Chapter 1216: Plotting

Han Xiang had one hand behind his back and pointed lightly at the character with the other.

The next moment, an invisible slash hundreds of meters long swept out, cutting all the narrow vines in its path into fragments, forcibly carving a bloody path out of this Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest!

This dragon and this slash cleared away most of the surrounding calamities. The survivors who climbed out one after another stared blankly at this scene, their eyes full of shock.

Rumble—

"Still watching?"

Thunder and lightning intertwined, and a figure wearing a Nuo dance opera robe and a hideous mask drifted down from the sky.

Dull drumbeats echoed in the void. Shen Nan carried a black flag and swept it lightly, and a bolt of lightning scorched the nearest flesh-and-blood tree black. He turned his head and said calmly to the crowd, "Let's go... in a while, more calamities will come."

"...Go? Where to?" The survivors were bewildered.

Shen Nan raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"The stars will guide your direction."

Everyone looked up and saw a figure walking among the starlight. As he flicked his sleeves gently, the surrounding starlight intertwined into a shining galaxy, flowing toward a certain direction...

At the end of the galaxy was the Half-Mountain Hotel.

This dreamlike scene made the survivors feel like they were dreaming... nuclear strikes, flesh-and-blood monsters, mysterious people flying and escaping, the galaxy flowing to the edge of the sky in the dark clouds... In these short 12 hours, their worldview had been impacted again and again, and now they were almost numb.

It wasn't until the roaring sounds of battle in the distance rang out again that they suddenly came to their senses and ran hurriedly in the direction indicated by the galaxy!

"Who are you??" Among the survivors, someone couldn't help but stop and ask.

Shen Nan, wearing a Nuo mask, was silent for a long time. One answer after another emerged in his mind... Are they White Hands of Bureau 749? Are they Divine Path possessors? Are they successors of some ancient culture? What should future generations call them?

In the end, he shook his head:

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Whether it was Shen Nan or the other successors who came to save people, no one came for fame or fortune. Everyone had studied to the extreme in their respective fields before embarking on this path, so how could they care too much about those worldly reputations?

They had been here, they had saved people, and that was enough.

More and more survivors were rescued from the ruins. They ran from despair along the vast galaxy, occasionally looking back at the flames and explosions ignited in the wriggling forest, as if to carve this scene into their hearts forever.

But at this moment, no one noticed that at the border of the war where everyone was fighting the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest, two ghostly figures were quietly watching this place...

They were both dressed in white, their figures floating in mid-air, their eyes closed, and the cinnabar between their eyebrows was striking. One had a cold expression and solemn features; the other had eyes curved like the moon and joy on his face. They were like ghosts wandering outside the world, looking down at the battlefield below.

"...It's chaotic, it's all chaotic." Su Xi's voice sounded like it came from the netherworld. "These people were all supposed to die..."

"I said long ago that that variable would change everything." Kong Wang replied indifferently.

"Do you think only you discovered the variable?"

Su Xi watched Ying Fu in the fighting, while Kong Wang's gaze fell on Chen Ling in the starlight.

"They shouldn't have appeared here... Now they have changed the ending, and everything is heading toward the unknown."

"No, they haven't changed it yet." Su Xi paused for a moment. "As long as we let those who should die die, and let those who should live live, everything will be no different..."

"You mean..."

"Ahem."

Just as Kong Wang and Su Xi were talking, a deliberate cough sounded from behind them.

Kong Wang and Su Xi looked back sharply, only to see a figure wearing small round sunglasses sitting cross-legged on the back of a burning lion, looking at them with a subtle expression.

"Long time no see, you two." Sun Bumian's mouth curled up. "What are you plotting here?"

"Sun Bumian?"

Their faces turned gloomy. "What do you want to do?"

"The point isn't what I want to do, it's what you want to do." The smile on Sun Bumian's mouth gradually faded. He pulled down the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and said indifferently, "Everyone is saving people with their lives now, don't you two think about causing trouble..."

"Sun Bumian, do you know what you are doing?" Su Xi snorted coldly. "There shouldn't be any survivors in this town. Now because of those two, everything is going to be changed..."

"The Ghost Path Ancient Treasury can predict death; I've learned that long ago, but so what?" Sun Bumian said disdainfully. "I've tried defying heaven and changing fate more than once. Do you think I'll be afraid just because you two sound scary?"

"You..."

"Besides, what does it have to do with me if the performance of your Ghost Path Ancient Treasury doesn't add up? I'm so happy to do things that make you eat humble pie!"

"Sun Bumian, you are courting death!!"

Facing Sun Bumian, this unreasonable rascal, the two envoys of the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury were a bit annoyed. The temperature around Kong Wang and Su Xi dropped rapidly, and the next moment, they rushed toward Sun Bumian like two white lightning bolts!

Sun Bumian was not afraid at all, and the seven-colored lion fought with the two of them directly, and roaring explosions rang out one after another.

……

"Lu Xun, how is your situation??"

The calamities around the shelter retreated, and Su Zhiwei immediately stepped forward to ask.

Lu Xun had been pale due to overdrawing, but after Chen Ling fed back mental power to him through the shared starlight, his complexion began to recover. He immediately waved his hand:

"I'm fine. Where is Chu Changqing?"

"I'm fine too... probably."

Su Zhiwei and Lu Xun turned their heads and saw Chu Changqing, who had turned into a tree man, struggling to pull his legs, which had turned into roots, out of the ground bit by bit, and then moving toward here slowly and staggeringly.

"Can't you change back?" Lu Xun asked suspiciously.

"It seems... I can't?" Chu Changqing's voice was extremely bitter. "I still can't control the boundaries of this ability, and I haven't found a way to change back..."

"Then you can't be a tree man forever, right?" Su Zhiwei raised an eyebrow.

“……”

Chu Changqing's wood-grained face was on the verge of tears.

Just as they were talking, the survivors around them finally regained a trace of vitality and recovered from the shadow of death just now. Some of them stepped forward cautiously,

"Um, Lord Tian Shu..."

"What should we do next?"

When he first heard the three words "Lord Tian Shu," Lu Xun was stunned for a moment, as if he wasn't used to this new name. He pondered for a moment and said, "Next, wait quietly for rescue."

"Rescue?" A suspicious voice came from the crowd. "But there are monsters everywhere outside now. Who will come to save us?"

"There will be."

Lu Xun looked up at the starlight. "They will be here soon."