Chapter 2692

Mrs. Nelson hurriedly sat up. Although her husband was by her side, seeing the strange young man and the two witches looking at her, she became even more confused:

"What on earth is going on?"

Ms. Brock looked at Xia De, wanting to say something but stopping, quite curious about what Xia De had paid to convince the "ferryman" to help, but Xia De did not want to talk about it:

"Hello, madam. You are lost here; the past is not important. Forget all this. Now prepare to leave, I will send you back."

The woman nodded slowly:

"Okay, then thank you very much... I only remember a pair of purple eyes looking at me. Was that lady lost too?"

"Um... I have already rescued her."

So Adele might be right; any matter related to the apocalypse, as long as no answer can be found, then it is highly likely related to Luweiya:

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this, prepare to go home."

Xia De raised his voice slightly and stood up to get everyone by the campfire to pay attention to him:

"Being able to meet here is because everyone has their own reasons. But no matter what, life has now become meaningful again, and everyone has new goals in life. It's time to go back; I hope you will never set foot here again."

The Nelsons hugged and thanked him again, Miss McConaughey nodded quickly, and Ms. Brock was a bit dispirited, but thinking that she still had to use the rest of her life to find a way to see her sister after death, the long-lost sense of expectation in her heart surged up again:

"I want to pass down the legend that witches will encounter a special man descending from the sky in times of distress. I wonder how future girls will view him."

This campfire was originally here, and there was no need for everyone to deal with it. Except for a small amount of daily necessities, they had nothing else to take away. Even the things dug out from under the sand, except for the 【Demon Hunter Seal】 that Ms. Brock intended to take, everything else was left behind:

"The inheritance of the Demon Hunters cannot be lost here."

Therefore, after Xia De explained that they could leave, Mr. Nelson supported his wife, and Ms. Brock and Miss McConaughey walked side by side, all following Xia De to the pier's trestle bridge.

But Xia De did not let them board the ship immediately. Instead, he stroked the cat and then found some bone powder in his pocket. After sprinkling the bone powder into the black water under the trestle, amidst a gurgling sound, his own small boat also emerged.

Xia De's small boat was smaller than the "ferryman's" wooden boat, but equally crude. He maneuvered his boat to the stern of the "ferryman's" boat, and then used the 【Chain of Sin】 to connect the two ships bow to stern.

After doing this, he signaled for everyone to board. Because the space had become larger, there was no need for everyone to squeeze together. In the end, Mr. and Mrs. Nelson sat on the ferryman's boat, while the two witches sat on Xia De's small boat.

Thus, the stern where the ferryman had been standing became the very end of this small fleet. After Xia De received the sturdy wooden oar from His hand, the "ferryman" himself sat directly on His own boat, face-to-face with the Nelsons.

Xia De finally asked:

"The previous times I came to row, I was retracing the routes you had already taken. But I have never been to the correct time point corresponding to them. Won't you teach me some techniques?"

But it seemed that the "ferryman's" teaching technique was the same as Ms. Brock's just now, belonging to the type where demonstrating once implied that Xia De could master it, so the god did not answer this question.

So Xia De changed his phrasing:

"I at least need to know where the destination is; I have never been there."

The tall figure in the black robe, who had sat down, then pointed to the Thirteenth-Tier Witch sitting at the very front of the fleet. Xia De sighed:

"I understand, but if I really take the wrong path in a moment, please remind me in time."

He returned to his small boat:

"Ms. Brock, can I borrow your hair as a beacon? I need to locate our destination."

The witches had mentioned many times that their hair was the best material for witch secret arts, and could also represent them to a certain extent.

Ms. Brock then took three long hairs and handed them to Xia De. Xia De wrapped them around his wrist, then took the oar and went to the bow. He gently stroked the cat on his shoulder, and seeing that it did not want to return to his pocket, he did not force it:

"Everyone sit tight, we're setting off."

The oar entered the water and then paddled backward, and the fleet sailed lightly out of the pier.

The people on the ships all looked back at the gradually blurring beach, trestle, and campfire at this moment, and then when they looked in the direction the small boats were sailing, they saw only boundless darkness.

This journey did not charge for tickets; it was the "ferryman" who required Xia De to carry everyone back himself. The oar in his hand and the two strange small boats, under Xia De's control, traveled further and further in this boundless water. Although Xia De was very worried that he wouldn't find the route, fortunately, he had already actively tried "traversing space" in the real world.

Therefore, after the small boats completely sailed away from the pier, he tried to grasp that feeling again. No one spoke, and even the cat just squatted on his shoulder looking at the surroundings.

At a certain moment, thick fog appeared from the darkness ahead. When the small boats sailed into that dense fog, the Outlander finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Luckily, it worked."

He continued to row with the oar in his hand, and so the small fleet continued forward in the fog amidst the sound of water. As the dense fog disappeared abruptly at a certain moment, moonlight illuminated the fleet that had appeared in the great lake from above.

Under the night sky, a lush forest surrounded the great lake. Xia De did not know where this was, but it was definitely the real world. The warm summer wind blowing on his body was exceptionally comfortable. The galaxy was inverted in the night sky, and the three moons were as beautiful as the moons of the Sixth Era night.

The "passengers" who saw the starry sky also observed the surroundings from the ships. Ms. Brock only identified it for a moment before recognizing where this was:

"When I entered the dark town on the outskirts of the beach, I started from the bottom of this lake. We really are back."

She looked up at the star map again. Although her goal was the seat of death, she also had the ability to observe the stars:

"Has it only been seven days since I left reality?"

Xia De then continued to row the oar, carrying everyone close to the small pier on the shore of the nameless great lake. This was a lake in the forest, and the pier looked exceptionally dilapidated, but at least it could still be used.

After the fleet stopped steadily, the Nelsons and the two witches disembarked one after another. Shoes and boots stepping on the wooden planks of the trestle made creaking sounds. Stepping back into the real world made several people feel as if hundreds of years had passed since they left.

Everyone had different melancholy; this was a very common emotion after an adventure. And seeing Xia De holding the oar still standing on the boat, they knew that Xia De would not leave with them.

They wanted to open their mouths to say goodbye to Xia De, but except for that Thirteenth-Tier Great Witch, the faces of the other three showed a hint of confusion:

"Just now, what happened? Where is this? Oh, why does my head suddenly hurt?"

They had forgotten the Black Sand Pier and forgotten the things there.

Ms. Brock was not surprised at all. She ignored the three and took the notebook from Miss McConaughey's hand and handed it to Xia De:

"If I'm not mistaken, I think we probably won't have the chance to meet again."

Xia De said with a smile:

"It's better not to meet again; after all, the places I appear are definitely very dangerous. But no matter what, I am very grateful to you and your sister."

The candidate Great Witch of Death shook her head, her eyes fixed on Xia De's face:

"It is I who should thank you. I can see it now; you appeared there entirely for the sake of that woman who went to the apocalypse, right? Actually, whether you help me and Miss McConaughey or not is a matter of no consequence."

But if Xia De ignored them and let them really leave by boat, then although Xia De could still complete the mission, he obviously wouldn't get those spirit runes and power, and paying for the ferry ticket later would become very difficult:

"Actually, I didn't need to help Mrs. Nelson either; I just needed to watch her appear, but... anyway, I had nothing else to do, and I quite like this sense of accomplishment."

The witch then also smiled:

"I really don't know what kind of lucky people the witches who have the fortune to live in the same era as you are."

Seeing the expression on Xia De's face that showed he didn't know how to answer, she waved at Xia De again:

"You still have your own things to do, so let's say goodbye here. I will send the three of them back, and I will also go communicate with the Prophet Society. The adventure is over, but life goes on. I've been missing for seven days; I don't know if the girls under me have already seen my suicide note. I hope this didn't scare them."

"I feel that your reappearance is what will scare them. In the situation where they thought you were dead, perhaps someone would do... it doesn't matter."

Xia De also waved at her. Although Ms. Anya Brock was not the protagonist of the mission in this adventure, she and her sister left the deepest impression on Xia De:

"Then goodbye, Ms. Brock. I wish you to sit on the seat of death soon, and I wish you to be able to meet your sister again before the Underworld Moon after death."

The witch threw him a black pendant. The pendant looked like it was made after melting sand into crystals, and its appearance was a small black sickle:

"Take it as a gift. I made this by the fire when I had nothing to do. Goodbye, man from the future, goodbye!"

The oar paddled on the water, and the two small boats sailed toward the lake again. The other three, whose hearing had been blocked just now, didn't know what this meant at all. The middle-aged witch stood at the edge of the small pier by the lake, watching the two small boats sail further and further away under the starry sky, until they completely melted into the night.