Looking at the other’s expression, almost on the verge of collapse, unable to answer any question.
Fang Qingyu’s last trace of interest disappeared.
This kind of character, can’t squeeze any more benefits out.
It’s probably just that Creation Technology over there didn’t expect him to be discovered.
Otherwise, with this level of loyalty, it’s impossible to send him on such a mission.
"Waste."
The cold words fell.
A flash of the knife!
Quick! So quick that even the pleading expression on the man’s face didn’t have ti to change!
Splurt!
A thin yet lethal line of blood appeared on the man’s neck.
The panic and pleading in his eyes instantly solidified, swiftly covered by the ash of death, and his body limply slumped to the ground, silent.
Fang Qingyu didn’t even look at the corpse on the ground.
He bent down and used the tip of his knife to precisely lift the dark golden ’Divine Embryo’, catching it steadily.
The touch was warm, as if carrying the pulse of life, a feeling indescribably clearer upon contact.
Then he turned and handed the ’Divine Embryo’ to Jiang Wei, who had been quietly standing beside him, her small face filled with curiosity.
"Do you recognize this thing? Is there really so ’God’ inside?" Fang Qingyu’s tone carried a hint of inquiry.
With Jiang Wei’s background, being the daughter of the Yellow Emperor and having lived for so many years.
If even she doesn’t recognize it, probably very few do.
Jiang Wei extended her small hand, carefully accepting the dark golden egg, her clear eyes closely examining the starry patterns on its surface, her small hand gently stroking the shell as if feeling the rhythm within.
The curiosity on her little face gradually turned serious, even a bit... grave!?
After a few silent seconds.
Jiang Wei slowly raised her head, looking at Fang Qingyu, her eyes extraordinarily serious, her voice carrying a solemnity that belied her appearance:
"This thing... is very special, much more so than that insect mother, its origin... may be beyond imagination." She paused, seeming to weigh her words, finally saying: "If you believe , you can leave it with , once I have the answer, I’ll let you know."
Fang Qingyu looked at Jiang Wei’s unusually serious expression and waved his hand.
"No problem, just leave it with you for now."
After these days together, Comrade Xiaojiang is indeed trustworthy.
Anyway, for now, this thing is just a useless golden egg with him.
If Jiang Wei can figure it out.
It’s actually a good thing.
Neither of them glanced at the corpse on the ground again.
"Let’s go, it’s ti to get out."
Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a barely perceptible fatigue, yet also a sense of relaxation after everything had settled.
Jiang Wei carefully put the dark golden egg into her small bag, patted it gently, then nodded, following closely.
The two no longer concealed their whereabouts.
Walking boldly towards the edge of the force field separating the two worlds.
Buzz——!
Passing through that sticky, cold, water-like invisible barrier.
The familiar peeling sensation hit again.
The previously deafening... head-splitting insect screeches... the nauseating stench of blood and charred rot.
In an instant!
Completely peeled away!
Like shedding a heavy, filthy cloak.
Replaced by, the deafening...
Clamor!
The piercing sound of police sirens swirling in the night sky, urgent shouts intertwined: "Stretcher! Over here!" "Injured first!" "Keep the passage clear! Move aside!"
The roar of vehicle engines echoed, further away, the noise of a normal city, with faint pop music, even the aroma of food from street vendors, carrying the scent of life...
Like a warm tide, instantly flooding the senses filled with dead silence and despair.
The scene suddenly lit up!
No longer the murky twilight in the ruins with grotesque silhouettes of twisted buildings.
But countless flashing, rotating police lights of red and blue, the blinding white light of temporary floodlights, and further away... the dazzling neon lights of the city, weaving into a sea of hypnotic noise and light.
The huge contrast was like a heavy hamr pounding Fang Qingyu’s heart.
Causing his steps to falter slightly, he instinctively took a deep breath.
This air, mixed with the earthy scent of the human world, filled his lungs with a sweetness of survival, dispelling the bloody and decayed remnants deep in his lungs.
The nerves that had been tense for who knows how long, finally completely relaxed at this mont.
An indescribable fatigue, like a tide from the depths of his body, erged, yet it carried a strange lightness, as if shedding a mountain of weight.
It was over.
Truly over.
The nightmare of Qingjian City, the threat of the insect tide, the roars of the Abyssal Weaver of Fate.... all left behind under that do of dead silence in the force field.
The neon light flickered on Fang Qingyu’s face covered in bloodstains, dust, and sweat.
Prosperity, clamor, the vibrant human world...
Dead silence, ruins, an insect tide ravaged apocalypse...
Separated by just an invisible barrier.
As if separated by a lifeti.
In just a few days of experience, too much of life and death, despair and struggle, battles beyond limits and ruthless killing were condensed.
At this mont, standing in this familiar yet unfamiliar "human world" clamor, there was also a strong sense of unreality.
Fang Qingyu slightly tilted his head, looking at the little girl beside him.
Jiang Wei was also looking up, her clear eyes curiously observing the flashing sirens around, the white-clad figures hurrying about, the neon of distant skyscrapers.
Her small nostrils slightly flared, as if also slling the distinctly different air.
Her little face showed not much change, but those eyes, reflected the dazzling lights, seed to shine with a few rays of "human world" brilliance.
She seed to sense Fang Qingyu’s gaze, turned her head, eting his eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly curling up into a barely visible arc.
Then, in a calm yet relieved tone, she softly said:
"Welco back."
Welco back to this bustling, ordinary, yet life-filled human world.
Fang Qingyu remained silent, not responding imdiately.
He just took another deep breath of this air mixed with disinfectant and food aromas, feeling the solid ground underfoot, and the Qi Blood and Power within him gradually calming after the intense battles.
Finally, Fang Qingyu slowly lifted his hand, wiping the dirt from his face.
His gaze surpassed the flashing police lights and busy crowd, toward the distant bustling city nightscape.
Finally retracting his gaze, his eyes restored to their usual depth and calm.
To Jiang Wei, as if also to himself, he softly replied:
"Mm, I’m back."
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