The tires were rolling in the air, carrying the snow fragments. On the desolate snowfield, an off-road vehicle was speeding at full speed like a roaring beast.

An Qingyu held the steering wheel with both hands and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. His messy black hair was scattered on his white coat. His eyes were fixed on the end of the horizon, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

In just a few days, An Qingyu had used his clone to be reborn for the second time. Together with the previous times, the clone reserves that An Qingyu had prepared in the underground of Cangnan City for nearly two years were almost used up.

Even though he obtained the power of creating clones from the Ten-Kissing Kid through dissection, An Qingyu was not "mysterious" after all. For him, creating clones was still an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming process. Even if he devoted himself to the creation, it would take at least four months to create a clone.

After becoming the Night Watchman, An Qingyu had been running around the world with Lin Qiye and had not had enough time to settle down and create an avatar. After this rebirth, only the last one was still lying in the ice coffin as his last trump card.

But what An Qingyu is worried about now is not these.

He glanced at the map, picked up a walkie-talkie from the passenger seat, and pressed a button:

"I'm An Qingyu, please answer if you hear me."

He didn't tune the frequency or even turn up the volume. He knew very well that even if he didn't adjust the signal to any channel, as long as he held the walkie-talkie, Jiang Er would be able to capture his signal source.

Soon, Jiang Er's voice came from the intercom:

"receive."

"What's the situation at the monument now?"

After An Qingyu finished speaking, the other end of the intercom fell silent.

"Jiang Er?"

"...Qingyu, we are now heading to the airfield with the new recruits. Let's talk about it when we get there."

An Qingyu frowned, with a bad feeling in his mind, but he still said, "Okay, I'll be there right away."

He turned the steering wheel suddenly and the car rushed towards the airport. His foot on the accelerator became heavier and heavier, and his face became more anxious.

Soon, he arrived near the airport.

An Qingyu quickly got out of the car, not caring about his messy and bad appearance, and walked forward. He saw that in the simple airport, the recruits all lowered their heads, boarded the cabin in silence, and their eyes were a little red.

There were more than 600 new recruits, none of whom spoke a word. They marched in an orderly manner like a group of machines.

The entire airport was in deathly silence.

Shen Qingzhu sat alone at the door of the airport, holding a cigarette in his bloodstained palm. The cigarette was not lit, but the mouthpiece had been twisted by two pale, strong fingers.

Jiang Er's coffin was placed next to him. Jiang Er, dressed in a white dress, was floating in the air. Seeing An Qingyu coming, she pursed her lips slightly, subconsciously avoided his gaze, and lowered her head.

An Qingyu looked around and did not see any other members of the Night Team.

His heart sank.

He walked over to Shen Qingzhu and Jiang Er:

"What's going on? What happened?"

Hearing An Qingyu's voice, the sculpture-like Shen Qingzhu seemed to come back to his senses. His red eyes slowly closed, and his right hand holding the twisted cigarette trembled slightly as he brought the cigarette to his lips. A flame ignited and lit the cigarette butt.

He took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely:

"Qianye...died in battle."

Hearing these words, An Qingyu felt as if a bolt from the blue flashed through his mind!

He stood there blankly for a long time, as if he had lost his soul, and murmured, "Dead...How did he die?"

"In order to guard the national monument, he used the Ghost and God Guidance, and stopped one of the Nine Pillar Gods by himself, and dragged him until the human ceiling and the Great Xia God arrived."

"Ghosts and gods lead..."

An Qingyu muttered these three words, and his body trembled slightly.

"The Black King failed to stop them? Cao Yuan, where is Cao Yuan?"

"Cao Yuan turned into the Black King and was suppressed by the Queen Mother of the West. Later, after the Heavenly Court returned from the battlefield, he and Qiye's body were taken back to the Heavenly Court by the God of Daxia, and then disappeared." Jiang Er added.

"What about Fatty? Didn't he not participate in the battle? Where did he go?"

"He... disappeared. He disappeared right after the fight started."

An Qingyu stood there in silence, his fists clenched tightly under his cloak, dense bloodshot eyes climbed up behind the lenses, and his breathing became extremely heavy.

After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.

"I understand." His voice was much calmer. "Take the new soldiers and return to Shangjing first..."

Hearing this, Shen Qingzhu's body shook slightly, and he and Jiang Er looked up at An Qingyu at the same time.

"Don't look at me like that. When Qiye is not here, I will be in charge of the team." An Qingyu's eyes were calm, and he stared at the two of them quietly. "The most urgent task is to send these new recruits back to the headquarters safely. The headquarters should give us a response to the matter in the Heavenly Court."

"But... there are only three people left in this team..."

Jiang Er spoke bitterly.

"What's wrong with three people? Even if there is only one person left, we are still [Nightfall], and we must fulfill our duties."

An Qingyu picked up the coffin on the ground and spoke in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Listen to me and go back to Beijing."

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, threw the cigarette into the snow, turned and walked towards the plane.

"Qingyu..." Jiang Er seemed to want to say something, but An Qingyu interrupted her.

"I'm fine. Go check the plane's signal device and see if you can contact the headquarters while on the plane."

"……good."

Jiang Er floated towards the plane obediently.

After everyone got on the plane, An Qingyu, who was standing there with the black coffin on his back, suddenly shook his body and punched the snow under his feet!

Snowflakes flew, dense cracks spread across the ground, veins popped out on An Qingyu's well-proportioned arms, and his expression was twisted and hideous.

“Damn it…”

He clenched his teeth, blood seeping out from between his teeth, and punched the ground repeatedly, venting his anger and grief.

The tips of his fists broke and healed again and again. When he withdrew his palms, took a deep breath, and walked towards the plane cabin, his expression returned to its usual calm.

Under the gaze of countless recruits, he walked through the cabin and came to the cockpit.

Just as he opened the door of the cab, a figure staggered out from behind the door. An Qingyu quickly grabbed his wrist and was slightly stunned after seeing his face clearly.

"Chubby?"

Baili Pangpang looked outside and after making sure that no one else was noticing here, he pulled An Qingyu into the cab and locked the door.

"Why are you here?" An Qingyu asked in confusion.

Baili Pangpang lay weakly on the ground, his pale face without a trace of blood. He gently lifted the corner of his clothes, pointed at the hideous and terrifying bloodstain on his abdomen, and smiled helplessly:

"This injury...I can't heal it myself, Qingyu, I'll leave it to you."