Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

According to Jing Yuan's dream that he would die after seeing the black moonlight, and Yan Qing's inability to see him would also lead to his death, Yan Nian decided to follow Ying Xing so that he could gain some experience in case anything happened.

When it comes to voyeurism, he's pretty good at it.

The Shadowcat Assassin of Xuanwu Star is like a ghost in the night, silent and deadly.

But he couldn't turn into a ragdoll cat anymore, Jingyuan had already used it. Yannian thought about it, sighed, and turned into a bird shaped like a Vermilion Bird.

Walk to the window of Ying Xing's house.

The house where Ying Xing lived was not big and was very simple. The walls were peeling and rubble was vaguely visible. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and a few old trees were leaning against each other with branches growing sideways.

The firelight in the room was dim. Through the small crack, Ying Xing used the light of the remaining candle to look for a book in front of the desk. There were a few worn-out pens in the pen holder, and a broken ruler next to the inkstone with mottled ink marks.

After finally finding a piece of wrinkled white paper, Ying Xing hurriedly spread it on the table and started working on his homework.

"I'm out of money, Canzhu, please hold on a little longer, please!" Ying Xing's purple eyes were panicked, and he tried hard to calm down.

Holding the pen and quickly sketching out fine lines, Ying Xing repeatedly pondered every detail in his mind, devoting himself wholeheartedly.

The remaining candle flickered in the night wind, and the flame gradually shrank.

Finally, it fell silent, leaving only a wisp of light blue smoke.

"What should I do now?"

The sky was overcast tonight, and even the moonlight could not be seen. Ying Xing looked at the half-finished drawing with dim eyes. The surroundings were so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard.

The leaky window creaked in the wind. Ying Xing bit her lip, put the paper, ruler and pen into her bag, ran out of the house and walked towards the neighbor's house not far away.

The neighbor's house was brightly lit. Ying Xing knocked on the door, and a boy about the same age as Ying Xing walked out.

"Excuse me--"

"You, the only short-lived person here, what are you doing so late at night?"

"Only you have to be an apprentice in the Industrial Manufacturing Company and move here." The boy's eyes were filled with a hint of sarcasm.

"I want to use some light to draw pictures."

"Just stay in the courtyard, don't go into the house, okay?"

Ying Xing lowered his head. Although he was often stared at like this, he still felt uncomfortable.

In the Immortal Boat, it is not uncommon for the immortal species to discriminate against the short-lived species. He may not live more than a hundred years, but even a fox man can live for hundreds of years.

"No, no, I advise you to move back to the area where the short-lived people live as soon as possible and enjoy your short, pathetic life as soon as possible."

"Stop daydreaming, you're just a barbarian from the Immortal Boat." The young man glanced at Ying Xing's tattered clothes and frowned. He looked down on short-lived people from the bottom of his heart.

He is fragile and sickly, and one day he might become obscured from the crowd.

Although he looks the same age as Ying Xing, he is actually over a hundred years old.

There is a lot of knowledge that the immortal species cannot learn even if they spend their entire lives. What can the short-lived species learn in their short lifespan?

Pointless.

Bang—the boy closed the door mercilessly. Ying Xing grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, stopped for a while, and then walked to the next house.

"Um, can you lend me some light? I'm just drawing a picture, and it'll be fine in the courtyard."

"Drawing? You should rest early. Don't exhaust yourself. You won't be able to get up if you get sick."

"Short-lived people like you have very poor self-healing abilities."

After being rejected again and again, Ying Xing walked alone in the dark path. The shops on both sides had already closed, with doors and windows shut.

If we go further, we will have to walk a long way to reach the bustling streets, and I'm afraid we won't have enough time.

"As soon as the sun rises, I have to rush to the Construction Department... What should I do?"

"I don't want to be looked down upon by Gong Zheng." Ying Xing sat under a tree.

At this moment, the dark clouds dissipated, and in the faint moonlight, only some shadows could be vaguely seen shaking, but it was still far from being possible to see the drawings clearly.

"Moonlight...it would be better if there was more."

Can I set fire?

A thought flashed through Ying Xing's mind, but was immediately rejected.

If the Yunqi Army found out that he had maliciously set fire in a residential area, he would not have to go to the Industrial Construction Department to be punished.

In a hurry, Ying Xing cursed his senior brother's ancestors eighteen times in his heart, calling him a bastard with a beastly heart, and handed in his homework.

What he heard in Dandingsi before must have been hallucination. When he thought of that face with a nose in the air, Ying Xing felt only hateful.

Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath.

He was unwilling to end his apprenticeship journey like this.

It took a lot of effort to get to this point.

Just as Ying Xing stood up and continued to look for the light source, he suddenly felt a heaviness on his head, as if something soft had fallen on it.

"What is that?" Ying Xing stretched out his hand, and was flapped by a wing, and let out a cry.

The heavy object left and flew in front of Ying Xing's eyes.

It is a bird, small in size, with a red crown and wings like fire.

The bird chirped, signaling Yingxing to follow it.

"What kind of bird are you?"

"So beautiful - where are you taking me?" Ying Xing's eyes were confused. His favorability towards the eldest brother dropped sharply to minus 487, and he followed the bird.

Yannian rolled his eyes, and he knew something bad was going to happen.

Fortunately, he was careful.

He shuttled through the grass, making rustling sounds. When he pushed aside the last leaf, Ying Xing found a small pavilion in front of him. There was a lamp on the table, and a ball of blazing fire was swaying in the lamp, as bright as daylight.

For some reason, the temperature of the air rose a lot.

"What a bright light...brighter than those people's."

"It's not a candle, nor is it using any kind of filament. That, the bird..." Ying Xing stared at the lamp, unknowingly becoming obsessed with it.

He was always curious about strange creations. When he looked up again, he found that the strange bird had disappeared.

Ying Xing looked around but couldn't find it, but now that he finally had a light source, he didn't have time to hesitate. He immediately took out the unfinished drawing and started writing attentively.

While painting, he always inadvertently thought of his senior brother's words.

"The blade width is adjusted to 2.8 cm at the tip and 3.2 cm at the hilt."

"The blade angle is adjusted to 25 degrees to improve cutting performance."

These thoughts made Ying Xing feel annoyed, but after thinking about it rationally, he found that the other party was indeed right.

"Is it my own voice? Am I hallucinating because I hate my senior brother?" Ying Xing couldn't understand this phenomenon.

It is even more impossible to imagine that the vicious senior brother would say such words seriously.

Because in his eyes, the eldest brother is just a petty thief who steals other people's achievements, and maybe just a fool.

When the senior brother takes his achievements to receive honors, the workers will praise him generously, saying:

"Yu Mo is gifted and will become a great man in the future. I think the next Immortal Boat Alliance Smelting Competition will definitely win the championship!"

"Given time, I will surely receive General Huai Yan's support. Perhaps I can even win the title of 'Bai Ye' in the Bai Ye Competition and compete with 'Yu Yan Jun'."

Previously, when he presented his work, the engineers would only say, "It's good, but it's a pity that it's a short-lived product and can't reach the pinnacle of excellence."

"Try hard and don't think too much, Yingxing, you can do it!" Yingxing shook his head, put aside all distracting thoughts and continued drawing.

He will draw a picture more perfect than the last one.

There is enough time.

Not far from the pavilion, Yannian leaned against a tree, glanced at the young man who was writing furiously in the pavilion, stretched out his hand, and a wisp of fire burned at his fingertips, exactly the same as the fire in the lamp.

The everlasting flame dispels the cold and darkness.

It can also illuminate a young boy's drawings a little.