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Chapter 380 Some people still have hot blood, the Great Sun Golden Bowl!!

The leaden-gray sky hung low.

It pressed heavily on the edge of the icy sea, which had just undergone the baptism of purgatory.

The wind carried the acrid smell of gunpowder, the strong stench of blood, and the foul, putrid odor unique to ghosts.

Sobbing as they wandered through the unfinished steel skeleton of the City of Dawn.

The beams of searchlight pierced the deepening twilight, illuminating the ravaged battlefield in a stark white light.

Dark red, dirty purple, dark green
Blood of various colors and fragmented tissues deeply stained every inch of the frozen soil.
It freezes into a thick, slippery ice shell at low temperatures.

In this hellish scene, shadowy figures dart about.

No one speaks.

Only heavy breathing, suppressed sobs, and the ear-piercing sound of metal dragging against the ice surface could be heard.

And the heavy footsteps as the stretcher was hurriedly carried by.

"Be gentle. Watch out for his arm."

"Over here! There's still gas here! Medical team! Quick!!!"

"Make way! Make way! Stretcher passage!"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, remained clear amidst the noise.

She moved among the wounded and the busy crowd, her crimson twin swords already sheathed.

The combat uniform was covered in congealed blood and ice shards.

Her once meticulously tied-up long hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands falling around her cheeks.

She was decisive and commanding, her gaze sweeping across the area.

The chaotic scene was quickly restored to order.

Chu Kuanglan stood on a slightly higher hill made up of shattered life-destroying ghost shells.

His signature heavy combat uniform was torn in several places.

His bulging muscles were exposed, covered with scorch marks and claw marks that revealed the bone.

Dark red blood mixed with sweat.

It flowed slowly down the grooves of the muscles.

He was completely unaware, his large, bell-like eyes were bloodshot.

He stared intently at the crowd below, who were working silently like a swarm of ants.

Watching as the bodies of my comrades, carefully collected and covered with white sheets, were carried to the temporary resting area at the back.

Watching the engineers and technical backbone under the leadership of the core members of DeepBlue Heavy Industry.

Braving the bitter cold and pungent smell.

They raced against time to check whether the priceless large-scale engineering equipment was damaged.

Looking at the warriors of the Green Dragon Gang and the reinforcements from the City of Injustice.

Like tireless worker ants, they work in groups of three or teams of five.

Use specially made metal hooks and carts.

The mountain of remains of the dead were categorized and dragged to a huge temporary material storage area.

Qi Hao's face still bore traces of wet tears, and his voice was completely hoarse.

But he was still waving his arms.

They organized people to clear the outermost edge of the battlefield.

Old Qin, Lü Chen, and the others were all injured.

They silently carried the heavy corpses.

Liu San, along with his clever brothers, moved like hunting dogs through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. With keen eyes, they searched through the bodies of each ghost, carefully picking out the life beads that were stained with blood and shimmering with various colors of light, wiping them clean, and quickly putting them into specially made sealed boxes.

The slight sound of each life bead falling into the box.

This means that the deceased will receive an additional compensation payment.

The casualty figures were rapidly tallied and compiled in a manner that was almost brutally efficient.

It was delivered to Chu Kuanglan and Wei Banmeng, who had just walked over.

"Seven hundred and sixty-two people died. One thousand one hundred and thirty were seriously injured. The remaining three thousand seven hundred and fifty-five were slightly injured."

Wei Banmeng's voice was very soft.

But this caused the veins on Chu Kuanglan's forehead to bulge.

He gripped the thin piece of paper tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the edges of the thick paper were almost crushed.

762 lives.

A person who was alive and well yesterday.

Yesterday, they were still sweating profusely on the construction site, dreaming of the future of the city of dawn.

Less than an hour.
It's gone.

This was the first time Chu Kuanglan had personally led a large-scale war.
It was also the first time he had directly experienced how heartbreaking the casualty figures were.

Even though the number of ghosts killed or injured this time far exceeded that of humans.

But I still can't stop feeling heartbroken.

Chu Kuanglan's gaze fell on the several mounds of corpses of dead ghosts piled up at the edge of the battlefield.

I just did a rough count.

More than 50,000 demons were killed in this battle!

Fifty thousand to seven hundred and sixty-two!

One to sixty-six!

This is a truly earth-shattering miracle on the entire Arctic front, no, in the entire annals of the war between humans and the undead.

An epic victory!

Therefore, Chu Kuanglan cannot indulge in this at this moment.

The City of Dawn is still in its infancy; the battle is not yet over.

The fallen brothers gave their lives for victory, and those who survive must carry on with their legacy.

Chu Kuanglan took a deep breath.

He forced himself to suppress the heartache.

He took a step forward, his imposing figure standing like a rock atop the small hill of corpses.

Facing the countless weary, sorrowful, or bewildered gazes below, he mustered all his strength and unleashed a roar, releasing all the emotions pent up in his chest:
"Brothers—"

The roar was like a thunderclap, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing.

Looking up, I saw that colossal figure, covered in blood yet still standing tall and straight like a mountain.

"Today! This is our Dawn City's first battle!!!"

Chu Kuanglan's voice, like a booming bell, echoed across the icy plains.

"we won!!!"

"Win fair and square! Win with damn glory!!!"

"Seven hundred and sixty-two brothers... They've gone! They shed their last drop of blood for Dawn, for this land beneath our feet, where we can stand tall and fight the demons to the bitter end! They are heroes! They are the unyielding backbone of Dawn City!!!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces stained with blood but gradually igniting with flames.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"But the dawn must rise again! The battle must continue! Their blood cannot be shed in vain! We who are alive have no right to stand here crying and wiping our piss."

"I, Chu Kuanglan, am here today to say two things in front of all my brothers!"

"First! All the life beads, materials, and valuables captured on the battlefield today, distribute them all! Divide them according to headcount! Divide them according to merit! Leave not a single penny! This is what we risked our lives for! It's ours!!!"

"Roar--"

After a brief silence, deafening cheers erupted.

"Long live Captain Chu!!!"

"Long live the dawn!!!"

Countless soldiers excitedly waved their fists and shouted, their faces filled with ecstasy as the gloom on their faces was replaced by wild joy.

Chu Kuanglan waved his hand, suppressing the cheers, his voice becoming even more solemn and murderous:

"Second! The names of all the brothers who sacrificed their lives, without exception, will be engraved on the tallest monument to heroes in the future Dawn City! Let future generations, let our descendants, remember who paved the way for this city with their blood! Their families will be supported by Dawn City for life! Their compensation will be three times the highest standard! I, Chu Kuanglan, said it! Anyone who dares to withhold a single penny, I'll chop them to pieces!!!"

"it is good--"

"Following Captain Chu! Following God Fang! It was all worth it!!!"

This time, the cheers were tinged with sobs.

It carries with it loyalty and a sense of belonging.

The grief was transformed, and morale was rekindled.

A frenzied atmosphere of relief and honor after surviving a catastrophe.

It spread rapidly across the battlefield.

"Get to work! Inventory the spoils! Settle the remains of our brothers! Pile up the bastards' corpses! Let them see what happens when they mess with the Dawn!"

Chu Kuanglan's roar became the best mobilization order.

The crowd seemed to be injected with new energy, their movements became more nimble, and their efficiency increased dramatically.

Just then, a figure wearing dark blue overalls stained with oil, with messy hair and a face full of intense anxiety, climbed up the mound of corpses where Chu Kuanglan was, almost using both hands and feet.

It was Shen Zhou.

He grabbed Chu Kuanglan's arm, his voice urgent and rapid:
"Old Chu, the construction absolutely cannot stop! We must resume work immediately! Right now!"

Chu Kuanglan's brows furrowed instantly.

Looking at Shen Zhou's bloodshot eyes and his almost exhausted face, he said in a deep voice, "Old Zhou! The brothers have just fought a tough battle. Some are dead, some are wounded, and those who are alive are all badly injured! What they need most now is to catch their breath! Are you trying to push them to their deaths by rushing them like this?!"

"Paning for breath? Pushing you to your death?"

Shen Zhou suddenly raised his voice, his voice cracking slightly from excitement.

He pointed to the bustling scene of clearing the battlefield around him, and then to the huge steel base and supporting trusses that were beginning to take shape under the lights in the distance.

"Look at this! Look at this situation! The Ghosts have suffered such a huge loss, do you think they'll let it go? Next time they come, they'll be even fiercer! Even more ruthless! Ten times! A hundred times! We don't have time! Old Chu!"

He was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Chu Kuanglan, and he practically spat out the words through clenched teeth: "One month! Just one month! This is the deadline set by Captain Fang! It's the gamble that Shenlan Heavy Industry has staked everything on! It's the lifeline of whether Dawn City can stand firm in the next wave of ghostly chaos! Stop now? All our previous efforts will be in vain! All the blood we've shed will be wasted! Tell me, how can we stop?!"

"I"

Chu Kuanglan was momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by Shen Zhou's rapid-fire questions and almost obsessive anxiety.

He certainly knew that Shen Zhou was right.

The sooner the city of dawn is established, the greater the security.

But looking down at those brothers who were struggling to carry things, supporting each other, some even with blood-soaked bandages, I could only watch as they staggered along.

He simply couldn't issue that order.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Brother Chu! Brother Chu!!"

A shout, filled with rapid breathing and surprise, came from afar.

There was a young member of the Green Dragon Gang responsible for perimeter security.

They tumbled and crawled as they rushed from the direction of the ice field.

His face showed a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief.

He rushed to the foot of the mound of corpses, looked up at Chu Kuanglan and shouted urgently, "The Great Wall direction! Something's happening! A huge army! They're heading this way! A dark mass, at least twenty or thirty thousand people!"

"what?!"

Chu Kuanglan and Shen Zhou were both startled.

His gaze suddenly shifted to the southern horizon where the Great Wall was located.

As dusk settled, the wind and snow continued.

At the edge of that gray and chaotic expanse, a writhing black tide was slowly breaking through the wind and snow, surging toward the Dawn City construction site.

That was a massive flow of people.

"your people?"

Chu Kuanglan suddenly turned to Shen Zhou, his expression scrutinizing.

Shen Zhou couldn't care less about arguing about the construction schedule at this moment. He squinted and strained to see, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead. His voice was uncertain: "I...I did urgently contact several major mercenary groups and adventurer guilds on the Arctic front for help, but...but the situation was too chaotic at the time. We could only call for as many as we could, but there were just too many people, and..."

He rubbed his eyes hard, his tone suddenly turning somber.

"No, I didn't see the flags of any of the major mercenary groups I recognize."

A chill instantly crept up Chu Kuanglan's spine.

They had just gone through a bloody battle, suffering heavy casualties and were exhausted.

Suddenly, a huge, unknown force appeared, far outnumbering their own.

"Oh shit!"

Chu Kuanglan cursed under his breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Old Zhou, go back immediately and tell Banmeng and Sister Wanqing about the situation. Tell everyone to be on high alert! The wounded and key engineering personnel should head towards the sea! Quickly!"

"understand!"

Shen Zhou knew the situation was serious, and without hesitation, he turned around and stumbled towards the core area of the construction site.

Chu Kuanglan took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood and the excruciating pain in his arms, and waved to his trusted team members beside him: "Grab your weapons! Come with me! Let's go see if it's a human or a ghost!"

He pulled the giant sword from the pile of corpses behind him and slung it over his shoulder.

He led a dozen or so elite team members, all equally scarred but with fierce eyes.

He strode forward to meet the ever-approaching, massive procession.

They climbed onto a relatively high ice rock on the edge of the coast.

It stands in the way of the only road leading to the construction site.

The biting wind whipped up Chu Kuanglan's tattered clothes.

His imposing figure stood like an iron statue in the twilight, his greatsword pointing diagonally at the ground, exuding a fierce and menacing aura forged in blood and fire.

The dozen or so team members behind him also silently dispersed, weapons drawn, their eyes warily fixed on the front.

Finally, the massive, silent procession, like a black tide, spread out beneath the ice and rock.

At the very front of the group were dozens of figures with solemn expressions.

They are clearly all top-tier players in the third tier.

However, at the very front of these people was a single person.

A person who stands out from the somber atmosphere around him.

He looked to be around forty years old, wearing a faded, dark gray casual jacket with worn-out, frayed cuffs, which made him appear thin and disheveled in the extreme cold.

His face was etched with the marks of time and indifference, and his eyes were sunken.

There was an almost hollow silence inside, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

He walked at a moderate pace, his steps even a little dragging.

He walked straight to the bottom of the ice rock where Chu Kuanglan and the others were, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Then it stopped.

He tilted his head slightly, his indifferent face devoid of any expression.

His gaze didn't even linger on Chu Kuanglan and the team members behind him who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Instead, they bypassed them and looked towards the brightly lit construction site of Dawn City, which stood like the skeleton of a giant beast on the seashore.

Especially when his gaze swept over the massive mounds of corpses of tens of thousands of dead ghosts piled up beside the base.
Deep within those pupils.

Suddenly, a crimson light burst forth.

An extremely rare look of astonishment crossed that indifferent face.

He slowly looked away.

Finally, it landed on Chu Kuanglan, who was blocking the way.

His jaw twitched slightly, and his voice was dry and hoarse as he asked:

"Where is that rock that just fell?"

He paused, his empty eyes seemingly filled with a hint of disbelief and searching.

"You guys... managed to stop them?"

On the icy rocks, the cold wind whipped past Chu Kuanglan's tattered clothes, making a rustling sound.

His brows were furrowed, and his bulging muscles were taut beneath the rips in his combat uniform.

The greatsword slung over his shoulder slumped slightly, its blade reflecting the cold, icy light of the searchlight.

There was no hostility from the disheveled man in front of me.

But that deep-seated indifference and the sudden questions both exuded an indescribable strangeness.

Therefore, Chu Kuanglan did not answer, but stared intently at Mo Yan under the ice rock.

"Who are you? What do you want here?!"

Mo Yan was startled by the stern shout and paused slightly.

He slowly turned his neck.

Those empty eye sockets focused again on Chu Kuanglan's face.

His indifferent expression remained unchanged.

"My name is Mo Yan."

"Knowing that the army of ghosts was heading this way, I originally came to see if I could lend a hand."

His tone was flat and straightforward, without a trace of emotion.

"But on the way, we saw something huge fall from the sky."

He raised his withered finger and casually pointed to the leaden sky.

"I figured your area must have been completely destroyed, so I thought I'd come over and help collect the bodies."

"It seems... that's no longer necessary."

"..."

The ice and rock were deathly silent.

The expressions on Chu Kuanglan's and his teammates' faces froze instantly, as if they had been frozen in place.

Help me collect the body?

Hearing the other person say such blunt things.

Everyone couldn't help but twitch their lips.

That's just too infuriating.

at this time
"Captain Chu! Captain Chu! It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

A loud, urgent voice came from the front of the massive procession.

A burly, middle-aged man, dressed in worn leather armor and carrying a thick-backed machete, appeared, accompanied by several other third-tier extraordinary individuals.

He quickly squeezed out of the crowd.

I jogged all the way to the bottom of the ice rock.

The man at the head of the group was named Wang Qi.

His face bore the weariness and grime of a long journey.

But his eyes were bright, and he was now filled with a sincere smile as he repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting to Chu Kuanglan on the ice rock.

"Captain Chu, please calm down! Brother Mo Yan is just like that; he speaks his mind directly and doesn't mince words. Please don't take it to heart!"

Wang Qi took a breath and quickly explained.

At the same time, he raised his hand and forcefully drew a large circle, encompassing the massive, silent, dark mass of twenty to thirty thousand people behind him, as well as Mo Yan, who remained indifferent beneath the ice rock.

"We are all of us! Including Brother Mo Yan! And all the brothers behind him!"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying a sense of candor, and echoed clearly in the cold wind.

"They all came spontaneously. Inside the Great Wall, when they heard that the devilish bastards had gathered a large army and surrounded the construction site of Dawn City, everyone couldn't sit still."

"What?"

Wang Qi's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Just for the name of Dawn, and for your ruthless spirit of daring to build your city outside the Great Wall and stand at the forefront to fight the Death Demon."

"What are we doing, enduring this hellish place like the Arctic, suffering like we're burning oil?"

"Isn't it all about being able to kill ghosts and avenge the deaths of our loved ones and comrades?! There are too many rules and too many constraints inside the Great Wall, it's so frustrating."

He pointed to the silent crowd behind him, then pointed to himself.

His face showed genuine excitement.

"We heard you're recruiting people here, specifically brothers who are willing to fight to the death with the ghosts. We're interested and have been wanting to come for a long time! But before, your city was still under construction, so we couldn't contact you and didn't know the rules. We were thinking of waiting until the city was built before we came to join you."

"But we never expected this to happen today. When we received the news, what were we waiting for? We grabbed our weapons and came right away."

"If we meet someone on the way who is also heading here, we'll travel together. Most of us don't even know each other's names!"

Wang Qi patted his chest heavily at the end:
“We came here for no other reason than to follow God Fang and Dawn, to fight the Death Demons with real swords and spears outside the Great Wall, on this frozen sea. Even if we die, it will be worth it.”

"..."

Chu Kuanglan and his teammates behind him.

Completely stunned.

They looked at Wang Qi, who was standing excitedly under the ice rock, and at the dark mass of people behind him, who were travel-worn but had burning eyes.

Then I looked at Mo Yan, who was still expressionless.
An indescribable emotion suddenly surged into Chu Kuanglan's heart.

Two or three thousand people spontaneously?

For the sake of the name of Dawn?
In order to kill the demons with a satisfying urge?

This...this was completely beyond Chu Kuanglan's imagination.

He subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the construction site.

Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, Lin Yu, and other core members were seen receiving a message from Shen Zhou.

He had already arrived with a team of soldiers whose auras were composed and focused.

Standing a little further back, I was equally stunned by the sight before me.

Wei Banmeng's usually cold face was filled with astonishment.

Chu Kuanglan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his emotions, and said to Wang Qi, "Brother Wang Qi, I, Chu Kuanglan, on behalf of Dawn City, accept your kind intentions!"

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone sincere.

"But now that the Ghost Army has just retreated, we've suffered considerable casualties, and the construction site needs rebuilding, so I'm afraid it's temporarily..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Beneath the icy rocks, Mo Yan, who had remained silent like a stone, suddenly spoke again.

The voice remained the same monotone.

"I stayed."

Mo Yan raised his eyelids, his empty eye sockets sweeping over the busy construction site and the mountain of corpses of the dead.

Finally, the light fell on Chu Kuanglan's face.

"Help me. Guard the construction site, or carry timber, move stones, anything is fine."

He paused, seemingly trying to organize his thoughts, and then added a sentence.

"I used to work as a construction worker."

"..."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at Mo Yan as if he were a monster.

These words came out of his mouth in such an emotionless tone.

The contrast is just too strong.

However, after this eerie silence...
"We'll stay too!"

Wang Qi was almost immediately following Mo Yan's words, the first to raise his arms and shout.

"Yes! Stay! Help!"

"We played a part in building Dawn City! Count us in defending the city and slaying demons!"

"Captain Chu! Captain Wei! Let us stay! We have plenty of strength!"

"Many hands make light work! We can handle any tight deadlines!"

"..."

It was like a spark splashed into boiling oil.

Beneath the icy rocks, the massive army of twenty to thirty thousand people, who had stood silently in solemn silence, was instantly ignited.

Countless arms were raised high, and countless weathered faces were flushed red.

Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, Lin Yu
All the core members of Dawn City were completely stunned by the scene before them, a scene of overwhelming cheers and fervent emotions.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath.

He took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chu Kuanglan.

Her cool gaze swept over the excited, eager, and even somewhat fanatical faces below.

He glanced at Wang Qi, then at the leading third-tier fighters.

Finally, the spotlight fell on Mo Yan, who remained indifferent, as if the deafening shouts around him had nothing to do with him.

Her eyes became extremely serious.

"it is good."

Wei Banmeng's voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the deafening sound waves.

"welcome!"

"Join the City of Dawn!"

"boom--"

An even more fervent cheer swept across the entire coastline like a tsunami.

"Dawn! Dawn! Dawn!"

The enormous roar seemed to rip the leaden sky apart.

Shen Zhou, who had been anxiously scratching his head on the side, was now full of energy.

His chubby face flushed red with excitement.

He leaped onto an ice rock and waved his arms.

He roared with all his might, his voice even drowning out the cheers:
"Brothers of the construction team! Lead the way! Distribute tools to the newcomers! Assign task areas! Blueprints! Where are the blueprints?! Quick! Get moving! Get moving!!!"

He yelled as he herded them like ducks.

He commands the core backbone and technical personnel of DeepBlue Heavy Industry.

"This way! We need manpower for the heavy equipment maintenance area! Anyone strong, come with me!"

"We urgently need mixers and vibratory compactors for the foundation pouring in Zone B-7! Those skilled in water and soil control will be given priority!"

"Materials sorting and stacking area, over here, all you quick ones, come over here!"

"Keep watch on the perimeter! Don't let your guard down on the perimeter! Brothers with combat experience, organize patrols!"

Deep Blue Heavy Industry personnel instantly dispatched this large and disorganized spontaneous reinforcement force.

The process of diverting and guiding patients began in an orderly manner.

The construction site in Dawn City came to a brief halt.

It beats faster with a wilder rhythm.

Chu Kuanglan and Wei Banmeng stood on high ground, watching the crowd below surge into the construction site like a floodgate opening, quickly blending into every corner.

Watching those unfamiliar faces, some skilled, some clumsy, take the tools and, under the direction of the Deep Blue team, begin clearing the ruins, reinforcing the foundations, repairing equipment, and moving materials…

"Old Chu"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice carried a hint of barely perceptible emotion.

It rang in Chu Kuanglan's ears.

Chu Kuanglan didn't turn around; his rugged face remained unchanged.

The mixture of blood and ice shards looked particularly striking under the light.

His eyes were fixed on the bustling scene below.

Looking at those new faces who are working hard.

"Half-dream."

Chu Kuanglan's voice was somewhat low.

"I think I understand now."

He slowly raised his hand.

Pointing down at the construction site, which was boiling like a furnace.

It points to those figures who are working silently or shouting loudly.

"There are too many twists and turns in the Great Wall. Some people's hearts have long been frozen and worn down. They only think about how to survive and how to gain benefits."

But there are always some people

"Their blood is still warm."

"They came to this godforsaken place for no other reason than..."

"Just so I can stand up straight."

"Killer!"

The Great Wall of the Arctic, core area.

in an office.

The room was simply furnished, with only a huge desk and a few chairs.

A tactical map that takes up an entire wall.

And a leather sofa placed against the wall.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Consciousness rose as if from the deep sea, carrying a hint of drowsiness and sluggishness.

What came into view was the familiar ceiling.

He tried moving his fingers.

A long-lost feeling of weakness washed over me.

That final Divine Judgment was indeed a bit beyond their capabilities.

He tilted his head slightly.

Hong Qitian was standing with his back to him, his hands behind his back.

Fang Qingyu's current memory only goes back to when he disintegrated and swallowed the boulder, and then, when he was about to faint, he smelled Jiu's scent, so he passed out peacefully.

When he woke up again, he found himself in Old Man Hong's office.

no doubt.

It must have been Old Man Hong who had Jiu bring him back.

"woke up?"

Hong Qitian did not turn around.

Fang Qingyu didn't say anything, but slowly supported his body.

He sat up from the sofa.

He leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the desk.

There lay a thick book with a dark blue leather cover, its style antique and its edges badly worn.

"Is it necessary to bring me back?"

Fang Qingyu's voice was a little hoarse as he got straight to the point.

Hong Qitian slowly turned around.

There was no expression on that face.

He walked to his desk, picked up the dark blue booklet, and flicked his wrist.

The booklet traced an arc and landed precisely on the sofa next to Fang Qingyu with a dull thud.

"If I don't bring you back, you'll die there."

Hong Qitian rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He walked to the chair opposite Fang Qingyu and sat down, pouring himself a cup of strong, dark tea.

"The Ghostly Royal Family, how does it feel to have run into three of them this time?"

Hong Qitian took a sip of scalding hot tea without even lifting his eyelids.

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu spoke succinctly, reaching out to pick up the dark blue booklet.

There was no writing on the cover.

Just open it casually.

On the yellowed paper.

It consists of densely packed tiny characters and hand-drawn illustrations.

Each page details the physical characteristics, abilities, and fighting style of a member of the Oni royal family.
And, of course, the one and only treasure they possess.

Soon, Fang Qingyu saw the three royals he had just encountered.

[Hell Guest]

Racial Trait: Ethereal Shadow. Mastery of the Ultimate Projection: [Eighteen Hells Diagram].

Blood Rakshasa

Racial Trait: Blood Drain/Shaping. Mastery of the Treasure Projection: [Blood Sea Jade Bottle].

【Rock Giant Spirit】

Racial Trait: Power of the Earth, petrifying skin. Mastery of the ultimate treasure projection: [Earthshattering Hammer].

【Moon Monk】

Master the ultimate treasure: [Great Sun Golden Cymbals]

Features: Energy-storing projectile of the Great Sun Meteor
Fang Qingyu's gaze lingered on the page titled "Moon Monk" for a few seconds.

"The golden cymbal of the great sun."

He whispered the name and closed the booklet.

She looked up at Hong Qitian, her brows furrowing slightly.

He asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Why does the Fate Demon have so many good things?! These things sound like they should all be treasures of our human race, right?"

Old Man Hong looked at Fang Qingyu with a strange expression.

"These sound like treasures belonging to the gods and Buddhas."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by these words, and it seemed to be true.

He then said, "But even if they belong to the gods and Buddhas, they shouldn't have fallen into the hands of the Fate Demon, especially so many of them."

Fang Qingyu had just glanced at it briefly.

There were over a hundred members of the royal family.

This means there are hundreds of treasures.

Hong Qitian frowned slightly as he listened.

After a long silence, he said uncertainly, "I'm not too sure about that either. I only know that there used to be a rumor that the Fate Ghost was actually created by a certain god, and that these treasures were given to them by that god."

"."

Silence fell over the office.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu couldn't help but twitch his lips.
What kind of great god could create such a race and afford to give so many treasures?
Pangu! Or perhaps Nuwa?

This rumor is far too unbelievable.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu simply listened and observed.

He then stood up from the sofa.

"Then I'll leave first."

Fang Qingyu stretched his still sore neck, making a slight cracking sound, and turned his gaze to the doorway.

Hong Qitian remained seated in his chair.

They showed no intention of getting up to see him off.

However, just as Fang Qingyu's hand was about to touch the doorknob...

Hong Qitian's aged yet calm voice rang out in the office without warning:
"correct."

"Forgot to tell you."

The teacup was gently placed back on the table.

It made a slight thud.