Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 926 - 576 Insect People

Chapter 926: Chapter 576 Insect People

Under the setting sun, in the Great Desert filled with lone smoke, a broad road built from condensed stones stretches straight ahead until the end of one’s sight.

The orange-red afterglow permeates the endless desolation, and the warm breeze before sunset brushes across the yellow sands, bringing rolling heat waves that cover the fading sounds of killing on the ground.

Countless strange vultures flap their wings and spiral in the sky, constantly emitting excited and piercing cries, swarming like locusts against the setting sun.

Listening to the increasingly closer screams outside the carriage, the young man in brocade robes sitting tranquilly on a cushion sips tea and slowly opens his eyes.

"Sizzle..."

With a gentle motion, he pulls back the carriage curtain, and the outside scenery suddenly fills his view.

A massive train of cargo carts arranged end to end some dozen yards away forms a makeshift city wall meant to fend off external enemies.

But now it has been breached.

Because of the Insect Tide, feared by every caravan in the Great Desert.

Huge arthropods incessantly swarm in through the gaps above the carts and the breaches, their mouthparts constantly emitting a teeth-gritting squeak.

The surviving guards of the Mu Clan Commerce Guild, who were among the best, make a futile last stand using their Spiritual Blades in hand, but there are too many insects.

Kill one, and two crawl in, seemingly endless.

Finally, at one moment.

As the leading guard’s body is pierced through by a green beetle’s blade-like leg, the last line of defense they had formed collapses.

The fresh flesh stirs the nerves of these arthropods, and the blood flowing from the bodies gathers in the gutters forming a web-like stream, flowing towards the sandy sides.

Mu Xingyi silently watches the scene before him, his smile on the lips seemingly timeless.

Will he die?

He likely will.

Waiting for death to arrive, Mu Xingyi’s thoughts in his mind remain as calm as ever.

Under the current circumstances, unless he encounters a Grandmaster like Brother Zhou who could lend a hand...

Oh no,

Even if they intervened now, it would already be too late.

Mu Xingyi’s gaze sweeps over the completely shattered cargo train.

With his caravan collapsed and the goods mostly lost, as the prime person responsible, he would probably be executed upon returning to the clan.

Just thinking,

"Thump thump thump!!"

A series of urgent knocks interrupt Mu Xingyi’s calm thoughts, his gaze instinctively wandering.

But this time, the person outside doesn’t wait for his permission and anxiously pushes open the carriage door.

This middle-aged, blood-drenched fat man, holding a blade already curled from use and covered almost entirely by green and red viscous fluid.

Uncle Di, the only confidant his mother left him.

Mu Xingyi looks at Uncle Di’s normally amiable face now serious, and gently asks:

"Uncle Di, what’s wrong?"

Di Tong looks at the Young Master’s still-composed demeanor, stays quiet for a moment, and then speaks sternly:

"Young Master, you must leave quickly."

"Leave?"

Mu Xingyi mutters, smelling the intense blood outside the carts and savoring the exquisite tea gifted by Brother Zhou, shakes his head unhurriedly and utters three words:

"It’s useless."

"I must offend then."

Di Tong seems unsurprised by this response, his chubby hand unconsciously tightening on the handle of his blade, he steps forward and briskly says:

"I will cover your retreat, with over twenty iron guards fighting to the death, Young Master, you can break through this Insect Tide!"

While speaking, he directly reaches out to grab Mu Xingyi’s collar, lifting him from the cushion like catching a small chicken, preparing to turn and exit the carriage.

Facing such disrespectful behavior, Mu Xingyi does not resist, but after a moment of silence, he still speaks softly to this uncle who watched him grow up:

"Uncle Di, you seem to misunderstand.

"I’m not saying we can’t break out of this Insect Tide, but rather that the person in the clan who wants me dead is my own father."

"..."

Di Tong’s bulky figure suddenly freezes, his plump face involuntarily trembles, and his narrow eyes reveal an indescribable despair of helplessness.

Seeing this, Mu Xingyi’s smile remains, extending a hand to pat the trembling back of his uncle:

"With this last bit of time, why don’t you keep me company for a chat, Uncle Di..."

"....." Di Tong.

As the cries of killing continue outside, the two inside the carriage resume their seats.

Di Tong’s broad blade draws a line of light and directly pierces into the carriage’s floorboard, the emerald blood instantly contaminates the expensive carriage mat.

But now, that’s the least of worries.

Mu Xingyi straightens the wrinkles on his robe, pours a cup of tea for Di Tong while caressing his sleeve, and lightly says:

"The flavor of this tea gifted by Brother Zhou is quite good, rich in spiritual energy, astringent without bitterness, sweet without greasiness, probably some kind of tribute tea."

Di Tong stares at the pale green tea in the cup, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Young Master, knowing that the Family Head... wants to kill you, why did you refuse Mr. Zhou’s kindness that day when leaving the city? If you had their protection..."

"Uncle Di."

Mu Xingyi smiles and shakes his head: "Brother Zhou is of extraordinary status, coming to the Western Desert surely he has important matters, it’s merely a fleeting encounter, troubling him too long would be somewhat improper."

Continuing, Mu Xingyi pauses for a moment, lightly exhales:

"Moreover, even if I accepted this favor, Brother Zhou could protect me for a moment, but could he protect me for a lifetime?"

Clenching his robe, Di Tong word by word:

"At least you could escape..."

"My father is not a fool."

Mu Xingyi pours himself another cup, smilingly says: "His intent to kill me during this trip must have been premeditated for a long time."