Chapter 910
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Chapter 910 He Can Fly
Left Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Mian and Lin Qiye could both be sensed, which meant they were still alive. As long as they remained in this world, Lu Wuwei could find and bring them back.
“Then I’ll leave it to you,” Left Qing said seriously, “Those two are very important to Great Xia.”
“Don’t worry.”
Lu Wuwei smiled slightly, tucking the two delivery receipts into the inner pocket of his jacket, “For deliveries, I’m a professional.”
He turned and walked towards the office door.
After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and quietly stepped back.
“What’s wrong?” Left Qing asked puzzledly.
Lu Wuwei held out his hand and said expressionlessly: “Please pay the delivery fee, thank you.”
“…”
…
Lu Wuwei, wearing his uniform and helmet, walked out of the Night Watchers’ headquarters.
His behavior was so natural, and combined with this outfit that was inconspicuous in a sense, nobody seemed to realize that a human powerhouse had silently passed by their side.
Even within a hundred meters of him, there was a delivery rider who had just finished his deliveries, wearing a cap with a little yellow duck on top, who smiled and waved at him, riding his electric bike next to Lu Wuwei to chat: “You’re making deliveries too?”
“Mm,” Lu Wuwei nodded.
“I just finished my deliveries too, not many orders today… Hey brother, where’s your delivery going?”
Lu Wuwei pondered for a moment, “Not sure, seems to be overseas.”
Delivery rider: …???
Lu Wuwei ignored the delivery rider’s strange look and started his electric bike. He had barely driven twenty meters from the headquarters’ entrance when a car came roaring from afar, screeching to a halt in front of the Night Watchers’ headquarters.
Baili Pangpang unbuckled his seatbelt, jumped out of the car, and rushed towards the headquarters’ entrance without looking back.
After getting out of the car, An Qingyu’s peripheral vision caught sight of the delivery rider standing at the entrance, paused for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and called out to Baili Pangpang: “Stop running! He’s right here!”
Baili Pangpang suddenly turned back and rushed over.
“Is it him?” Baili Pangpang glanced at the confused delivery rider in front of him and suddenly realized, “I get it, Qingyu, you’re looking for that legendary human powerhouse known as the Ten Thousand Mile Soul Tracker, how clever!”
An Qingyu nodded, “Right now, only Mr. Lu can help us find Qiye and Jilan.”
“But have you ever seen what he looks like? With so many delivery riders, how can you be sure it’s him?” Jiang Er couldn’t help asking.
“Never seen him, but I heard that person wears a little yellow duck on top of his cap.” Baili Pangpang looked at the little yellow duck on the delivery rider’s cap, then at the Night Watchers’ headquarters entrance behind him, and smiled slightly, “Besides, how could an ordinary delivery rider come out of the Night Watchers’ headquarters?”
Cao Yuan walked up to the confused delivery rider and said solemnly:
“Mr. Lu, we are members of the Fifth Special Squad of Great Xia Night Watchers, the [Night Curtain] squad. We’d like to ask for your help in finding someone…”
“What… are you talking about?” The delivery rider looked at the people in front of him as if they were crazy, “Haven’t you got the wrong person?”
“Mr. Lu…”
As Cao Yuan was about to say more, Shen Qingzhu quietly patted his shoulder.
“You really have got the wrong person.”
Cao Yuan turned his head in confusion.
Shen Qingzhu pointed to the distance and said:
“Over there, there’s another delivery rider who just left…”
“And?”
“The little yellow duck on his head… can fly.”
“…After him!!”
…
High Plain of Heaven.
The silver carriage was speeding through the blood-colored world.
Collapsed giant pillars were everywhere, broken temples showed no trace of their former glory, and under the red moon, scattered limbs of corpses lay on the ground, rippling with an eerie red light.
Lin Qiye looked at the scene outside the window and, as if discovering something, turned to ask Merlin with confusion:
“Lord Merlin, why haven’t we seen a single complete corpse all along our way?”
Logically, even if there had been a fierce battle of gods, there should have been at least some relatively complete divine corpses left. All Lin Qiye had seen along the way were severed hands or feet and other body parts, with even torsos being extremely rare.
Merlin glanced outside the window and calmly said: “Because the complete corpses have all been gathered in the deepest part of the High Plain of Heaven.”
“Gathered?” Lin Qiye quickly caught the key point, “You mean someone… no, some god is collecting these divine corpses?”
“More or less.”
“I thought all the gods of the High Plain of Heaven were dead…” Lin Qiye stopped mid-sentence, as if realizing something, and then asked, “Is it Susanoo?”
Seeing Lin Qiye guess the answer in one try, Merlin was somewhat surprised, “How did you know?”
“One of my senior’s team died at his hands years ago. If there’s only one god left in the High Plain of Heaven, it can only be him,” Lin Qiye recalled what he had heard from the instructor at the training camp and answered.
Merlin nodded slightly, “Your guess is correct. In the entire High Plain of Heaven, he’s the only god left, and these corpses were all collected by him.”
“Is he the traitor you mentioned?”
“No, I never said he was the traitor.”
Hearing this answer, Lin Qiye was stunned.
He had thought the destruction of the gods of the High Plain of Heaven was caused by the traitor, and following this logic, Susanoo, who survived, was very likely to be the traitor… but thinking again, something didn’t seem right.
If Susanoo was the traitor, there would have been no need to kill all the gods of the High Plain of Heaven. On the contrary, he should have waited until the gods completely lost their sanity, then opened the gates of summoning wide to release all the insane gods into the outside world. That would have made more sense.
“But if Susanoo isn’t the traitor, then who is? What exactly happened to the High Plain of Heaven back then?”
The questions in Lin Qiye’s mind kept multiplying, and he couldn’t help but ask.
Merlin didn’t answer. He glanced outside the window and raised his palm, and the silver carriage slowly came to a stop.
Merlin pointed to a blood-stained, broken palace outside and said: “The truth you want to know is all recorded there, go see for yourself…”
Lin Qiye looked in the direction Merlin was pointing, seemingly confused about why Merlin wouldn’t tell him directly, but after a moment’s hesitation, he still jumped down from the carriage and walked straight towards the palace.
Jilan stood up, politely bowed to Merlin, then followed closely behind Lin Qiye.
After the two had walked far away, Merlin’s eyes narrowed slightly, and with a lift of his finger, the three mental magic spells on himself were simultaneously erased. A flash of red passed through his eyes and quickly disappeared…
Merlin took a deep breath, his expression returning to normal.
He got down from the carriage and used his magic staff to lightly trace something on the ground. Strands of deep blue light seeped into the earth, as if they had never existed.
