Darkness buried in silence.
An icy wind flayed flesh and bone.
The crimson moon cast down a scarlet glow, enchanting and eerie like fresh blood.
Lian Qiguang expressionlessly looked at the young man dressed in black before him, dark currents surging in the depths of his silent eyes.
Qiu Limò stood in silence within the darkness, arms folded. His slightly lowered head was hidden behind the high collar of his coat. Long black hair fell over his face, obscuring his features.
His faint presence had merged completely with the surrounding air.
Had Lian Qiguang not sensed him at the last moment, he might never have noticed he was there at all.
Lian Qiguang withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, expressionlessly staring at the ground as he resumed walking.
The two slowly drew closer.
The crimson moon gradually disappeared behind the clouds.
Darkness swallowed the red, burying all filth.
The two passed each other.
Lian Qiguang did not look up.
And Qiu Limò remained cold and merged with the air itself.
It was as if neither had noticed the other.
The wind stirred Qiu Limò’s hair.
As they brushed past each other, strands of black hair lightly grazed Lian Qiguang’s face.
Lian Qiguang instantly stopped.
His pupils tightened.
An inexplicable tension gripped his chest.
This feeling…
The silent Qiu Limò moved.
His folded arms slowly lowered.
A pair of deep black eyes coldly stared at the empty air before him.
His toes lightly tapped the ground.
In an instant, his body turned into a blur and vanished into the darkness.
Feeling the air behind him suddenly relax, Lian Qiguang’s eyes flickered.
He withdrew his thoughts and continued walking forward expressionlessly.
Wind-element ability.
Not lower than level thirty.
By current standards, that should be soldier rank.
…
“Ku Mu, let’s go!”
Mi Xiaobao leaned over the table, looking excitedly at Lian Qiguang.
Seeing Mi Xiaobao’s suddenly enlarged face, Lian Qiguang’s hand paused slightly. He leaned back a little to avoid him and expressionlessly stuffed the last bite of food into his mouth.
“Mi Fatty, if you want to go with him, then go. Why drag me along too?”
Feng Qingyang came out of the room yawning, rubbing sleepy eyes as he glared at Mi Xiaobao.
“There’s a promotion today!” Mi Xiaobao held his chubby face in both hands, cheeks flushed with excitement. “If three people go together, they’ll give us a commemorative statue of Lord Dark Light for free. I want it!!”
Lian Qiguang expressionlessly swallowed the last mouthful of food.
Expressionlessly drank water.
Expressionlessly stood up and went back to his room to change clothes.
As Mi Xiaobao endlessly repeated “Lord Dark Light” this and “Lord Dark Light” that, Lian Qiguang remained extraordinarily calm the entire time.
“Ku Mu, hurry up! Otherwise they’ll run out of freebies!”
Mi Xiaobao anxiously waited outside Lian Qiguang’s door. The moment Lian Qiguang came out, Mi Xiaobao immediately grabbed him and rushed off.
Lian Qiguang allowed Mi Xiaobao to drag him along at full speed.
Truthfully speaking, he did feel a little curious about visiting his own memorial museum.
Of course… it also felt a little strange.
It was roughly equivalent to visiting your own grave during Qingming Festival.
“Ah, troublesome, troublesome.”
Still dressed in his flamboyant fiery-red outfit, Feng Qingyang strolled leisurely behind them with his hands behind his head.
“Mi Fatty, every time you mention Lord Dark Light you get this excited. If you actually met him in person, wouldn’t you die from excitement on the spot?”
“If I could really meet Lord Dark Light, I’d die without regrets.” Mi Xiaobao snorted. “Too bad I was born three thousand years too late. If I had lived in Lord Dark Light’s era, I would definitely have followed him to the death.”
Looking at Mi Xiaobao’s determined chubby face, Lian Qiguang wrinkled his nose slightly before returning to his expressionless state.
He really wanted to say—
With that ball-of-meat body of yours, you definitely wouldn’t survive three days in that era.
And that’s assuming absurdly good luck.
They boarded a hovercar.
After about two hours of travel, they finally stopped before a magnificent building.
After getting off, Mi Xiaobao left Feng Qingyang and Lian Qiguang behind while he went to buy tickets.
Lian Qiguang tilted his head back and expressionlessly looked at the towering building before him, nearly a hundred floors high and shaped like a spinning top.
He remained perfectly calm.
So this was where he lived after death?
Not bad.
Good ventilation from north to south.
A prime feng shui location.
“Most of the things here are replicas,” Feng Qingyang said from beside him. “The authentic items are all in the museum in District One.”
“That place is many times bigger than this one. Security is insanely tight. There are hundreds of high-level robots patrolling every day, and…”
Feng Qingyang glanced around before cautiously leaning close to Lian Qiguang’s ear.
Lowering his voice, he whispered,
“And supposedly… Lord Dark Light’s body is there too.”
Pfft!
Lian Qiguang, who had been drinking, instantly choked and sprayed the entire mouthful all over Feng Qingyang’s face.
“I mean, even if you’re excited, isn’t this a bit much?”
Feng Qingyang’s face darkened as he glared at Lian Qiguang.
“Cough.”
Lian Qiguang coughed once and tossed the remaining drink into his storage space.
His usually expressionless face nearly broke.
Lord Dark Light’s body!?
If he remembered correctly, when he and the zombie king destroyed each other—
Two level-fifty-plus energy explosions.
Forget a corpse.
There shouldn’t even have been ashes left.
“Ku Mu! Feng Qingyang! I bought them!!”
Mi Xiaobao ran over happily and handed each of them a metallic band resembling a bracelet.
“Let’s go. Time to pay our respects to our great Lord Dark Light’s relics.”
Feng Qingyang put on the metal band and registered his personal information, speaking half-jokingly.
Lian Qiguang stiffened slightly but expressionlessly put on his own band.
Then he followed Mi Xiaobao into the memorial museum—
To pay respects to his own “relics.”
The moment they entered, a chill rushed toward them.
In the center of the museum lobby stood a giant statue several dozen meters tall.
It depicted a refined-looking man wearing a black combat outfit with a long black coat.
He stood with his hands behind his back.
His gaze was calm and steady as he looked into the distance.
The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, carrying the faintest trace of a smile.
As if he had seen something satisfying.
Lian Qiguang tilted his head.
He didn’t remember ever making that expression.
“Ku Mu! Come here, look!”
Perhaps because they had arrived early, there weren’t many people inside.
Mi Xiaobao’s voice echoed clearly through the spacious building.
Lian Qiguang walked over and followed Mi Xiaobao’s gaze.
On a floating metal display platform, protected behind a barrier, sat a blue-and-white porcelain bowl.
A very ordinary bowl.
Back when cities were being cleared, he had seen plenty in abandoned supermarkets.
Two yuan each.
“Ku Mu, this is an original—not a replica.”
Mi Xiaobao’s eyes sparkled.
“This was the bowl Lord Ku Mu used for meals.”
The corner of Lian Qiguang’s mouth twitched.
The words I have plenty of these in my storage space, I can give you a whole stack rose to his lips—
Then silently went back down.
“And this…”
Mi Xiaobao ran to another display, both hands pressed tightly against the protective barrier.
Lian Qiguang pursed his lips and expressionlessly followed.
“This is clothing Lord Ku Mu once wore.”
“And this—these are chopsticks Lord Ku Mu used.”
“This! This! This is a book Lord Ku Mu once read!”
…
Silently following behind Mi Xiaobao, listening to his nonstop chatter, Lian Qiguang expressionlessly looked at each item Mi Xiaobao introduced as if reciting family treasures.
He…
Didn’t remember ever using any of these things.
Though he did vaguely remember that book.
It was a comic.
About one person and two bears.
There was also a monkey, maybe.
But later he thought the protagonist was too stupid, so he stopped reading.
Suddenly, Lian Qiguang caught sight of something.
Leaving Mi Xiaobao, who had fully descended into obsessive-fan mode, he slowly walked toward a distant corner.
As he drew closer—
Lian Qiguang’s eyes slowly widened.
Both hands clenched tightly.
This was…?