Chapter 1632: Surprise Attack on the Turbid Disaster

"Xiao Sheng, this is Guyu Street, the place where we have always lived."

"See that little green shop across the street? That's Auntie Liu's shop. Every time Mom brought you to buy groceries at the entrance before, that's where we went..."

"See that gray-white clock tower? The place where your brother went to school back then is right under that clock tower."

"Now that your eyes are better, in a while, you can go to school... By then, you'll be able to see what your brother's school looks like."

“……”

The hunched mother, holding the hand of a boy who was full of curiosity about everything around him, was walking slowly on the street. A-Qiang was strolling leisurely beside them with his arms crossed, occasionally interjecting a word, his face smiling, his mood seeming quite good.

"I don't want to go to my brother's school." Xiao Sheng shook his head. "His grades are too bad; I can get into a better one."

A-Qiang's expression stiffened.

"??? What does that mean? Are you looking down on your brother already?"

"Xiao Sheng is right, don't learn from your brother. You must study hard; you'll definitely be able to get into a better one!" His mother's face was full of smiles.

A-Qiang was about to refute something when his peripheral vision swept over a flower bed to the side, and he suddenly froze...

"What's wrong, A-Qiang?"

"Mom, I think I saw something disgusting pop out of the flower bed for a second... and then it disappeared."

His mother looked in the direction of his finger toward the flower bed. She saw that the few withered plants in the original flower bed had rotted and broken at some point, and the soil inside looked as if it had been turned over by something, emitting an inexplicable stench.

A look of fear appeared on his mother's pale face. She subconsciously pulled the two children back half a step, as if afraid that something would jump out from inside.

"Mom, you take Xiao Sheng to play first, I'll be back in a while." A-Qiang said directly to his mother.

"What are you going to do?"

"Mom, if I didn't see wrong just now, our Cangyun might have monsters in it again, just like before." A-Qiang said seriously. "I'm going to tell the Cangyun government about this and let them take it seriously."

"A-Qiang, why are you getting involved in this muddy water?" His mother seemed to be frightened. She gripped A-Qiang's hand and said earnestly, "If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Xiao Sheng just recovered his vision; isn't it good for our family to stay together?"

"Mom! This is a big deal! No matter what, I'm also a person of the Cangyun Realm; I can't just pretend I didn't see it, right?"

After A-Qiang comforted his mother, he still let go of her hand.

"It's okay, you guys continue... After you finish strolling, I'll go home and wait for you."

After saying this, A-Qiang ran toward the direction of the Cangyun government without looking back.

His mother looked at his departing back, feeling somewhat empty inside...

"Mom... I'm hungry." Xiao Sheng shook her hand and said.

"Sigh, then let's go home. It'll be just in time to wait for your brother to come back." His mother seemed to have lost the mood to stroll, and after coughing weakly a few times, she prepared to take him home.

Just then, a child ran past on the street, shouting loudly at the same time:

"Jinghong Tower is going to perform a play!!"

"As long as you go to listen to the play! There's cake to eat!!"

"First come, first served!! If you're late, it'll be gone!!"

Under the child's loud shouting, the windows of the lifeless houses around were pushed open, and one haggard, thin figure after another whispered, seemingly discussing whether it was true... After all, at this time, where could there still be cake?

Hearing this, Xiao Sheng couldn't move his feet, just looking longingly in the direction the child had run, his stomach rumbling.

Seeing this, his mother also hesitated... She looked back at her younger son:

"Do you want to eat cake?"

……

Cangyun Realm, outskirts.

"How are the preparations?"

The butcher's figure passed by one Dragon-Twisting Warrior after another who were ready for battle, and finally stopped beside the dark figure who was smoking a pipe and carrying a hoe.

"Almost there." The farmer opened his mouth, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the earth beneath his feet. "The earth in this area has all been sealed. Although it may not be able to block the World-Ending Calamity, at least the moment it breaks through the seal, it will be stained with an aura, and we can lock onto its location at the right time."

"Then next..."

"Everything is ready." A look of gravity flashed in the farmer's eyes. "Just waiting for Lord Cangyun to arrive."

As the words fell, the sky above everyone's heads stirred violently. The thick clouds that blocked the sun suddenly rolled like sea waves, and a gust of wind surged from nowhere, blowing up the sand and dust all over the ground, making people subconsciously narrow their eyes...

A white-clothed figure wearing a tie slowly took shape from the top of the sea of clouds!

The aura of the Nine Lord level, like a white silk ribbon hanging down from the firmament, surged straight toward the earth!

"Lord Cangyun is here!" The butcher's eyes lit up.

"Do it!"

The farmer didn't hesitate in the slightest, smashing his hoe into the earth at the first moment.

In the next second, the ground for several kilometers around seemed to be detonated by him, exploding open!!

The earth crumbled, and a terrifying deep pit penetrated every corner of the underground. At the same time, in everyone's field of vision, a massive, deep-cyan fleshy giant shadow splashed out directly from the underground, its terrifying shadow covering everyone!

……

Jinghong Tower.

Supported by Chen Ling, Kong Baosheng sat gently on the first seat in the front row.

This theater was founded by Kong Baosheng himself. He had prepared many performances here, but this was the first time he had sat in the front row as an audience member... And at this moment, seats were already lined up beside him, waiting for people to fill them.

At this time, Li Qingshan was at the entrance, constantly saying something to the guests outside, and the front hall was quiet.

"But sir... my eyes can't see." Kong Baosheng pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

Chen Ling said he was going to perform 《Watching the Spring Terrace》, and Kong Baosheng was truly happy, because this was the first play script he had written. Once upon a time, even waiting for Chen Ling and Li Qingshan to return was a luxury; he had never thought he would be able to see the two sirs return in this lifetime and perform his play script in person.

But he was also in pain. At this moment when he should be happiest, his eyes couldn't see... He could no longer see the figures of the two sirs on the stage, and could only barely listen to their singing, imagining what the stage looked like.

Chen Ling smiled slightly:

"Don't worry... I will let you see clearly."

Kong Baosheng didn't understand what Chen Ling meant, but immediately after, the door of the theater was opened, and a surging crowd rushed into the theater, starting to find empty seats in front of the stage to sit down...

Chen Ling patted Kong Baosheng on the shoulder, signaling him to sit tight. Then, the figure wearing the red-bottomed, black-patterned opera robe walked step by step toward the stage.