Chapter 492
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Chapter 492: Cut It Down
“North suburbs… it really is the north suburbs.” Lin Qiye murmured as he read the information.
“You know?” Cao Yuan asked.
Lin Qiye nodded, “I went to the Geological Bureau with Jialan and retrieved the information on these three earthquakes. From the epicenter, it seems to be roughly in the north…”
Baili Pangpang smacked his lips, “Looks like we’ve found their lair.”
Then, Baili Pangpang seemed to think of something.
“Brother Zhuang tipped us off; does that mean…”
Beside him, Lin Qiye’s lips curled into a slight smile, casting a meaningful glance at Baili Pangpang, “It means he hasn’t been bound by the soul contract of the murmuring spirit… Pangpang, your Heavenly Jade has done a great job.”
“Hehehe.” Baili Pangpang laughed happily, “I knew Brother Zhuang wouldn’t fall so easily! With the Sword Saint assisting us from the outside and Brother Zhuang undercover on the inside, I can’t think of how we could possibly lose this time!”
“Don’t be too complacent.” Lin Qiye shook his head, “Even if we have a strong chance of winning, we still need to act cautiously. Shen Qingzhu is alone undercover among the enemy; his situation is very dangerous, and one misstep could cost him his life.”
Cao Yuan nodded in agreement.
“Let’s go back and discuss our strategy thoroughly before we act.”
…
Safe house.
“Shen Qingzhu…”
An Qingyu seemed to ponder, “Isn’t he the one who killed Baili Xin last time at the Baili Group, the one wearing the white fox mask?”
“Yes, based on the information we currently have, we can basically confirm that he is an undercover agent among the [Believers].” Lin Qiye spoke, “But what the note refers to with the Underworld God Altar is still unclear.”
“Sounds like a very dangerous thing.” Baili Pangpang couldn’t help but say.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ping’s brow furrowed slightly, as if he was deep in thought, his expression becoming serious.
“Senior Sword Saint?” Lin Qiye noticed Zhou Ping’s unusual demeanor, “Do you know something?”
Zhou Ping was silent for a moment before shaking his head.
“Nothing… You just mentioned, where is that altar located?”
“North suburbs, No. 42 Dong’an Street, abandoned manor.”
“Oh.”
Zhou Ping stood up and walked outside.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned in place.
“Senior Sword Saint, where are you going?” Lin Qiye asked in confusion.
Zhou Ping shouldered his sword case, pushed open the door, and calmly said:
“I’m going to destroy that altar.”
Swish—!
A sharp sword intent flashed, and the figure in the black shirt had already vanished without a trace.
The people in the living room looked at the empty doorway, exchanging bewildered glances.
“Why do I feel… like the Sword Saint is in a hurry?” Baili Pangpang said suspiciously.
“It’s not just your feeling.” An Qingyu looked at the empty door and said firmly, “He really is in a hurry.”
“Should we go help, or just wait here for news?”
“Go help.” Lin Qiye said seriously, “After all, the Sword Saint doesn’t know Shen Qingzhu. If he accidentally strikes him down with a sword, that would be disastrous.”
Upon hearing this, Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan jumped up from their chairs simultaneously.
“Damn!!”
Just as everyone was about to rush out of the house, a girl in a white dress floated out from the wall, hovering in mid-air.
“Zizizizi… Are you going to find the [Believers]?”
From the table, the girl’s voice came from an MP3 player.
“Yes.” Lin Qiye nodded.
Jiang Er looked at Lin Qiye, her expression somewhat hesitant, as if she wanted to say something…
“Do you want us to take you with us?” Jialan saw through Jiang Er’s thoughts.
Jiang Er nodded slightly and said softly, “I know my body will be a burden, but… I can do many things and won’t cause you trouble.”
She floated in the air, her lips pressed together, deeply bowing to Lin Qiye and the others.
“They killed my comrades, and I want… to take revenge for them.”
The girl’s voice was filled with pleading.
The air fell into silence.
Lin Qiye stared at her for a long time before nodding slightly, “Alright, then you can come with us. Pangpang, you carry the coffin.”
The ghost Jiang Er could only move within a kilometer of her body, so if they were to take her to the battlefield, they would have to bring the coffin along.
Before Baili Pangpang could respond, An Qingyu calmly said:
“That coffin is not something an ordinary person can carry.”
He raised his fingertip slightly, and invisible threads instantly bound to the black coffin on the test bench. With a pull, the coffin flew in front of An Qingyu.
Previously, the coffin had been placed in the laboratory, and no one had felt it. But now that it appeared in the living room, everyone immediately felt the temperature around them drop rapidly.
Cold air was seeping from the coffin.
“This is an ice coffin made using my abilities, with an internal temperature reaching minus 69°C. Even with the special coffin boards isolating it, cold air will continuously seep out. Carrying it for a long time will harm the body.”
An Qingyu lightly tapped the coffin’s surface, and the threads pulled, automatically binding the black coffin to his back. He adjusted his glasses and slowly spoke:
“My body has been modified, so I won’t suffer frostbite. I’ll carry this coffin.”
Lin Qiye nodded and didn’t say anything more.
“Qiye, do we have time to take a car there? At the speed of the Sword Saint, I fear that by the time we wait for a traffic light, the [Believers] will be wiped out!” Baili Pangpang said anxiously, “We can’t rush over just to collect Brother Zhuang’s corpse!”
“We’re not taking a car.” Lin Qiye shook his head.
“Not taking a car?” Baili Pangpang was taken aback, “If we don’t take a car, how do we get there?”
He walked into the courtyard, reached out, and pressed on the air. A brilliant summoning magic circle appeared in the air.
As the magic circle’s brilliance slowly faded, a red-haired woman in a deep green caregiver uniform stood quietly, slightly bowing to Lin Qiye.
Caregiver No. 004, Flame Pulse Earth Dragon, Red Face.
“We… will ride a dragon.”
…
Manor.
Shen Qingzhu put the food he had purchased into the refrigerator and turned to walk out of the kitchen. Just as he rounded the corner, a figure approached him.
“Xiao Shen…” The Ninth Seat’s face was still a bit pale, but it was much better than before.
Seeing him, Shen Qingzhu’s eyes flickered slightly.
“Senior Ninth Seat, how are you feeling now?”
The Ninth Seat waved his hand, “I feel much better after a nap. It seems I really overexerted myself today; I even fainted just getting up. Thank you for going shopping with that woman from the Seventh Seat…
Is she difficult to deal with?”
Seeing that the Ninth Seat hadn’t noticed his subtle movements, Shen Qingzhu relaxed.
“Not too bad; there wasn’t much to buy today, so…”
Ding——!!!
Before he could finish his sentence, a crisp sword sound suddenly came from above the clouds!
