Night Without End-Chapter 824 - 416: Destruction in the Sky (Part 3)
"Let’s go, we’re hitting the road," said Qin Ming.
The large crow immediately objected, "There are those human-skin kites in the sky, let’s not join the party!"
Qin Ming reassured, "It’s okay, we’re not heading in their direction. Hmm, you might not know my true identity yet..."
The large crow was shocked and said, "You are the figurehead of the Newborn Road... Qin Ming? Okay, I’ll go with you!"
They set off under the night sky, heading towards the direction of Chixia City and Black and White Mountain.
However, after flying just two hundred miles, Qin Ming sensed something was wrong. Above them, something was flying at a not-so-distant range.
It was an old man dressed in white, his face pale. When Qin Ming looked up, the old man gave him a friendly smile.
Is this flying with the body? It’s not Pure Yang consciousness, Qin Ming stared wide-eyed.
"Oh mother, is that a person or a ghost?" The large crow couldn’t help but shudder.
"Ah, why speak and break the silence, what year is it tonight?" the old man sighed and asked.
"Two days after the fall of Yujing," Qin Ming replied, sensing something amiss.
"Even traveling far in nothingness is fine, alas!" he let out a heavy sigh, followed by a crash of thunder, and he burst on the spot, turning into flying ash.
Did the old man in white just vanish like that? Qin Ming was stunned, having not expected such a result; everything was so abnormal and unpredictable.
The large crow shivered, uneasy even when flapping its wings, and flew another dozens of miles.
Suddenly, Qin Ming’s nape felt cold, and the small Exotic Gold sword he wore on his chest was burning hot.
"Master... did you put your hands on my back too?" The large crow was so scared it was almost trembling, feeling an extra pair of feet on its back.
Swoosh!
Qin Ming launched the small Exotic Gold sword backward, capable of suppressing strange entities that were invisible and intangible; the effect of Alien Gold Weapons was naturally far superior.
At the same time, Qin Ming used his consciousness to manipulate broken cloth, shielding his back.
He felt a bone-chilling cold, his back wet and sticky, with something almost clinging to him.
However, upon touching the broken cloth, a sharp scream sounded as the Exotic Gold Small Nail pierced this mysterious creature.
Qin Ming turned back, seeing the majority of a peculiar cold energy dispersing rapidly, it was not the old man in white earlier, but a creature he was familiar with—a ghost!
"The world is changing dramatically, various unpredictable things are emerging." His eyes were deep, vaguely seeing that the mass was swiftly retreating and vanishing into the clouds.
Heavy in heart, Qin Ming spoke, "In the past, there were incomprehensible phenomena and various unknown entities on the pitch-black ground without Fire Springs, and now, even the sky has them."
The large crow stuttered, "Ma... master, look up, there’s a... furry monster in the clouds ahead, all white, fleeting and then gone!"
Qin Ming naturally noticed the creature covered in thick white fur, peeking from the cloud. He replied, "Hmm, I saw it, let’s descend, we’re not far from a big city, for safety’s sake, let’s travel on the snowy ground."
The large crow quickly spiraled downwards, unintentionally looking up, its black face turning nearly white with fear, rushing towards the ground, wishing to crash headfirst.
Because, in the night sky appeared a red sedan chair, carried by creatures in mourning attire.
The large crow trembled and said, "Oh mother, is this the Ye State I knew? Everything feels so unfamiliar and terrifying, will there still be room for us birds to survive? The world won’t let me fly."
In the snow, Qin Ming led the way, running at the front.
The large crow scampered behind, occasionally looking up, finding the red sedan chair not swooping down but hovering high in the sky.
Suddenly, it screamed in horror, "Who’s touching my butt?"
It shouted naturally to seek help from Qin Ming, and also to pluck up the courage for its timid self.
Qin Ming had already sensed something, feeling compelled to turn around and wait for it.
Six old men appeared at the rear, faces full of wrinkles, their exact age unknown, with all their hair gone, but their old eyes were not cloudy, each like an abyss.
"Traveling merchants!" Recognizing their attire, Qin Ming immediately identified them.
These people walked in darkness for years, it was said that as they aged, even if they could still wander among cities, if alive, they probably weren’t the same people as before.
Once a traveling merchant lives for over a hundred years, they soon disappear.
Now, Qin Ming saw six people, each undoubtedly over a century old.
He had stopped, genuinely curious to interact with such people, as his grandfather had once left with an old merchant, never to be seen again.
"Let’s talk, everyone," Qin Ming spoke.
The large crow thought he was crazy. How could he converse with such creatures that had long lost humanity?
"Let’s have a chat." Voices similar in tone emerged from the cloud with the red sedan chair approaching. Subsequently, a small red shoe stepped into the night sky.
"Who is there?" Qin Ming immediately asked.
"See the Heavenly Immortal, why not kneel!" the sedan bearer spoke.
