Chapter 971: Black Bone Weirdness (1/2, Requesting Moon Tickets)

For how many years, for how many years, had Qing Guo finally produced a legitimate Crown Prince! Finally, a prince had inherited the Emperor's bloodline—no matter the cost, the You Family would protect Lord Seven!

At this moment, the importance of Lord Seven surpassed that of ten You Sisis—indeed, the entire nation should spare no effort to safeguard Lord Seven!

Yet Lord Seven remains entangled in romantic attachments!

Though You Xingchen also wished to rescue You Sisi, nothing now was more important than escorting Lord Seven back to the Imperial Palace.

Yet no matter how he pleaded, Captain Wu remained unmoved.

"Xingchen Shu, take Jing Yan and the others back to the Imperial Palace with your main force. We'll go to Juan Niao Lou to handle some business first, then join you shortly."

Fang Yue spoke at this moment.

Fang Yue's words were naturally Captain Wu's orders.

Captain Wu knew little of Jingcheng and largely followed Fang Yue's arrangements.

When Captain Wu spoke, no one dared disobey.

"Shortly? Jingcheng is fraught with danger at every step—do you know how perilous it is to lead Lord Seven wandering about?"

You Xingchen clenched his fists, but Fang Yue's mind was made up; You Xingchen could do nothing.

In the end, Fang Yue ordered Jing Yan, Chen Qing, and even Lord Han, still recovering from his wounds, to accompany You Xingchen's main force toward the Imperial Palace.

Fang Yue, Niu Zuo, Ming, and Captain Wu headed in another direction.

"Captain You need not worry too much—Xiao Ye's strength is formidable; he can protect Lord Seven's safety. Once my wounds improve, I'll go to support them."

In response to Lord Han's reassurance, You Xingchen offered only a forced smile.

Looking ahead, the once-bustling streets now held not a single soul.

The common folk had either hidden away or become corpses on the ground.

Beneath the dim Black Cloud, mingled with the night, the entire street exuded a chilling desolation.

Corpses with only half their bodies remaining hung from carts—apparently too slow to flee, their intestines torn out and devoured by the eerie entities.

Looking down the street, corpses littered the road, broken and incomplete—clearly, this area had been swept clean by the eerie entities.

Though it may seem callous, one must admit: streets already ravaged by the eerie entities were comparatively safer.

You Xingchen led his group forward swiftly when suddenly—he felt something, halted abruptly, and looked upward.

Drip.

Drip!

Drip!!

Cold liquid struck his face.

1!

1!

1!

Qi and Blood rapidly diminished as the raindrops fell.

"Night… Night Rain! It's raining Night Rain!"

"It's Night Rain! Everyone, run! Find shelter!"

"We're done! The scale of this Night Rain falling from such a vast Black Cloud is beyond imagination!"

"Captain You, what should we do now? Should we still head to the Imperial Palace?"

You Xingchen looked back at the panicked crowd, his expression darkening.

"Yes! No matter where you hide outside, you'll eventually face the eerie entities! But if we enter the Imperial Palace, we'll no longer have to worry!"

There was another thing You Xingchen didn't say: if we don't reach the Imperial Palace now while the Night Rain is still light, then when it swells from Light Rain to Medium Rain, even to Heavy Rain, everyone will be trapped and killed!

"Hurry! Rush to the Imperial Palace!"

Boom!!

Amid You Xingchen's shout, thunder erupted in the sky above Jingcheng!

In the thunder, the ethereal spirit tree reappeared once more—but You Xingchen's gaze snapped to the tall building ahead.

It was Xitinglou—and atop its roof stood a humanoid eerie entity, entirely encased in Black Bone armor, gripping a dripping, bloody human head.

One glance—and You Xingchen's pupils contracted sharply; he recognized it instantly!

That head belonged to Feng Mengya, Sect Master of He Dao Sect—the sect famed alongside Tian Jian Sect as one of the Two Sword-Sword Sects!

If he remembered correctly, Sect Master Feng Mengya's strength was… Rain Level!

Breath held.

He raised his fist, signaling everyone to freeze.

You Xingchen swallowed hard, eyes locked on the distant eerie entity.

The eerie entity stood motionless atop the roof, yet the falling black meteors—like subjects bowing to an emperor—were drawn toward it, kneeling in unison around its feet.

Boom!!

Amid thunder and Night Rain, the eerie entity merely tilted its head upward, letting the rain trickle down its streamlined Black Bone armor.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the eerie entity slowly turned its head—its gaze… fixed on You Xingchen's direction!

You Xingchen's pupils shrank—he jumped as if his fur had stood on end.

The sensation of being watched by an ancient eerie beast made him feel he'd already walked through the gates of death!

"Rain… Level! Absolute Rain Level eerie entity! There's a Rain Level eerie entity inside that Black Cloud!!"

You Xingchen's heart pounded violently, his body stiff with terror—but fortunately, the Black Bone eerie entity seemed to sense something else and suddenly turned toward another direction.

At that moment, the thunder ceased, and Jingcheng plunged back into darkness.

As the Black Curtain descended, You Xingchen realized the Black Bone eerie entity had vanished.

Along with it, the Wu Yu tribe eerie entities that had knelt around it also disappeared.

"Has it left…"

You Xingchen instinctively swept his gaze quickly across the distance, and soon spotted a cluster of dark dots rapidly retreating in one direction.

The rain-class black-bone armored grotesque was already nowhere in sight, but the accompanying worm-shaped Wu Yu tribe grotesques could barely be made out.

"That direction—if I remember right, it's toward Juan Niao Lou! Seventh Prince, sir, please don't let anything happen to you…"

You Xingchen clenched his fists, yet he understood that the current him, even if he rushed over to support, would be no match for that grotesque at all!

Only a rain-class expert can stand against a rain-class grotesque!

The Imperial Palace! He had to get into the Imperial Palace at once and call for reinforcements!

In the Black Cloud, who knew how many terrifying grotesques like the one from before still lurked—only by bringing the Seventh Prince back to the Imperial Palace early could he truly set his mind at ease!

While You Xingchen was thinking all this, Lord Han slowly spoke up as well.

"What a crushing pressure… that grotesque is probably royalty among the Wu Yu tribe!"

"Royalty? Then it must be no pushover. Jingcheng really is getting more and more dangerous…" Master Qiankun forced a wry smile. He was only a physician, with no real power to change Jingcheng's apocalyptic situation.

Still, he wasn't that worried, because he knew Jingcheng was not without rain-class experts! It was just that experts of that level almost never stepped in.

"A rain-class grotesque?!"

"First Night Rain, now a rain-class grotesque—what on earth is happening to Jingcheng…"

(End of Chapter)