Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Lin Qiye stood there, stunned.

Wen Qimo suddenly walked over and said, "Let me take you to Hongying's house."

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Wen Qimo pulled him away directly.

As the two walked along the road, Wen Qimo said to Lin Qiye:

"When I was sitting here just now, I noticed that you were in a bad state, and Hongying noticed it too, which is why she invited you to her house."

Of course, that includes Zhao Wentian, whose condition was even worse. Didn't you notice? Those two were the ones crying the most.

You're new here and don't know her yet. Once you get to know her better, you'll find...

Hongying, she's so kind.

As the two climbed the stairs, Wen Qimo talked a lot.

"Besides Wu Xiangnan, who is stubborn, there is also the cold and aloof Leng Xuan. Actually, everyone in Team 136 is very nice. Now I find that Zhao Wentian is even more arrogant than Zhao Kongcheng. As for the captain, he is a bit arrogant and can only liven up the atmosphere by using Hongying. As for Xiaonan, she is too shy and embarrassed to speak."

Wen Qimo turned around and continued climbing the ladder: "Actually, I think Zhao Wentian is pretty good. You two are like brothers...friends."

In front of a cemetery.

Hongying held Zhao Wentian's hand as they walked.

"Aren't we going to practice shooting?" Zhao Wentian asked, looking puzzled.

At this moment, Hongying took out a knife from her pocket, and there was also a stone tablet on the ground.

She carefully took out the bottle of ashes, and while crying, she carved words on the tombstone. She whispered, "Our Night's Watch tombstones are all carved by our teammates."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wentian was deeply moved.

I never expected that Hongying was such a kind girl.

He reached out and grasped the hand holding the knife in Hongying's hand. "Let me do it. I should be the one to erect my nephew's tombstone. I was also his... teammate."

For a moment, he really wanted to tell her that Zhao Kongcheng was not dead.

But thinking that Zhao Kongcheng's compensation had not yet arrived, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

Zhao Wentian was carving words there.

Hongying, meanwhile, was rambling on about the story of Zhao Kongcheng.

"Zhao Kongcheng, could he be considered to be on par with gods with a mortal body?" Zhao Wentian suddenly asked.

“In my eyes, Old Zhao is one. But…” Hongying sat down beside the stone tablet, wiping away the dust left by the inscription with his hand. He looked up at the night sky.

"However, above the Night's Watch, there are five human luminaries."

"The ceiling of humanity?"

"They are the top combat force of mankind. Their strength is comparable to that of the ancient gods in mythology, and they are called demigods."

These five people are the pillars of humanity, and the only hope for our Great Xia.

"who are they?"

"One sword, one horse, one venerable one, one void, one master."

It is said that the highest commander of our Night's Watch is one of these five, but he hasn't made a move in a long time.

"Has anyone ever killed a god before?" Zhao Wentian looked up. "A true, ancient god!"

Hongying pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "I think... probably not..."

Beyond the fog, humanity is like a blindfolded lamb; we know nothing of what has happened to the world, nor when the end will come.

"I understand. Then let me be the one to slay the gods in the future!"

Zhao Wentian lifted the tombstone and clapped his hands. "If Zhao Kongcheng knew that I carved his tombstone, he would be able to rest in peace with a smile on his face, wouldn't he?"

Hongying looked up at Zhao Wentian, then shook her head, tears streaming down her face again. "Old Zhao will definitely do it."

"Don't you feel like someone is watching us?"

"It's not just a suggestion, it's our tradition. Let's ignore them and bury Old Zhao..."

Lin Qiye and Wen Qimo stood at a distance, whispering to each other.

"Aren't you going up to say hello?" Lin Qiye asked Wen Qimo.

"No need. There's no need to go up now. She's shy, even though she knows we're here."

"You mean, she knew we were spying on her?" Lin Qiye felt a little awkward. "That seems a bit perverted, doesn't it?"

"Ha, you think we're the only perverts?"

Another grove of trees in the cemetery.

"Shonan."

"!!!"

As Wu Xiangnan lay prone on the ground, he felt a jolt run through his body.

He turned around abruptly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Chen Muyi.

"Captain, you shouldn't call out names in the cemetery in the middle of the night." Wu Xiangnan touched his wildly beating heart.

Chen Muyi sat down next to Wu Xiangnan, looking at Zhao Wentian and Hongying not far away, and whispered:

"I thought your brain was only filled with tactics, but I didn't expect you to still come."

Wu Xiangnan rolled her eyes at him: "In the middle of the night, you believe she's practicing shooting? And with that kid along. Do you think I'm that lacking in emotional intelligence?"

"Really!"

Wu Xiangnan: ......

"Where's Qi Mo?"

"They're lying in the ravine across the way with Lin Qiye."

"Where are Leng Xuan and Xiao Nan?"

"Leng Xuan didn't know that Xiao Nan was afraid of the dark and didn't dare to come."

"Oh."

The two men fell silent.

After a long pause, Chen Muye finally spoke:

"I'm so happy to see you here."

"Isn't it?"

"Of course," Chen Muye nodded seriously, "It means you've moved on, and you're starting to get better."

Wu Xiangnan said calmly, "It's been six years since Blue Rain was destroyed. I've finally come out of this. It's so good to meet you all."

Chen Muyi sighed: "In their eyes, you're very rigid. Last time I overheard Hongying and Xiaonan talking, they said you can't find a wife."

"......"

"What do you think of that guy?" Wu Xiangnan suddenly asked.

"Cunning, a good actor, no wonder he's from the Zhao family."

That's not what I meant.

"Hahaha." Chen Muye suddenly burst into laughter. "So you also think that Old Zhao might not be dead?"

Wu Xiangnan paused for a moment: "I don't know."

“No, you know.” Chen Muye patted Wu Xiangnan’s shoulder. “You couldn’t possibly not know about eye drops. He didn’t seem sad at all that my nephew died, which means he’s not really dead. He’s either seriously injured or crippled, he just doesn’t want us to know.”

"Is this important?"

"Isn't it important?"

Chen Muye shifted his gaze from Wu Xiangnan: "At least it shows that he is a young man with very positive values."

Lin Qiye joined us because of him and his nephew, didn't he?

Old Zhao's greatest wish was to kill a mysterious figure from Sichuan, and he did it—that's a great achievement.

I've begun to look forward to the day, the day, the moment, when Old Zhao will return.

“We can look forward to it, but at least until Lin Qiye becomes a qualified Night Watchman, Old Zhao is already dead.” Wu Xiangnan sighed.

Chen Muyi patted Wu Xiangnan on the shoulder again:

"Both children are doing well."

Therefore, you need to process Old Zhao's compensation payment as soon as possible.

"......"

At this time, the cemetery was dozens of miles away.

Leng Xuan, who was squatting on the hilltop, put down his binoculars and smiled slightly: "They all hid without any skill. I managed to get a picture of them again."

Click click click.

He casually put the photo in the box and locked it.

It was filled with photos, all heartwarming pictures of Team 136.

He shook his head at the end, saying, "But it's just you guys. When will someone take a picture of me too?"