I studied beheading in a mental institution

Tire rolls were flying with crushed snow, and on the barren snowfield, an off-road vehicle galloped at full speed like a roaring beast.

An Qingyu held the steering wheel with both hands, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, her messy black hair was scattered on her white coat, her eyes were fixed on the end of the horizon, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

In just a few days, An Qingyu had already used his avatar to be reborn for the second time. In addition to the previous few times, An Qingyu had prepared the avatar reserves underground for nearly two years in Cangnan City, which had almost been used up.

Even if the dissection obtained the power of Shiqi Guitong to create avatars, An Qingyu is not "mysterious" after all. For him, creating avatars is still an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming process. Doppelgänger will also take at least four months.

After becoming a night watchman, An Qingyu has been running around the world with Lin Qiye, and there is not enough time to settle down to make a clone. After this rebirth, only the last one is still lying in the ice coffin, as his The last hole card.

But now An Qingyu is not worried about these.

He glanced at the map, picked up a walkie-talkie from the co-pilot, and pressed the button:

"I'm Anqingyu, please answer."

He didn't tune the frequency, and he didn't even turn on the volume. He knew very well that even if he didn't adjust the signal to any channel, as long as he held the walkie-talkie, Jiang Er could catch his signal source.

Soon, Jiang Er's voice came from the walkie-talkie:

"receive."

"How is the situation at the sacred monument?"

An Qingyu's voice fell, and the other end of the walkie-talkie fell silent.

"Jiang Er?"

"...Qing Yu, we are bringing recruits now, and we are about to arrive at the airport. Let's talk about it later."

An Qingyu frowned, a certain ominous premonition flashed in her heart, she still said, "Okay, I'll be right there."

He turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the car roared towards the direction of the airport. His foot on the gas pedal became heavier and heavier, and his expression became more and more anxious.

Before long, he arrived near the airport.

An Qingyu quickly got out of the car, not caring about her messy and bad image, and went straight forward, and saw that in the simple parking lot, the recruits all lowered their heads and boarded the cabin silently, their eyes were a little red.

More than 600 recruits, no one spoke, like a group of machines, marching in an orderly line.

The entire airport was dead silent.

Shen Qingzhu sat alone at the gate of the airport, holding a cigarette in his bloodstained palm. The cigarette had not been lit, but the cigarette holder had been twisted by two pale fingers.

Jiang'er's coffin was placed beside him, and Jiang'er in a white dress was floating in the air. When he saw An Qingyu coming, he pursed his lips slightly, subconsciously avoided his gaze, and lowered his head.

An Qingyu looked around, but no other members of the [Night Curtain] team were seen again.

His heart sank immediately.

He walked up to Shen Qingzhu and Jiang Er:

"What happened? What happened?"

Hearing An Qingyu's voice, the sculpture-like Shen Qingzhu seemed to come back to his senses, his red eyes slowly closed, and the right hand holding the twisted cigarette trembled slightly as he handed the cigarette to his mouth, a wisp of flame ignited and ignited cigarette butts.

He took a deep breath, and said hoarsely:

"Qiye...he died in battle."

Hearing these words, An Qingyu's mind seemed to be flashed by a bolt from the blue!

He stood there blankly for a long time, as if he had lost his soul, and murmured: "Dead...how did he die?"

"In order to guard the God's Monument, he used ghosts and gods to guide him. He stopped a nine-pillar god by himself, dragged him to the human ceiling, and the Great Xia God rushed over."

"Ghosts and gods lead..."

An Qingyu chanted these three words, her body trembling slightly.

"The Black King failed to stop them? Cao Yuan, where is Cao Yuan?"

"Cao Yuan became the Black King and was suppressed by the Queen Mother of the West. Later, after Tianting returned from the battlefield, he and Qiye's body were brought back to the Tianting by the Great Xia God, and then disappeared." Jiang Er added.

"What about Fatty? Didn't he take part in the battle? Where did he go?"

"He... disappeared. He disappeared when the fight started."

An Qingyu stood silently on the spot, his fists under the cloak clenched tightly, dense blood streaked his eyes behind the lenses, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

After a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

"I see." His voice became much calmer, "Take the recruits, let's go back to Beijing first..."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Qingzhu's body shook slightly, and he and Jiang Er looked up at An Qingyu at the same time.

"Don't look at me like that, Qiye is not here, so I will command the team." There was no wave in An Qingyu's eyes, and he just looked at the two quietly, "The most urgent thing is to get these recruits safe Send it back to the headquarters, the headquarters should give us an answer about the matter on the Tianting side."

"But... this team, now there are only three people left..."

Jiang Er spoke bitterly.

"What's wrong with the three of you? Even if there is only one person left, we are still [Night Curtain], and none of the duties that should be performed by us cannot be missed."

An Qingyu carried the coffin on the ground, and said in an unquestionable tone,

"Listen to me, go back to Beijing."

Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, threw the cigarette into the snow, turned and walked towards the plane.

"Qingyu..." Jiang Er seemed to want to say something, but An Qingyu interrupted her.

"I'm fine. Go check the signal device of the plane and see if you can contact the headquarters first on the plane."

"……it is good."

Jiang Er obediently floated towards the plane.

When everyone boarded the plane, An Qingyu, who was standing there with the black coffin on his back, suddenly swayed, and slammed his fist into the snow under his feet!

Snowflakes splashed, and dense cracks spread across the ground. The veins on An Qingyu's well-proportioned arms burst out one by one, and his expression was distorted and ferocious.

"Damn..."

He clenched his teeth tightly, strands of blood oozing from between his teeth, and punched the ground one after another, venting the anger and grief in his heart.

His fist was broken and healed again and again, and when he retracted his palm, took a deep breath, and walked towards the cabin of the plane, his expression returned to his usual calm.

In this way, under the gaze of countless recruits, he passed through the cabin and came to the front of the cab.

Just as he opened the door of the driver's cab, a figure staggered and fell out from behind the door. An Qingyu quickly grabbed his wrist, and after seeing his face clearly, he was slightly taken aback.

"Fat?"

Baili Pangpang glanced out to confirm that no one else had noticed, then pulled An Qingyu into the driver's cab, and locked the door with his backhand.

"Why are you here?" An Qingyu asked in confusion.

Baili was lying fat and weak on the ground, with no trace of blood on his pale face. He gently lifted the corner of his clothes, pointed to the hideous and terrifying bloodstain on his abdomen, and smiled helplessly:

"This injury... I can't heal myself, Qingyu, it's up to you."