Chapter 697: Ghost Mockery Legion

Come out.

The moment these two words were spoken, Chen Ling's temperament seemed to change. Pairs of mocking scarlet eyes opened one after another in the void behind him... like a sky full of red stars hanging over the seal.

This was not a conversation; it was a king's command.

The next moment,

the Ghost Mockery Abyss, isolated behind the seal, seemed to boil. Countless shadow monsters scrambled up from the bottom of the abyss and then desperately slammed into that thin seal!

Thump—!

Thump—!!

Thump—!!!

Successive loud roars came from beneath the seal, and the geometric patterns floating on the seal visibly shattered and dissipated!

As a giant shadow python slammed into the crumbling seal, after a heaven-shaking roar, the entire seal shattered, and three giant shadows leaped out from the abyss one after another!

They came from the Ghost Mockery Abyss;

It hadn't been long since the Jiangtian Sect triggered the large-scale Gray Realm convergence. Even though the Second Hall had temporarily sealed all convergence points, it had only blocked the entrances and sealed off the aura of the real world from drifting into the Gray Realm, preventing more disasters from being attracted...

But now, Chen Ling had personally broken one of the seals, reconnecting the convergence point of the Ghost Mockery Abyss with the real world.

In other words,

the disasters of the Ghost Mockery Abyss were about to invade Red Dust!

[Audience Expectation +4]

[Current Expectation: 52%]

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Jinghong Pavilion.

A figure in a blood-stained green robe dragged his exhausted body onto the street.

Since entering the city, Li Qingshan had been shuttling between various streets. Along the way, he had encountered several waves of silver creatures. He had used all his strength, but in total, he had only killed three, yet he had saved over a dozen refugees who were fleeing.

After wandering around, he returned to the street where Jinghong Pavilion was located.

Perhaps because Jinghong Pavilion was here, Li Qingshan kept looking in this direction. Even though he knew there was no one here, his subconscious still drew him toward Jinghong Pavilion... This place held his attachment.

"It's actually been destroyed to this extent... I wonder if Jinghong Pavilion is still intact."

Li Qingshan's gaze swept over the smoke-filled street, muttering to himself,

"If Jinghong Pavilion falls, how heartbroken that child would be."

Li Qingshan said this while walking forward exhaustedly. His footsteps sent ripples through the puddles, and the outline of Jinghong Pavilion gradually became clear before his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something and stopped in his tracks.

In the rain curtain in the distance, a young man was kneeling on the ground like a statue, distraught;

"...Baosheng?!!"

Li Qingshan recognized the young man, exclaimed, and ran toward him quickly.

Hearing the familiar voice, Kong Baosheng's dim eyes jolted slightly. He turned his head stiffly and saw Li Qingshan had already run to his side.

"Mr. Li..."

"Baosheng, why are you here? Didn't you go to my place??" Li Qingshan's gaze swept around, seeing the thick smoke billowing from the shop ruins opposite, and the corpses of two silver creatures displayed within,

"What happened here?!"

"Mr. Li, Mr. Li..." Kong Baosheng's body trembled uncontrollably. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Boom—!!

After an earth-shaking roar, the alley opposite Jinghong Pavilion suddenly collapsed.

Li Qingshan was shocked. He immediately shielded Kong Baosheng, mobilized all his spiritual power, and looked vigilantly toward the direction where dust was flying...

The outlines of massive black shadows were sketched out from the smoke and dust.

They were even larger than the silver creatures, like moving small mountains. At the same time, pairs of scarlet eyes hung like lanterns, exuding a hair-raising sense of oppression.

Li Qingshan's face was incredibly ugly.

Li Qingshan could feel that each of these monsters approaching in the smoke and dust exuded a terrifying aura. Even if he risked his life, he wouldn't be able to defeat any single one of them...

But, but when did such a monster legion appear in Red Dust Main City?!

Just as Li Qingshan was sweating profusely, the numerous black shadows suddenly split to both sides, clearing a wide path... Their massive bodies squeezed into the empty shops, slowly crawling downward, as if bowing to something.

A figure walked calmly through the rain curtain, slowly approaching Jinghong Pavilion.

It was a figure draped in a bright red opera costume.

He was holding a young girl, his hands and body stained with blood. Every step he took left a patch of scarlet in the rippling puddles;

Seeing that person, Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng both widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Brother Lin?!!"

"Mr. Lin?!"

Chen Ling held Huang Suyue's corpse and arrived before the two. Although Li Qingshan was very surprised by Chen Ling's appearance, when his gaze fell on Huang Suyue, his heart jolted violently.

"Miss Huang... what happened?"

Without waiting for Chen Ling to answer, Kong Baosheng wiped his tears and spoke hoarsely:

"Miss Huang... she didn't go to Liu Town. She bought a cart of bread to feed the refugees, and also bought a cart of explosives to set up a trap, killing a large group of silver creatures... Finally, to protect the underground shelter, she rushed into the trap, used herself as bait, and then..."

In Kong Baosheng's mind, that scene seemed to play again. He felt as if he were about to collapse, crawling painfully on the wet ground, pounding the hard earth again and again!

"It was me... I was the one who pressed the detonator. I killed Miss Huang!"

"Miss Huang was a good person, she was very kind to me... But... but I really had no choice..."

"It's all my fault!!"

"Ugh—"

Perhaps it was the extreme collapse and self-reproach that made Kong Baosheng start retching. Rainwater slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground.

Li Qingshan was silent. He looked at Huang Suyue in Chen Ling's arms, his heart filled with mixed feelings...

After listening, Chen Ling didn't speak, just held Huang Suyue's corpse and walked into Jinghong Pavilion.

He went to the backyard. A shadow centipede cub emerged from the ground, dug out a neat pit in a few swipes, and then silently burrowed back underground, as if it had never appeared.

The figure in the bright red opera costume gently placed the girl's corpse into the pit. After staring at her silently for a long time, he picked up the shovel beside him and covered her with soil, layer by layer, like a blanket.

During this process, he didn't speak, just quietly buried the girl with his own hands, and buried that "affection" as well.

He was like a silent volcano suppressed to the extreme.

Finally,

Chen Ling slowly stood up. In his hand, only a blood-stained gold bracelet and a revolver engraved with roses remained.