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Chapter 529 - 529 292 Teacher... Goodbye… (4000)_2

Chapter 529: 292 Teacher… Goodbye… (4000)_2 Chapter 529: 292 Teacher… Goodbye… (4000)_2 During this period, not a single member left Kula City, all were blockaded within the urban area. They vaguely guessed that danger was imminent, yet not a single senior returned to the Blood Nest, leaving them without leadership. Therefore, they could only hide, they didn’t even dare to gather blood food, reducing their existence to the bare minimum. Luckily, at this time the Black Mechanism did not seize the opportunity to launch a search, allowing the Blood Spirit Association to avoid complete annihilation.

September 14th, 8 PM.

Clouds obscured the sky, casting a gloom. The city was bustling with nightlife, with the main roads full of traffic. Streetlights were everywhere, emitting a halo of light. Pedestrians of all kinds came and went. Multicolored neon lights from shop signboards vaguely flickered across passersby’s faces under the shop signboard, giving off a surreal feeling.

At the intersection with a famous night snack street, the darkness was just a turn away from the bright and bustling streets. Three figures in trench coats stood quietly, not saying a word as if they were waiting for something.

Shortly afterwards, a youth with short brown hair mingled amongst the crowd at the snack street. His face was plain with a hint of freckles.

He seemed to have business to attend to, not even noticing the eye-catching storefronts or the delicious food by the road.

He walked on his own, inconspicuously making his way to the middle of the snack street, before entering a dim alleyway on the left.

The youth walked at a steady pace, looking over his shoulder every few steps, as if wary of someone following him. After crossing the dark alleyway and looping around, roughly hundreds of meters later.

He arrived at a regular residential district. Dim moonlight splayed over the tops of the houses constructed like building blocks, with distinctive local architectural styles of square and rectangle spire houses.

Walking among the shadows, the youth slowly approached the front gate of a house and fumbled in his pocket for the keys to unlock the door.

He went through the courtyard and stood in front of the house again.

He turned around cautiously and took a glance behind him. The street outside was silent, with only leaves falling stirred by the wind.

The youth reached out his hand, knocked on the door first, and waited until someone came. Then he took out the keys to unlock the door.

Click.

As the door opened, the brown-haired youth looked at the two companions who had come out as if to report the situation as usual.

However, those two people suddenly widened their eyes, looking horrified at something behind him, their faces shocked.

“Wha…”

He lowered his gaze and was shocked to see the shadows cast by the moonlight in the corridor of the room, leading all the way from the door.

Three large, human-like shapes blocking the light, with twisting shadows that grew longer and larger, reminiscent of hideous, mutated monsters. They gave off an indescribable, spine-chilling dread!

…

The lunar shadows shifted, and the bright moon gradually hung high in the sky.

In a dark alley, a tall figure in a black robe darted back and forth. He was incredibly fast; his boots only touched the ground for a second before he propelled himself forward like a fired arrow.

He was clearly not an ordinary human.

But at this moment, this towering figure was showing signs of panic and disarray, as though terrified of something chasing after him. A deeper shadow flashed past in the alley wall’s shadows behind him, reflecting the pursuit like a shadow.

Finally, at a corner, the shadow caught up with the burly man.

His world turned black and, in an instant, he lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was a fierce wing, covered in scales and flickering like burning flames. The next second, a hand lunged out from amongst the flaming feathers and grabbed onto the man’s shoulders as he fell.

Feng Liusi just knocked him out, using a rare gentle method. He reached out and lifted the man’s cloak to reveal a face full of meat, somewhat savage.

The burly man was blind in one eye, with a black band tied around it, giving off a rugged, wild brute, like a bear in the woods.

The Wind Elephant Sect, Fourth Senior Brother, Moses.

At the same time, elsewhere, on the Ring River Road.

A slender figure was also wearing a black robe, unmistakably female, and a member of the Blood Spirit Association cornered on the riverbank.

The even moonlight fell overhead, making the surface of the river shimmer with a silvery glow. Several ships were moored on the slowly flowing wide river, and the dense buildings on the opposite bank emitted faint lights, compressed into a line between the sky and the water surface.

“Who exactly are you guys? Why are you targeting us, the Blood Spirit Association? Aren’t you afraid that when the Blood Spirit’s seniors return, Chairman Lian will kill you all?”

A hoarse female voice emanated from the shadows under the black cloak. It may sound like a threat, but there was a sense of vulnerability underneath.

Opposite the figure in the black cloak, from behind the shadow of a large tree by the riverbank, a blonde silhouette in a black trench coat walked out.

The halo of a nearby streetlight cast a dim yellow glow, making the silhouette’s golden hair shine more brilliantly, adorning the delicate face with a layer of radiance.

“Which force do you belong to?” The man in the trench coat gradually walked over, a look of reminiscence on his face, “Do you remember the Wind Elephant Gate? The sect to which this body you’ve occupied belongs. Ten years ago, it was completely destroyed by the Blood Spirit Association…”

The tone in the air grew heavier, laced with a thick killing intent. It was like a bright candle burning in the darkness of the night.

Subconsciously, the figure in the black cloak stepped back. Casio, who was approaching, continued to respond to the latter part of the cloaked person’s previous statement: “The seniors of the Blood Spirit Association? Chairman Lian? Well, it so happens that I killed them all…”

“You!”

The person in the black cloak groaned in pain. For an unknown reason, a palm as white as jade had rested on its shoulder.

The explosive life field of the Demon Idol enveloped its entire body, reaching every nook and cranny.

The dead blood’s life field was instantly crushed and shattered, offering no resistance. It transformed into traces of life energy known as vibration energy.

This energy entered Casio and then returned to the body of the person in the black cloak, beginning to nourish the human life field that was so frail and worn it was on the verge of collapsing. As dead blood possessed the human body, it would use the essence of life as its rent.

Time passed minute by minute, the hand on the shoulder was withdrawn.

The paralyzed figure in the black cloak fell down and was caught mid-air by Casio. The cloak fell from its face, revealing a pale one.

It was a good-looking face, with a scar on the left side. Short hair added a sense of crispness and competence.

Looking at the familiar face under the moonlight, Casio murmured: “Lixia… My teacher…”

The moist evening wind from the riverbank blew past, causing his trench coat to flutter. His silhouette gradually disappeared into the shadows.

September 16th, 5:30 in the afternoon, at dusk.

North Flow Country, the outskirts of Oak City, headquarters of the Wind Elephant Gate.

The place was a picture of abandonment. The iron gate had long since rusted under the assault of rain, bedecked in the red-brown color of sea algae. The enclosing wall had broken down, the buildings had collapsed, and rubble and weeds were strewn everywhere. This place had clearly been desolate for quite some years.

The Youth Training Camp, Wind Elephant Gate headquarters, up the hill behind, each level was successively climbed. There were newly opened paths with footprints visible on their mud tracks.

The back-hill, a gentle slope. Thorns had crept up, weeds were rampant. Surrounding it was a thicket of shrubs, and tall tree trunks draped in green creepers.

An open ground, grey tombstones neatly aligned. Each tombstone bore the name of its owner and their time of death.

Several elders, the Gate Master. The first senior brother, the second senior sister, the third senior brother, the fourth senior brother. And that grave in the middle.

Password=’Lixia’ was etched onto the tombstone.

Casio stood in the chilly wind, dressed in solemn black clothes. His eyes were downcast as he took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

Gently, he put it on the black coffin that had not yet been buried.

Silver, slightly worn. The cover bore a large carved image of rhubarb leaves and the dial had two blurred letters etched onto it: NZ.

Standing up again, Casio personally buried the coffin with dirt.

He then stood next to the tombstone until the sun was about to set. It was only then that he and his two partners turned around and walked resolutely down the hill.

“Goodbye… my teacher…”

Behind him, the sun was setting, its golden red afterglow illuminating the grey tombstone. A white flower, seemingly having drifted over from nowhere, gently landed on the right side of the tombstone. It was like a girl who loves fragrant flowers, tucking a white flower behind her ear.