Chapter 011 The Final Battle

A breeze blew by, and the smoke from the incense burner spread everywhere.

Yang Zengyue lit the stove on the table, then drew water from the well at the back and poured it into the casserole. Soon, steam began to rise from the pot.

She took out the teacup from her backpack, rinsed it with boiling water, opened the tea bag, and the fragrance filled her nose. This should be the Qingming tea she picked during the Qingming holiday and then roasted herself.

She hadn't smelled this fragrance for a long, long time, so long that her short life had passed.

After two washes, she got the feeling of making tea back.

Jiuxiao had been watching her movements and discovered more details.

It had only been one night, but the granddaughter felt unfamiliar with these daily things.

Jiuxiao thought about the possible problems countless times in his mind, but still couldn't figure it out.

Yang Zengyue knew that her master's eyes were always on her, and it was impossible for her to hide her abnormality from him.

She concentrated on making tea. After it was done, she pushed the tea in front of the master and poured a cup for Chen Jiaer. She picked up the cup herself and gently inhaled the tea fragrance with her nose, but did not drink it immediately.

Instead, he was immersed in the fragrance and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Jiuxiao watched her actions and sighed silently: "Drink it."

Then, he held the teacup in his right hand, blew away the foam, and took a sip.

When Yang Zengyue heard what her master said, her face turned respectful. With awe in her heart, she slowly took a sip, drank it, and put the teacup down.

Then, he took a deep breath and slowly began to recount his experiences of the past seven years in the apocalypse.

She talked about her life from the day she parted with her master.

Trivial and long.

Painful and sad.

"I can still remember the last moment, before I died, it was very heroic..."

Outside the hall, the clear and pleasant voice of a young girl, accompanied by curls of tea smoke, told the difficulties of the end of the world and the pain of losing loved ones to the relatives who had been lost and then fortunately found again.

That was a very painful ending...

"Zongyue, the sun sets again." The young woman's somewhat tired voice came in the breeze.

The one who was speaking was Yu Huishu. Her voice sounded dry and painful, having lost its original moisture, and sounded a bit harsh.

In the afterglow, that face that still had some beauty looked a little sad.

Her lips were cracked, with traces of blood dried on them. It was obvious that she had not had water for a long time, and her eyes were bloodshot.

The people standing next to her were not much better off than her. They had all lost their former lively appearance.

"Well, get ready. This time, we're probably going to have to fight to the death. Yang Zengyue is lucky enough to meet you all in this life. I won't regret dying, but I do have regrets."

After finishing speaking, Yang Zengyue sighed deeply in his heart and cast his gaze not far away.

There were a dozen piles of new soil there.

Buried there are the teammates who died in battle over the past month. Almost none of their bodies are intact, and some are just cenotaphs.

When she received the mission this time, she never thought that no one in her team would be able to return safely, except Ren Xiyuan, who was the first to be injured.

Looking up, it was already dusk.

Red clouds were rolling in the distant sky, and the clouds were so thick that they seemed about to fall.

Moreover, the color of the clouds was so intense, like dripping blood. This scene was completely different from the one before the end of the world.

After the end of the world, there is no place that is the same as before; everything has changed beyond recognition.

Yang Zengyue still remembers that she used to go to the Yunshui River to watch the sunset. That scene made people feel the passage of time.

She pulled her thoughts back and estimated the time when the battle would begin. There were probably more than ten minutes of peace left.

In the distance, the setting sun was only a hair-length away from falling into the other side of the sky. They were about to pick up their swords and go to the battlefield again.

The land she looked at was emitting a strange cold light in the scattered rays of the setting sun.

Night is coming.

Their team will face the most dangerous life-and-death battle of this month.

After tonight, they would probably no longer be alive.

This was the last time they would use their tired eyes to admire the strange sight of the setting sun.

It's really beautiful when there is light.

After losing the light, only brutality remains.

With the last rays of the setting sun, if you look closely, you can see that the ground is covered with thick, brown, dried-up objects, one piece after another, which is shocking.

Obviously, a large-scale bloodshed had just occurred here not long ago.

Moreover, it is only by repeating this every day that there is such a thick layer of dark brown.

The setting sun fell into the sky very quickly, and they didn't have much time left.

As the last ray of sunset light faded into darkness, the surroundings turned into a dark blue mountain range, and suddenly a deafening roar was heard.

This sound must have been made by some large ferocious beast, and there are countless of them, otherwise the roar would not be so deafening.

After hearing the sound, Yu Huishu and the others instinctively covered their ears with their hands to relieve the discomfort in their hearts.

Yang Zengyue whispered, "They are coming. Everyone, prepare for battle. Use your weapons as you see fit. I won't say anything else."

After saying that, Yang Zengyue put on ear protection and stared straight ahead.

She didn't look at the other people's faces. As the night grew darker, she could no longer see clearly.

As soon as she finished speaking, a man next to her squinted his eyes and looked at her in the dim light of the fire: "Boss Zengyue, Han Tiankun does not regret walking with you in this life. In the next life, we will still be brothers."

Han Tiankun's square face actually showed a sense of joy and freedom at this moment.

He stretched out his hand, which was covered with scars and bandages, with bones barely visible.

Yang Zengyue lowered her head, looked at the hands like this, and shook them. Her heart suddenly felt very painful, and her voice trembled a little: "Brother Tiankun, it was Zengyue who implicated you..."

At this point tonight, Yang Zengyue already understood that he had been tricked by others.

There weren't originally so many ferocious beasts in Zhaoqi Mountain. It's impossible for any mountain to have tens of thousands of ferocious beasts.

Even if Zhaoqi Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, there cannot be so many of them.

These ferocious beasts were lured here from all directions of Zhaoqi Mountain using traps after they arrived here.

Don't say it's impossible.

Yang Zengyue could never forget the smell of the trap lingering in the air.

Because this was made by her according to the prescription, and she left a copy for Meng Chuyang, who was a relative of the master.

"Sister Zengyue, don't say such things. Jiaer told you when he joined the team that he would die with Yang Zengyue in this life or death."

Chen Jiaer's voice was still clear, and as usual, her sentences were lively and sounded somewhat innocent.

She didn't care who was plotting against her or who she paved the way for. Even if she knew now, she couldn't go back and stab him twice, let alone ask him for the debt.

Then let’s have a good fight.

Also, she decided that how she died would be her own decision.

"Yes, being able to die with my brothers can be considered as fulfilling a wish." Jiang Huiyong agreed firmly.

After the apocalypse, they all lost their families and had nowhere to go.

After meeting Yang Zengyue, they formed a team and experienced many life and death situations. They had already regarded each other as family members.