novelGlobal #381 - Chapter 380 Announcement Location
#381 - Chapter 380 Announcement Location
The auction is still 5 hours away.
South Federation, Hugh Yue City.
Ink-like dark clouds loomed over the city, and streetlights stood neatly on both sides of the road, casting a warm-toned, dim yellow light that reflected fragmented shadows of trees on the sidewalk.
It was seven o'clock in the evening, and Hugh Yue City, which used to be brightly lit with neon lights and full of noise and laughter, was unusually silent today.
Everything was running normally, but there was not a trace of the city's warmth. The streets were deserted, with only the rustling of leaves, and the shops on both sides had their shutters closed.
Looking down at the city from a high altitude, one could see buildings blending into the night, and not a single car could be seen driving on the crisscrossing roads.
If one had to find an adjective to describe Hugh Yue City at this time, “dead city” would be a relatively fitting one.
At the same time, on the rooftop of a building, several ordinary-looking men and women were together, among whom were a few familiar faces.
The three-person team led by the one-armed strongman Yang Luhe, Wenren Qing and Duan Xian from the摘星Academy, and four men and women in An Tong Si uniforms.
“Why are so few people here? Doesn't An Tong Si know the seriousness of this matter?” Yang Luhe asked with an unhappy expression.
The lean middle-aged man standing next to him smiled helplessly: “It's because they know the seriousness of this matter that so few people came.”
Yang Luhe looked puzzled and turned his face to ask: “Cheng Zhen, what do you mean by that?”
The man called Cheng Zhen opened his palm and gently patted Yang Luhe's back: “Sometimes I really think you're quite stupid. Who established An Tong Si?”
“The three major consortia, what's wrong?”
Cheng Zhen glanced at Yang Luhe: “You know that and still ask. Matters rising to the level of the Northern Underworld Heavenly Emperor must be handled personally by the three major consortia, each operating independently. Do you think it's appropriate to let an alliance-like organization like An Tong Si intervene?”
Yang Luhe looked thoughtful and slowly said: “It seems a bit inappropriate.”
Cheng Zhen spat out the toothpick he was holding in his mouth, his gaze moving down to Yang Luhe's empty sleeve, and said casually:
“Instead of worrying about the auction, you should worry about your arm. You're an archer, can you still be called an archer without an arm?”
Yang Luhe grinned, reached out and knocked on his clean white teeth: “My teeth can also draw a bow, it's just a little unsightly.”
Cheng Zhen was stunned for a moment, then showed an extremely reluctant smile: “Optimism is good, optimism is good!”
“Gentlemen.”
Wenren Qing, who was standing in the back, stepped forward.
“Director Wenren, what's the matter?”
Yang Luhe and Cheng Zhen turned around at the same time, looking at Wenren Qing, whose eyes were deathly silent.
“It's been ten days now, but there's no movement in Hugh Yue City, and we haven't even seen a shadow of the Underworld. Is there a possibility that, in fact…”
Cheng Zhen interrupted Wenren Qing with a smile: “Director Wenren, it's useless for you to worry about these things. After all, the initiative is in the hands of the Underworld. We just need to wait. As for Li Chenqiu… he'll be fine.”
Wenren Qing's eyes flickered with hidden worry, and she nodded in silence.
Cheng Zhen was about to say something when a voice suddenly came from the headset hanging on his left ear. Not only him, but the headsets of everyone else present also sounded at the same time.
“Calling Special Operations Teams 012 and 019, calling Special Operations Teams 012 and 019, the final destination of this mission is Green Island. The location has been sent, please proceed in a timely manner.”
The crowd exchanged glances, the casualness on their faces quickly fading away. The puzzled Wenren Qing asked: “Everyone, does An Tong Si have any new instructions?”
Yang Lucheng raised his hand and lightly pressed his headset. Accompanied by a “buzzing” sound of electricity, the top of the headset lit up with a blue light, projecting a translucent blue map in front of him. A red dot on the map burst out with a dazzling light.
“The final destination has been changed to Green Island. Time is tight, we have to leave quickly!”
At the same time, beams of extremely brilliant light tore through the dullness of the night, streaking across the sky like shooting stars, heading straight for the same direction. Violent, almost beast-like roars echoed under the night.
The undercurrents lurking beneath this city began to surge.
...
Soft white light shone on Li Chenqiu's hair, like plating a thin layer of white gold.
He sat upright at his desk, holding a short pencil in his left hand and a black eraser in his right, scribbling and revising in a thin notebook.
All kinds of strange and bizarre objects were piled together, forming a pyramid shape at Li Chenqiu's feet.
“How can chopsticks be woven into an ability? Can they extend freely, allowing you to be one step ahead when eating?”
Li Chenqiu held a pair of simple and ancient chopsticks, stroking his chin as he pondered.
“Chu Li!”
Xiang Nanzhi's voice came from outside the camp, followed by approaching footsteps.
Sitting at the table, Li Chenqiu rubbed his somewhat sore eyes after hearing the voice. He put down his pencil and eraser, stretched lazily, pulled out his chair, and stood up.
The camp curtain was lifted, and Xiang Nanzhi walked in quickly.
Li Chenqiu turned his wrist and looked sideways: “Why did you change your name to Chu Li?”
“Special times require special treatment. Don't call me Xiang Nanzhi either, call me Thousand Faces, understand?” Xiang Nanzhi rarely put on a steady posture.
Seeing this, Li Chenqiu asked curiously: “Has the clearing operation begun?”
Xiang Nanzhi didn't beat around the bush and said directly: “No, but it's coming soon, come with me!”
Li Chenqiu put on his black jacket and followed Xiang Nanzhi to the space exit.
...
The sun was still bright, and the auction stage, cast from steel with white jade pillars standing at the four corners and golden patterns carved in the center, rose from the very center of the square.
Square boxes, like white clouds, floated in the air, surrounding the central auction stage, undulating at the same frequency, a magnificent sight!
Directly in front of the auction stage was a long spatial rift, which was the entrance to this other dimension, and also the exit.
In front of the spatial rift, a middle-aged man, about forty years old, wearing a dark black long trench coat, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, clear and distinct facial features, and a tough crew cut, stood at the very front.
This person was the Southern Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, and also Thousand Faces' father.
In front of the Southern Ghost Emperor, there were also five people standing idly, Yama and the former King Chujiang were among them. Obviously, the other three were also the Ten Kings of Hell of the Underworld.
The Southern Ghost Emperor pulled up his cuff, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and said in a muffled and calm tone: “It's almost time.”
The Southern Ghost Emperor looked up at the five people and said: “Quick battle and quick resolution, only clear out the miscellaneous fish below the Ten Forbidden.”