In this temporarily constructed dark space, only the viscous silence of the Eternal Night Territory remained, along with the faint purple-blue flas of Thunder leaping from Fang Qingyu’s hand, illuminating three distinctly different faces.
Fang Qingyu’s expression looked incredibly grave under the lightning.
Jiang Wei’s small figure had silently and noiselessly positioned itself at a side position behind the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss. Her clear Eyes of lting Gold were as icy as millennia-old ice at this mont. The small body emitted an intermittent yet space-devouring terrifying aura, completely locking any potential movent of the Corpse Wolf.
"You watch him."
Fang Qingyu’s voice rang out in the dark territory, carrying a cold hardness akin to tal friction.
Jiang Wei didn’t speak, only slightly nodding her little head ever so gently, her gaze solid as ice cones, pinned firmly to the back of the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss.
The Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss, terrified by the sudden arrival of absolute darkness and the cold murderous intent from behind, had all its scales bristled, uttering fearful gasps of "ho ho," its body shaking like a leaf in the wind, not daring to move at all.
Fang Qingyu no longer looked at it.
But instead, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging waves within his heart.
He took out the phone, its screen shattered, tainted with black ash and bloodstains.
His fingers swiftly slid across the contact list, pausing precisely on the na "Old Man Hong on Chang’an Ancient Street."
Without a mont’s hesitation, he dialed directly.
Beep... beep... beep...
The busy signal was particularly piercing in the dead silent dark territory.
Ti seed to stretch.
Every second felt like an excruciating century.
Fang Qingyu’s Eyes of lting Gold were fixed intently on the screen, his fingers clutching the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Just when he thought no one would answer.
Click.
The call connected.
However, what ca through was not Hong Qitian’s usual lazy or slightly biting voice.
The first thing to pierce the eardrum was an extrely noisy, fierce argunt!
In the background sound, several voices clearly in an extrely agitated state were roaring like wounded beasts:
"...What are you still hesitating for?! The contingency plan must start imdiately! Today! At this mont!!"
A hoarse voice roared with a kind of do-or-die determination, "All humanity! Has the right to know the truth!!! We have hidden it for too long! If we continue to hide it, by the ti they break out, it will be too late!!"
"Bullshit!!" Another voice even more irritable imdiately exploded confrontationally, like a thunderclap, "Tell everyone now? Tell them there’s a guillotine ready to fall at any mont? Tell them we can’t hold it at all?! Besides pushing the world into premature panic and chaos, utterly collapsing the current order, what other damn purpose does it serve?! Resources? Food? Weapons? What supplies a global warti status?! Our words alone?!"
"Do we have to wait until they break through the Arctic Circle! Until cities beco ruins! Until billions die in ignorance before announcing it?! That would be real slaughter!!" The first voice beca even more agitated.
"Ignorance? At least with ignorance, they can have a few more days of peace! Breaking this thin veil now is lighting the fuse of a powder keg! Besides dragging everyone prematurely into hell, I can’t see any hope!" The voice refuting was unyielding.
"Enough!! Everyone shut up!!"
An aged but indisputably authoritative voice abruptly cut through all the clamor.
A brief silence of the dead.
Then ca the heavy footsteps, as if soone was moving away from the noisy battlefield with the phone.
Over a dozen seconds later.
The background argunt was finally muffled by heavy door panels, becoming extrely faint.
On the other end of the phone, Hong Qitian’s familiar voice ca through.
But this ti, there was no casual laziness or acerbity, only a profound weariness, as if crushed by infinite burdens.
"Hello? Kid..." his voice was hoarse to the extre, "What’s up? Speak quickly."
Fang Qingyu’s heart felt gripped by an icy hand.
He took a deep breath, forcing his voice to remain as calm as possible, recounting everything that had just happened as if delivering the most precise battle report, quickly and clearly.
From his and Jiang Wei’s silent return to the mountaintop ambush, to how the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss bizarrely erged from the Force Field Barrier, how it displayed anthropomorphic vigilance and actions, how it was stopped by his thunder, how it begged for rcy and identified itself, how it ntioned "the North," "the army gathering," then to the most critical phrase, "The Arctic! Humans have blocked us there for a hundred years! Don’t you know?"
Every detail, including the tone and deanor of the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss when speaking, Fang Qingyu described with as much accuracy as possible.
On the other end of the phone.
A dead silence.
Only the incredibly repressed and heavy breathing of Hong Qitian, coming through the receiver.
As if he was bearing an invisible mountain, each breath exhausting all his strength.
The silence lasted for a full half-minute.
So lengthy that Fang Qingyu almost believed the signal had been cut off.
Finally.
Hong Qitian’s voice, weary to the utmost, with a kind of world-weary desolation, slowly erged:
"Kid..."
He paused, as if each word required imnse effort.
"This world... is truly too big..."
Fang Qingyu’s grip on the phone suddenly tightened.
This sentence was like an icy key, instantly opening the door nad Truth.
All the guesses, suspicions, and confusion were confird at this mont!
Hong Qitian’s deep, hoarse voice continued, each word like quenched ice:
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