Chapter 57 The dust is rising. The letter that was not delivered to another person...

Yellowstone settlement, the sun is at noon.

The warm sunshine spreads across the earth, making people feel warm.

However? The room was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

Cui Zhiyong took Qiu You back to his home and treated his wounds.

Because the house was newly built, the second floor had not been renovated yet, so it looked empty and devoid of life.

Normally it was fine for him to live alone, and occasionally he would quarrel with a black-haired kid until midnight and then stay at Zhang Chun's house. But this time he brought home a friend he hadn't seen for a long time - and the house he returned to was a simple one. For some reason he felt embarrassed, as if "he was at a class reunion and found out that he was the one living the worst life."

…Although Qiu You was covered in blood and in a state of disgrace, he looked like he was in a worse state than before?

This guy is still the same as before?, fighting like he doesn't care about his life, and keeps saying something like "I just need to survive and crawl back home".

Thinking of this, Cui Zhiyong unconsciously used more force and tied the bandage very tightly. The blood that had just stopped flowing out slowly again, staining the bandage red.

He stared at the blood-red spot in silence for a long while, then spread his hands and said, "I'm too lazy to bother with it anymore, just use it as is."

Qiu You retracted his arm, looked at the extremely ugly bow tied around his forearm, and sneered: "It's been almost five or six years, how come you can only tie a bow?"

Cui Zhiyong made himself a cup of tea, sat on the other side of the table, and said casually: "Because bows go well with women's clothes. By the way, what happened to your injury? I always feel that every time you appear, you are half dead? Not alive?"

Qiu You curled his lips, casually placed the long knife on the table and began to wipe the blood, as if he was nonchalantly saying: "The kid who played with sand naked in his youth now pretends to be an adult and teaches others a lesson."

Cui Zhiyong paused while drinking tea and said quietly, "The weather is very hot, and we are all children, so what does it matter? Oh, I almost forgot that you thought you were a girl so you were shy and didn't play with boys. It's really weird now that I think about it. Come to think of it, this knife looks quite new. Ah, it should be very expensive. Have you ever used dog feces to threaten the enemy?"

Qiu You slowly raised his eyes, his deep blue eyes were slightly cold, and he began to expose the truth without any hesitation: "You soaked yourself in the sand for three days, and you stayed in a doghouse because it was too hot in the middle of the night. You used dog feces to attack other children but accidentally hit the guards. For a whole year, your great achievements were spread all over the district."

Cui Zhiyong stiffened his neck and shouted, "You were three to ten years old, wearing women's clothes! White skirts, red skirts, long skirts, short skirts, you even had a cheongsam!"

clang!

The long sword hummed, and the tall, strong man with scars all over his body pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword. He looked at Cui Zhiyong who showed no fear at all, and said with a fake smile: "Let's go out and fight?"

Cui Zhiyong rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go to the back mountain!"

He stood up angrily, and the next second, a faint and mournful voice came from somewhere.

"Oh, that's great. It's great to have a childhood friend who grew up playing and fighting together. I want that, too."

Cui Zhiyong's whole body was stiff.

Qiu You quickly calmed down, turned around, raised his chin towards the ceiling, and asked Cui Zhiyong: "I wanted to ask before, what is that thing?"

In a corner of the empty house, a black-haired boy was hanging upside down on the clean white ceiling, clinging to the wall like a spider.

The black hair blocked the scarlet eyes, but the strange and eerie aura wrapped around the body seemed to condense and spread.

"That's great... I want to play with sand, too."

The strange black shadow began to move slowly as the voice sounded.

Cui Zhiyong shuddered.

Qiu You sat on the chair, watching the black shadow getting closer with interest.

The crackling sound continued.

The black shadow slowly crawled towards the ceiling above the two people, with its hands deeply embedded in the wall. As it moved, it left dark holes one after another, and the wall and cement blocks fell off with a rustling sound.

"That's great. I also want to go find someone to play with with a knife stuck in dog poop."

"I'm so envious. Why don't I have a childhood friend who I can grow up with? I can even trick him into wearing women's clothes."

"Speaking of which, she is wearing women's clothes. That's too much. She is obviously a villain cannon fodder, so why is there such a novel and trendy setting of wearing women's clothes? Isn't this something that can be remembered right away..."

The sound was calm, but full of resentment.

Click.

A small piece of cement hit Cui Zhiyong's head, causing him to come back to his senses instantly. He looked horrified and shouted in despair:

"That's enough! Yunyan, what are you doing? It's so scary, come down quickly!"

Cui Zhiyong jumped a few times and found that he couldn't reach the black-haired boy on the ceiling, so he prepared to step on the table to catch him.

And? The black-haired boy was as slippery as a loach. He was obviously hanging upside down on the ceiling, but he moved very quickly and nimbly dodged Cui Zhiyong's capture.

Qiu You held his long sword in his arms and watched the chaos leisurely.

It wasn't until the black-haired boy passed Cui Zhiyong and landed directly behind Qiu You that he suddenly reacted.

The next moment his muscles tensed, a hand belonging to a young man pressed on his shoulder, silently suppressing his movement to fight back, and then a strange face suddenly approached.

Although the posture was extremely threatening, the voice remained calm and without any emotional ups and downs.

"You are not on the voting list, so forget it. Even if you have a special memory point, you will never be on the list."

The black-haired boy said word by word.

Qiu You: “…”

As if he had encountered something incomprehensible, he fell into a long thought, not knowing what to say. After a long while, he considered the words and said, "Is your village carrying out any voting activities recently?"

Cui Zhiyong stared at the densely packed black holes on the ceiling of the new house. The more he looked, the colder his heart became. He said faintly, "Unfortunately, no, it was this kid himself who made up the list."

Qiu You pondered for a moment: "Then how can I get on the list?"

Cui Zhiyong: “…”

He wanted to roll his eyes?

Chu Xiuyan's eyes, which had been fixed on Qiu You, suddenly shifted away and said to Cui Zhiyong: "I'm thirsty and want to drink some water."

Because of the chaos just now, the teapot on the table had already fallen over and the water was spilling all over the floor.

Cui Zhiyong sighed, "Okay, okay, drink the water and go eat. It's already noon, if you don't go and eat, you can only eat sweet potatoes."

Chu Xiuyan let out a long "oh".

Cui Zhiyong left a warning, "Don't fight," and then went to the kitchen.

The moment his figure disappeared, the atmosphere changed instantly.

A blood-red sword and a dark red long knife suddenly collided, making a sharp sound.

Chu Xiuyan stood in front of Qiu You, looking down at those deep blue eyes? He held a blood sword tightly in his hand, and was blocked by another long sword the moment he stabbed at the man's throat. There was a faint crack on the part where the blood sword intersected with the sword.

And? Qiu You's long sword had a double-edged blade, with blood-colored lines running through it, and it had an evil and ominous aura.

This is a strange sword.

Qiu You, who was sitting on the chair, held the knife in one hand and easily blocked the incoming blood sword with the blade. Then, in that short breath, the tip of the knife fell, and the moment it landed, it slashed backwards, replaced by the handle that was almost soaked in blood. At a terrifying speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, it went straight to the boy's neck, and finally stopped at the jaw.

Even though the handle was not sharp, it still carried a terrifying sense of oppression, which was the momentum of a man walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood with just one knife.

Chu Xiuyan did not retreat. His eyes fell from Qiu You's face to the sword in his hand. He asked suddenly, "Is the long sword useful?"

Although the scene was one in which swords were pointed at each other and tensions should have been high, the atmosphere was not stiff at all.

Qiu You had been observing the boy's movements and found that although his attack speed was very fast, there were too many loopholes. He was a little surprised and said, "It's okay. You are a one-handed swordsman? Your swordsmanship is not very good. Have you not received any special training?"

Chu Xiuyan spoke slowly: "As long as it's fancy enough, the enemy won't be able to see through my next move. And? And I don't use a sword, I'm a long-range summoner."

"oh?"

Qiu You was about to laugh when the chair he was sitting on was kicked and broken. Although he reacted in time and didn't fall to the ground, his action of dodging was indeed a bit embarrassing.

Because he didn't want to actually fight here and make Cui Zhiyong unhappy, he barely controlled his instinct to fight back before falling and pressed the long sword to the ground.

He simply sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the black-haired boy with a look of disgust, and sighed: "With your personality, has no one ever teamed up to trap you?"

Chu Xiuyan turned his wrist and thought to himself nonchalantly, "What's wrong with my personality? Someone once said that I have a pair of pure and clear eyes that don't belong to this world."

Qiu You was silent for a long time, then said calmly: "That person might be blind."

Cui Zhiyong happened to come out after making tea and saw the table and chairs cracked on the ground again, and two people starting to wrestle next to them. Veins popped out in an instant.

"You two bastards!!"

…

Chu Xiuyan walked towards Nanshan holding the snatched teacup.

The system is remotely reporting the situation in Nanshan in a rhythmic tone.

[The bartender walked down the hill. Good! He stopped and thought. Two minutes later, he walked forward again—he made a big detour. What! He walked to the garden of a certain king, observed the growth of the corpse, and then continued to walk down the hill...]

【I'm going to give you a bad review. 】

The system is back to normal. [You seem to hate hate games. ]

【Remove the word "seem".】

Chu Xiuyan took a sip of tea, looking a little gloomy. [He was clearly a good friend of Brother Shuiguai, but I just don't have a good impression of him... I didn't even have this feeling when I first saw the bartender.]

The system flipped through the previous records, thought for a moment, and guessed: [Do you feel a little uncomfortable because you think Cui Zhiyong will leave with Qiu You? ]

[Maybe. The water monster also has secrets, even deeper than the uncle. I always thought he was just a stupid water monster who loved to read pornographic books... The last one said nothing? All? Someone who was holding something in his heart would go to the back mountain and commit suicide in the middle of the night without telling anyone. What about this one? Did he run away secretly with a guy of unknown origin?]

[Just like the danger looming over the uncle is the blood crystal contamination, and? What will put the water monster brother in trouble and danger...I'm afraid it's what that enemy brought. 】

Chu Xiuyan began to complain: [System, look, when I was here before, the conversation between the two was so ordinary, totally? There was no sign of revealing any other information. ]

[Since he doesn't say it, then I won't understand. Since I don't understand, don't expect me to stay quiet and honest. So just like last time, do it my way.]

The system was inexplicably touched: [Finally? A bit like the classic stubborn and stupid protagonist in the hot-blooded youth comics. ]

Chu Xiuyan: [Gold Finger Grandpa, please return to my save, Modo Modo.]

There was a rustling sound of footsteps.

Chu Xiuyan stopped chatting with the system, raised his eyes, and met the gaze of the bartender who had just walked through the bushes.

The bartender thought he had found a secluded route: "..."

He calmly brushed off the leaves and weeds on his clothes, walked to Chu Xiuyan, sat down slowly, leaned against the tree trunk and exhaled.

"I'm tired from walking."

The bartender waited for his strength to recover and said calmly: "Same old man, don't drag me on the ground."

Chu Xiuyan held his cheek and sighed: "That's great, you can speak now."

The bartender slowly raised his eyelids, looked at the black-haired boy next to him, and said, "Be quiet."

Chu Xiuyan pursed his lips.

…

Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was already late at night.

Rustle...

The pen tip moved across the paper, making a faint sound.

Qiu You held a long knife, leaned against the wall, and stared at Cui Zhiyong who was writing a letter at the table. The dim light fell on the man, leaving a long shadow on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Zhiyong finished writing the letter, placed it on the table, and pressed it down with a pen.

Then he took a deep breath, stood up, picked up the packed bag, and said to Qiu You: "Let's go."

The lights dimmed, and he turned around to take one last look at his new home, which was both familiar and strange, before closing the door.

The moonlight poured down, illuminating the pair of cold blue eyes.

The two walked side by side, heading towards the back mountain.

The forest was dark and silent at night, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

At the same time.

The top of Nanshan Mountain.

The black-haired boy squatting on a stone pillar more than ten meters high suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the back mountain. His dark eyes were gradually dyed scarlet.

"He actually followed someone on his own initiative. Nowadays, even a three-year-old child knows not to go with a weird person of unknown origin."

"And? And without telling me? Don't... get even angrier."

"I'm going to burn all the boxes he hid under the bed."

He said coldly, and then disappeared instantly.

And? The next second.

The bartender in the wooden house also opened his eyes, without any trace of sleepiness in his eyes, and stared at the ceiling quietly.

With the faint light, he saw a spider that had appeared in the corner of the wall and was silently weaving a web.

The spider silk trembled, flashing a faint silver light.

The bartender closed his eyes gently and let out an inaudible sigh.

He slowly got up, passed the three children who were sleeping soundly, and woke up the other adults one by one.

"An enemy has invaded."

In the dark woods at the foot of the mountain, a group of strange people in black were pouring in. There were about three hundred of them, and they were heading towards Huangshi Village.

Looks like they are cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

The bartender turned around and walked out of the cabin first. The moonlight shone on him, covering him with a layer of silvery white luster.

"Keep up, if you fall behind, get out."

He said indifferently to the figures coming out of the wooden house one by one.