Two figures were pushing a tal stretcher.
They walked slowly from the other end of the corridor.
The stretcher was covered with a pale white sheet, outlining the body beneath.
The people pushing the trolley wore dark gray work clothes, with a hint of numb fatigue on their faces.
The slightly chubby one on the left couldn’t help but complain in a low voice:
"Damn, the ’Qi Blood’ supply has been getting tighter recently, the delivery frequency has decreased, and the quantity has reduced. The ancestral side is almost running out... When will this end? If this continues, we’ll all end up deadlocked."
The tall, skinny one on the right nodded upon hearing this, his voice equally low and with a touch of helplessness: "Tell about it. And... the quality is getting worse. Look at today’s, the Qi Blood is so thin it probably won’t last a few days. Sigh, this job is getting harder and harder."
The chubby one pushed the cart and suddenly seed to rember sothing. His eyes lit up slightly, carrying a strange gleam, and he whispered even lower: "Hey, have you heard? A new team has arrived in the city, supposedly the top talents from the Hidden Dragon Plan in Shangjing. They’re very young, but their strength is terrifying! The captain, called Fang Qingyu, killed a Tier Two Peak Life Ghost by himself in Black Pine Ridge!"
The tall, skinny one nodded instinctively: "Yeah, I’ve heard. It caused quite a stir. They were assigned to the ’Observatory,’ top-tier treatnt."
After pausing, his tone took on a hint of greedy and cruel calculation, as if discussing livestock about to be slaughtered: "You think... if we could get them here to extend the old ancestor’s life... tsk tsk, those young and vigorous genius grandmasters, their quality, their weight! Maybe it could extend the old ancestor’s life by another year or so, that would truly be... making full use of resources!"
"Shush—!!!"
The chubby one’s face turned pale with fright. He suddenly covered the tall, skinny one’s mouth, looking around in terror, his voice altered: "Are you crazy?! How dare you say such things lightly?! Do you want to die?! That’s soone from Shangjing! The captain of the Hidden Dragon Plan! Even Master Hong Qitian said they must be protected! Move against him? If you want to die, don’t drag with you! Don’t even think about such ideas, keep them buried in your stomach!"
The tall, skinny one nearly choked from being covered. He struggled a bit before being released.
Breathing heavily, he also showed a trace of regret on his face, sheepishly saying: "I know... I know... I was just... just talking nonsense, just fantasizing... mainly because the old ancestor’s complexion has been looking worse and his aura more unstable, I’m worried... sigh..."
He sighed, his voice lowering down.
The two stopped talking, silently pushing the stretcher to the front of the alloy door.
The chubby one took out an ID card and swiped it at the access control, then entered a long string of passwords. Accompanied by the heavy "clack," the heavy alloy door slid open silently inward.
A thicker scent of disinfectant mixed with a faint sll of rust wafted over.
The two pushed the stretcher inside, unaware that just as the door was about to close, a deep, sticky darkness, like living ink, silently "flowed" in, clinging to the shadows inside, blending into this new space.
Inside was not a room.
It was a deeper, oppressive corridor also made of gray-white concrete.
The lighting was grim, leading to another larger elevator.
Inside the Eternal Night Territory.
Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan’s faces turned livid the mont they heard the two n’s conversation!
Making full use... genius grandmasters... extending life...
Every word was like a poisoned ice cone, stabbing deeply into their hearts.
Thoroughly validating Jiang Chengyue’s previous chilling and unbelievable accusation.
Before, they might have held onto a shred of hope, hoping Jiang Chengyue was just radical, just misunderstood.
But now, from the way these two "workers" spoke so naturally, even with a hint of complaint and calculation, the truth lay bare, stark and bloody before them.
The hero celebrated for fifty years by the Federation, the Stabilizing Needle of Glazed Light City, the Jiang Family’s ancestor Jiang Taixuan...
His ans of prolonging his decaying life was not so miracle, not so divine dicine!
But by extracting and consuming the life force and Qi Blood of other Martial Arts Grandmasters alive!??
It’s supported by that sinister Divine Armant...
The Gluttonous Stomach!
This is the biggest irony in the history of the Federation.
The darkest joke!
The monunt of the hero, built upon the flesh and white bones of countless martial artists, maintained by the basest sins??
An indescribable chill and overwhelming fury.
Surged and clashed within the three, nearly breaking the bonds of the Eternal Night Territory.
Wei Banng pressed her lips tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, Chu Kuanglan’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth gnashing audibly...
Fang Qingyu’s expression, however, appeared unusually calm in the darkness.
In the depths of the lted Gold vertical pupils, cold lava seed to flow slowly, freezing all tumultuous waves, leaving only an insight into everything and... a hint of realization.
He completely understood now.
Why Hong Qitian sent a ssage, suggesting he co to Glazed Light City.
The old man probably knew of the filth here long ago.
He was sent to address this matter.
To clean house, to sever the roots of this decaying evil.
It’s just...
Fang Qingyu’s mouth twitched downwards, carrying a trace of helplessness.
Did the old man overestimate him?
As old and as weak as the opponent was, they were an authentic Tier Three Martial Saint.
There was a chasm in life level between them.
Sending a second-tier initial realm squad leader to challenge a Martial Saint?
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