Chapter 1526: Race

Race

When Jian Changsheng returned to the Temple of the Dead, his eyes were still red.

Jian Changsheng didn't like to cry, much less want others to see that he had cried, because that represented his vulnerability. For this reason, he even washed his face twice more with clear water from the vat before leaving the ancient well... But even so, those reddened eyes still made it obvious at a glance that he had just cried his heart out.

Seeing Jian Changsheng limping back, Chen Ling and the others also noticed the redness at the corners of his eyes. But this time, even the most playful Sun Bumian tacitly didn't ask much. Only Chen Ling spoke with a slight frown:

"So fast? You actually could have chatted a bit longer... We still have time."

"I've chatted about all there is to chat. If we chat any further, she'll start pressuring me to get married again." Jian Changsheng waved his hand, pretending not to care. "Compared to these domestic affairs, we still have a more important mission to complete... right, Red King, My Lord~?"

Chen Ling: ...

Seeing this, Chen Ling didn't persuade him further. Swaying, he stood up from the ground:

"...Then let's go, it's time for us to leave."

Seeing this scene, Jian Changsheng almost laughed out loud!

A dignified Red King, a World-Ending Calamity, and a millennium-old fogey, a Path of the Actor Demigod, now had to pathetically hold the wall to walk. Of course, Jian Changsheng couldn't let this opportunity slip by. Letting out a "Haha":

"Yo~ Where did these two old ladies come from?"

Then he himself limped and tried to catch up to Chen Ling and the other.

The corner of Sun Bumian's mouth twitched. How could he endure this provocation? One must know that his scumbag master might be watching right here from somewhere in the River Styx. If he was mocked by this cripple, where would he put his face?

Gritting his teeth, Sun Bumian forcibly quickened his pace.

Jian Changsheng was originally just about to overtake Sun Bumian, but as the other sped up, his crippled leg was somewhat insufficient. Glaring and enduring the pain, he also huffed and puffed, quickening his pace forward, even reaching out to try and grab Sun Bumian's shoulder.

Chen Ling: ...

Looking at these two incredibly childish people, Chen Ling was somewhat speechless for a moment. But when he saw Jian Changsheng grinning hideously and about to overtake him, he still silently quickened his pace a bit.

At the entrance of the temple.

Chu Muyun, who had just barely finished repairing Jiang Xiaohua's body, looked up and saw three "zombies" with extremely uncoordinated limbs rushing out of the temple. They didn't speak, just rushing forward with their heads down. The scene was incredibly bizarre.

Jiang Xiaohua, who had finally managed to stand up, froze. Although he didn't know what happened, he still called out anxiously:

"Wait for me!"

The Mummy joined the battlefield, stumbling with every step.

Chu Muyun: ???

"The Red King is no good either! I casually overtook him~"

"...Spades, your leg seems to be bleeding."

"Is it? It's fine, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Damn it, Spades, you're cheating! Why are you pulling my shoulder?"

"Wait for me... wait for me!"

"..."

The River Styx flowed silently under the dim sky. The four figures ran forward, staggering but chasing after each other. From time to time, a few complaints and sarcastic remarks were heard. In the barren and dead Ghost City, their figures were vibrant and fiery.

But their "fiery" state couldn't last for long.

Bang bang bang bang!

With one hammer strike each from Chu Muyun, the four were knocked down one after another. He cobbled together four simple wooden carts from who knows where, directly tying ropes to drag the four, bumping along the roads of the Ghost City.

"A wounded person should look like a wounded person," Chu Muyun said with a dark expression.

The 6-series members lay neatly on the wooden boards, their bodies bumping continuously along the potholes in the road. Although they were still a bit dissatisfied, thinking that right now the four of them combined might not be able to beat one Chu Muyun, they could only honestly act as hauled cargo.

The Ghost City gradually faded away in their vision. Vaguely, there seemed to be three figures standing atop the temple, watching them from afar.

"Are we really letting them go just like that?" Suxi gritted his teeth.

Before Jiang Xiaohua left, he released him. After all, once a Special Envoy went to the world of the living, their strength was too weak and they were fundamentally useless; taking him along would just be a burden... Of course, before leaving, Jiang Xiaohua still ruthlessly cast a few Curses on him, leaving him completely powerless to pursue and fight back.

Liulian stood beside him, looking at the departing figures with a somewhat complex gaze:

"Since the Ghost Path isn't pursuing it, why should we go touch this bad luck? It's better to quickly send off these Plague Gods."

"That Chen Ling spared our lives. Naturally, we have to repay them once," Chikou snorted coldly. "This is our Causality."

"It's just a pity about Da'an..."

"Bai Qi has already become an Annihilated Soul, so this Causality is completely settled... After a long period of time, a new 'Da'an' will appear, just that it might not necessarily be human. Perhaps... it will be some new form of life? We'll have to see who the new master of the world of the living is by then."

"Do you still think humanity can't survive this tribulation?"

Suxi looked at the departing back of the theatrical robe, hesitating for a long time.

"Perhaps... there isn't no hope?"

...

Tianshu Domain.

A messy ruin, as if it had just experienced a massive battle. Su Zhiwei still wore her training clothes, standing calmly in place. Hong Xiu and Lü Liangren flew over from afar in the direction of the Tianshu Base ruins.

"How has that Wang Jian been dealt with?" Su Zhiwei asked.

"Fortunately, you struck a bit lightly. We found someone to treat him; he won't die for the time being." Lü Liangren smiled. "He has already been imprisoned in the base now. I've laid down numerous traps around him, there won't be any problems."

"We searched this out from him."

Hong Xiu handed a Small Golden Gourd into Su Zhiwei's hand.

Su Zhiwei opened a corner of it, took a glance, and astonishment surfaced on her face...

As a modern person, Su Zhiwei didn't know the secrets of Demigod resurrection. But since Wang Jian went through so much trouble to bring these things out from the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, they must be very important. She hung this Small Golden Gourd at her waist.

"I'll safeguard it personally."

"Lord of the Red Dust, should we withdraw all our personnel?" Lü Liangren asked, pointing at the figures still surrounding the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path.

Su Zhiwei nodded. Just as she was about to say something, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble again!

As if something was rapidly rising from underground!

"There are still people?"

Su Zhiwei frowned.

The complexions of those numerous figures surrounding the entrance simultaneously became serious. Looking at the ground beneath their feet, they waited in strict formation!

Boom——!!

A muffled boom rang out. A figure slowly sketched itself out amidst the flying dust...