Chapter 1570
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Chapter 1570 Don’t Wait Anymore
Lin Qiye stared blankly at An Qingyu’s pale face, momentarily at a loss for words of comfort.
An Qingyu weakly picked up the broken black coffin, turned and walked out of the palace. His gray eye showed no trace of emotional fluctuation, while his other normal eye revealed unprecedented sorrow.
Lin Qiye, the Jade Emperor, and the Queen Mother of the West did not call out to stop him, but silently watched as he carried the black coffin into the rain.
Outside the palace, Guangcheng Zi and Taiyi Zhenren saw An Qingyu leave, looked back at the Queen Mother in the hall, and after she nodded slightly to them, the two closely followed behind An Qingyu.
After An Qingyu’s figure disappeared into the rain, the Queen Mother finally spoke:
“That girl’s life is destined to be irretrievable. Now the most critical issue is An Qingyu… you must have sensed it, right?”
Lin Qiye gazed at the departing figure, saying nothing.
Earlier, when rescuing An Qingyu from the mist, he had discovered that the other was already permeated with extremely rich Cthulhu energy. This wasn’t contamination, but rather an immense aura emanating from the depths of his soul, even surpassing all Cthulhu creatures Lin Qiye had encountered so far.
The human aura in An Qingyu was almost completely gone… now he resembled more a humanoid creature that had walked out of the Cthulhu mythos.
“He actively contacted the Gate of Truth, and that eye also saw the ‘truth’ behind the door… that knowledge from beyond our world is too vast, vast enough to change one’s thoughts and personality.”
“So, you sent two Golden Immortals to watch him?” Lin Qiye turned to look at the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother. “You’re worried he might betray Great Xia?”
“The Celestial Court must prepare for the worst.”
The Jade Emperor calmly replied.
Lin Qiye remained silent for a while, not saying anything more, and stepped toward the palace exit.
Just as he was about to leave, several figures walked in from outside. Lin Qiye looked up and was slightly startled.
Zuo Qing, Zhou Ping, Teacher Chen, Lu Wuwei, Wang Mian, the [Medium] team… they had been searching for An Qingyu in the mist, and now, hearing that the Celestial Court had brought him back, they came over.
“Seven Night, why do you look so troubled?” Zhou Ping asked softly, carrying a black case on his back. “What happened? Why are only you and Cao Yuan here? Where are the others?”
Lin Qiye looked at Zhou Ping’s worried eyes, but didn’t know what to say, and could only shake his head bitterly.
“I’m sorry…”
He quickened his pace and disappeared outside the palace.
Zuo Qing watched Lin Qiye’s departing figure, as if guessing something, and turned back to look at the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother.
“Is it An Qingyu…?”
…
Fine rain fell through the gray sky. Cao Yuan, standing outside the hall, saw Lin Qiye come out and walked beside him without asking questions. He had clearly heard the conversation in the hall from the doorway… as had An Qingyu.
The two walked quietly along the misty stone path. Droplets slid down from the eaves of the grand palace, falling onto the deep red cloak, staining it with patches of water.
After some time, Lin Qiye slowly stopped.
Not far below the stone steps was a dilapidated courtyard. A figure now stood in the courtyard, kneeling before a broken black coffin, using silk threads and surgical instruments to gradually stitch together the fragmented flesh inside the coffin…
Rain soaked through his black hair and clothes. With his back to Lin Qiye and the others, his expression couldn’t be seen, but his right hand holding the scalpel was trembling uncontrollably.
His chest heaved forcefully, as if he was constantly taking deep breaths, adjusting his emotions…
Watching this scene from afar, Lin Qiye’s lips trembled slightly. He slowly closed his eyes and spoke hoarsely:
“Cao Yuan…”
“Hmm.”
“Am I a terrible team leader?”
Cao Yuan turned to look at him, about to say something, when Lin Qiye continued, “Jialan is in deep sleep, Zhuai is missing, Pangpang left the team, Qingyu is to be sealed, and now I couldn’t even protect Jiang Er…
Perhaps if someone else were the leader of [Night Curtain], the outcome wouldn’t be like this.”
“But none of this was caused by you.” Cao Yuan shook his head. “You’ve done your best. Perhaps this is the choice of fate… moreover, if someone else were the leader, [Night Curtain] wouldn’t even exist.
The reason we gathered together in the past was because of you, Lin Qiye, wasn’t it?”
Lin Qiye gazed at the drenched figure in the rain, saying nothing.
…
“My name is Jiang Er, ‘Jiang’ from Jianghai, ‘Er’ from Erhai…”
“…”
“…But bringing a corpse to the battlefield is inauspicious…”
“…”
“…This kind of clothing seems very popular in this country, so I wanted to try it. If it doesn’t look good, actually…”
“…”
“…You just overthink things. I like you, isn’t that enough?”
“…”
“I was thinking when I first entered ‘Klein’, I can’t always be a burden… See, I’m still amazing, right?!”
“…”
Before the broken black coffin, An Qingyu blinked hard, his chest heaving violently. He pulled the water-covered black-framed glasses from his nose bridge and threw them forcefully aside.
Crack—
The black-framed glasses hit a stone, the lenses cracking in several places, bending as they fell into a puddle.
He wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve, his reddened eyes staring blankly at the bloody, mangled figure in the black coffin, murmuring:
“Jiang Er… I seem to… not be able to see you clearly anymore…”
“Qingyu.” A semi-transparent figure in a white dress floated gently before him. “Don’t be like this… let’s go back, okay?”
“No, I must have a way to save you. I won’t let you die!” An Qingyu kept shaking his head. “You said we had plenty of time, that we had many things left to do… I haven’t proposed to you yet, haven’t gone home with you, haven’t been properly together… you can’t just die like this.”
“Qingyu…”
“Wait for me to stitch your body back together first, then I’ll think of other ways…”
“Qingyu!!” Jiang Er shouted loudly, and An Qingyu’s movements suddenly stopped.
Jiang Er pressed her lips together, opened her arms, and gently embraced An Qingyu. “My time… is running out. I don’t want to spend my final moments watching you meaninglessly piece together my corpse…
You’ve already made me wait for so long. For this last bit of time, don’t make me wait anymore, okay?”
An Qingyu’s pupils contracted slightly.
He stared blankly at Jiang Er, whose ethereal body was fading away at a visible rate, her eyes full of pleading.
In An Qingyu’s turbid eyes, a glimmer of light finally appeared. He gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbed Jiang Er’s intangible arm, and ran frantically out of the courtyard!
