The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The group followed the spiral stone steps back to the ground and returned to the abandoned freezer.

The night wind outside rushed into the broken iron gate, dispelling the stench that clung to their bodies.

Long Ao casually tossed the figure on his shoulder onto the icy floor.

A muffled thud came from the ground, and the person on the ground was Yue Teng.

The descendant of that arrogant and domineering patron.

An Changqing took a breath of cold air, took out his phone, and prepared to call the local branch of the Superpower Association.

A fair hand pressed down on his wrist.

An Changqing turned his head.

Su Yuehe looked at him with an extremely serious expression.

"Don't contact the Superpower Association yet."

An Changqing frowned and looked at his companion: "Why? This is the underground of Taipei City."

"With a temple of this caliber appearing, along with cult members, the association should take over."

An Changqing asked, but Su Yuehe shook her head, her hand still resting on An Changqing's wrist.

"Don't contact the association, contact the parliament. Don't you trust me?"

An Changqing's expression changed slightly, but he still insisted: "Such serious incidents have always been handed over to the association."

She looked into An Changqing's eyes and insisted, "Changqing, trust me this once. The council has an independent investigative team specifically for these kinds of special cases."

Su Yuehe's stubbornness exceeded An Changqing's expectations. After a moment of silence, An Changqing finally put away his communicator, chose to compromise, and dialed the council's number instead.

The group waited in the cold wind.

Less than twenty minutes later, the deep roar of engines filled the night sky.

Three unmarked black aircraft landed on the wasteland.

A dozen or so agents in black filed out.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, clearly indicating that they were well-trained.

The detective leading the team walked up to Su Yuehe, bowed, and asked her to confirm the situation at the scene.

"Inside is an ancient sacrificial site, where many civilians are in a deep coma and require a large number of medical pods."

Su Yuehe explained the situation clearly and logically.

"Understood, Ms. Su. We will immediately allocate resources for rescue and cordon off the area."

The detective took out a tablet and quickly made a note.

Su Yuehe pointed to Yue Teng on the ground.

"This person is the mastermind, extremely dangerous, and must be contained using the highest level of security measures, sent directly to the sixth underground prison."

Upon hearing this, two detectives stepped forward and put a special lock on Yue Teng to suppress his spiritual power.

They dragged Yue Teng up and threw him into the lower deck of the aircraft.

The remaining agents quickly dispersed.

They began setting up barriers around the cold storage, completely sealing off the entrance to the underground temple.

"The rest of the matter is now under the full control of the council. The students were frightened tonight; would you like us to send a car to take you back to Huaqing College?"

The team leader asked in a formulaic manner.

"No need, we'll go back ourselves."

An Changqing made the decision for everyone.

The agent nodded, turned around and returned to the aircraft. With the roar of the engines, the three black aircraft took off and quickly disappeared into the night of Taipei.

After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, the four people walked out of the abandoned factory area, and the scene zoomed out into the night.

Several kilometers away, at the top of an abandoned tower.

The night breeze rustled the hem of Santai's clothes as she sat on the railing at the edge of the tower, her legs dangling in the air, overlooking the entire city, her toes dangling casually.

She held a cell phone in her hand, the beeping sound particularly clear in the night sky.

The call was connected.

She put away her usual carefree and casual attitude.

"Yes, boss, everything is going according to plan."

San Tai spoke seriously, something she rarely did, and there was only a slight static on the phone, with no instructions coming through.

"That kid Xuanwu is very cautious, but unsurprisingly, he has successfully found the underground ruins."

"The process went more smoothly than expected, and all of Brother Nandou's ideas came to nothing."

San Tai continued her explanation, glancing down at her palm where a small scroll model was located. She then stored it in her storage ring.

"But there's one thing to note: those little guys have all been safely evacuated. For some reason, that temple is now under the control of the Human Council, not the expected Superpower Association."

After explaining the follow-up situation, the three people looked up at the night sky.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and she hummed an unknown southern folk song.

A strong gust of wind blew by, and the tower was now deserted.

……

Chen Guan pushed open the dormitory door, took off the black coffin, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from afar outside the window.

He opened the system panel, and the string of numbers was displayed in the center of his field of vision.

[Popularity score: 1,523,000]

We are still nearly halfway to reach our three million milestone, but compared to when we first arrived here a few months ago, this progress has far exceeded our expectations.

The discussion areas on the forum remain lively.

Today's battle gave me a blood pressure spike; Coffin Bro was so cool!

[Speaking of which, the three platforms suddenly appeared and then disappeared. When will this storyline actually unfold? I'm so impatient!]

[Don't rush upstairs, at this pace, the next big arc is coming soon.]

Chen Guan glanced at the forum a few times. The forum had been calm for the past two days. He casually posted two more photos, which caused a small stir in the forum.

The one who posts photos without saying a word is the most ruthless.

Then, without waiting for a response, he turned off the panel, reopened his eyes, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Too much had happened tonight; the image of the dark energy in the underground temple bowing down to him kept replaying in his mind.

The connection between the Lord of Nothingness and him remains shrouded in mystery.

The system has disappeared, the clues have run dry, and the three stations happen to be tight-lipped.

There were a few knocks on the door. Chen Guan sat up in bed in confusion. Who would come to visit at this hour... Bai Hu?

With questions in mind, he walked to the door.

The moment the door opened, unexpectedly, An Changqing was standing in the corridor, his hair still damp, probably because he had just taken a shower and hadn't dried his hair before coming.

Without speaking first, he quickly raised his right index finger to his lips, gesturing for silence towards Chen Guan.

Chen Guan stepped aside, and An Changqing slipped into the room. The door closed behind him, and the latch made a crisp sound as it locked itself in place.

"Where is Long Ao?"

"Going to sleep."

An Changqing lowered his voice and tilted his head towards the wall next door.

On the way back, Long Ao started to doze off, and after taking a shower, he fell asleep on the bed less than three minutes later.

It's no surprise that he was exhausted after playing all night.

An Changqing nodded, not taking up the topic, but instead took out a palm-sized wooden box from the inside pocket of his coat.

The box has a fine wood grain, rounded edges, and a matte finish, making it look quite well-made.

He handed the wooden box to Chen's coffin.

"Here, take this."

Chen Guan took the box. It was quite heavy. He didn't open it right away. He turned it over and looked at the bottom. It was clean and there were no markings. He couldn't tell what it was at all.