddenly opened wide, and beams of fire shot into the sky from countless openings, finally exploding one after another under the pale blue sky, turning into dazzling fireworks.

It was a grand fireworks display. The clock had only struck seven or eight in the morning; the sky was not yet fully bright, and the long street was still shrouded in a twilight-like darkness.

However, the faces of the crowd were suddenly illuminated by fireworks. The next moment, a deafening explosion resounded from the bottom of the sky. The cold-colored world brightened and darkened, then brightened again. Their pupils reflected the smiling faces of the fireworks, a dazzling array of colors. After a long while, when the crowd below came to their senses and looked up, the figures on the tower had disappeared. The world was completely silent, with a contrail stretching across half of the dim blue sky.

Ten minutes later, at the former site of the Guyimai neighborhood, in a long-abandoned train station.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Ke."

On platform 7, Black Chrysalis hung upside down under the eaves, flipping through "And Quiet Flows the Don" while waving to the figures in front of her with her restraints, which had returned to normal.

A woman in a brown trench coat was leaning against the exterior wall of the train, one arm crossed over her shoulder, the other holding a pipe. She lowered her head, took a puff of smoke, and then spoke:

"You're really naughty. Did you steal the Silver Devouring ability to set off fireworks for others? I'm starting to think you're more and more like a minor. You have to put on a show before you can leave."

Black Chrysalis looked up from the book, glanced at the dark red train that was spewing steam from every crevice, and then at the fierce old man's face of the train demon.

He held up one finger. "I prefer to be called a 'performance artist.' Sometimes artists are a lot like children. This is because only those who are not domesticated by society and retain a bit of innocence even after growing up deserve to be artists."

Ke Qirui looked up at him from her pipe, a faint smile playing on her lips. “But as far as I know… children who lack love are like this. Because they lack attention and care from others, they are prone to developing histrionic personality disorder.”

"Stop analyzing me, Ms. Ke. I just heard you say you were coming to pick me up early, so I said goodbye to this city in advance. After all, I might never see it again after this, so a sense of ritual is quite important."

As he spoke, Hei Yong scratched his chin, "But fireworks are definitely more exciting when set off at night."

"Why does it sound like...you're talking as if you're going to die in America?"

"Maybe?"

“Wheat will be sad, even though she talks like a ‘big moth,’ she actually likes you quite a bit.”

"She and I were just collaborators, just like you. Believe me, she won't feel anything after I die."

Upon hearing this, Ke Qirui remained silent for a moment before putting his pipe into his trench coat pocket.

“I rarely meet people I don’t understand,” she said with a sigh. “The first one was you, and the second one was Xia Pingzhou.”

"Isn't Xia Pingzhou easy to understand?"

"Who knows?" Ke Qirui shrugged, expressionless. "Let's go, first to Haifan City for Zhengquan's funeral, then I'll take you to New York."

“Okay, thank you so much for your help.” Black Chrysalis said, closing the book. “But after all, I’ve helped you so many times, so as a return favor, it’s only natural that you occasionally send me off on a train of demons. Otherwise, how can we be considered collaborators?”

He loosened his restraints, twirled down from mid-air, approached the train demon, and climbed the iron gangway into the carriage.

"Didn't Su Zimai come over?" He sat down.

"No, she's still in Haifan City, waiting to attend the funeral."

As Ke Qirui spoke, she walked into the carriage, casually closed the door, and sat down opposite him.

"Is it really okay for you not to stay by her side?" Black Chrysalis asked curiously.

"You're a little too concerned about her," Ke Qirui said, glancing up at him.

"After all, she is the sister of an important collaborator. I can't bear the responsibility if something happens to her."

"Don't worry, 'Lin Xingshi' and 'Zhou Jiuya' are also at the funeral. With them there, the Salvation Society can't openly attack anyone attending the funeral."

The train demon began to stir, like a steel behemoth awakened, roaring as it entered the pitch-black tunnel, and then crashed headlong into the spacetime rift.

"Lin Xingshi?" Black Chrysalis raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence. "The captain of the Lake Hunt?"

“Although I sense you really want to meet him, and I’d be happy to play matchmaker, I advise you to be careful,” Ke Qirui said calmly. “Lin Xingshi is gentle, but Zhou Jiuya has a very eccentric personality. If you accidentally offend him…”

Black Chrysalis interrupted her, "I know what you want to say."

"what you want to say?"

“If you accidentally anger him, you’ll turn into Duoduo-chan,” Hei Yong said meaningfully, his face serious.

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(End of this chapter)