Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1023: 634, Black Coffin_3

The bacterial count and various indicators all met the requirements.

The official looked at the convoy’s captain and said nonchalantly, "There’s nothing smuggled in the car, right? If there is, I’d suggest you confess it yourself."

As soon as the convoy captain heard this, he immediately put on a cheeky smile and pulled the official to a spot without surveillance, then handed over a roll of bills: "You have truly sharp eyes, nothing escapes you. I’ve been entrusted to bring some wild holly falcons for the big bosses."

The official did not take the bills and continued in a bland tone, "Holly falcons are raptors prohibited in the city, I can’t let you pass."

The convoy captain hurriedly took off his watch, which was a famous ’Dragon Fabric’ watch in the Federation, costing over three hundred thousand.

The official paused for a moment, then casually pocketed the watch.

Standing in the blind spot of surveillance, he waved to his subordinates through the air, indicating to let them pass.

The entry and exit quarantine barrier slowly lifted, and the metal storm on the dome disengaged its lock.

The convoy continued into the city, and the captain who had been cheeky and smiling just now, his face gradually turned grim, almost sinister.

His gaze roamed in front of the vehicle like a hunting falcon.

The captain spoke into the vehicle communication channel, "The vehicles at the back, deliver all goods according to the order to each location."

As he spoke, the vehicle he was in made a sharp turn, not heading to the Upper Three Districts but instead going to the Fifth District.

The truck drove into an underground parking garage in the Fifth District.

When no one was paying attention, the truck stopped at a location near a sewage system inspection port.

Once the vehicle came to a halt, the back door of the truck opened silently.

The inner walls of the truck were lined with a blocking film preventing radiation scanning, and two men with solemn expressions jumped down, effortlessly opening the sewage system inspection port. As soon as they opened it, they could hear the sound of the city’s vast and complex sewer system water flow.

The two looked at each other and lifted a long black wooden coffin-like box from the truck, following the inspection port stairway down into the sewer.

The box was longer than a person, extremely quiet, and its contents seemed to be anything but holly falcons.

It... seemed more like a coffin.

At the entrance of the sewage inspection port, the captain whispered, "1 minute and 23 seconds left, remember, don’t look up. Repeat, don’t look up."

The two inside the sewer whispered back, "Roger."

They placed the black box in the sewer, and one of them took out a syringe from his pocket, dripping an unknown liquid onto the box before turning back to the surface and climbing into the truck.

After closing the door properly, the vehicle quickly drove away.

The two in the driver’s cabin, the two in the cargo hold, remained calm as if nothing had happened.

However, in the sewer, dozens of gray rats were attracted by the unknown scent and began to frantically gnaw at the black box.

The rats clawed and bit, so crazed that even breaking their teeth didn’t deter them.

After several dozen minutes, the wooden box was finally gnawed through by the rats.

Exposing an old and pale hand inside the box.

The hand was merely a small part visible through the hole, and the black box resembled a coffin abandoned at the Chaotic Burial Mound, lying in this dark, unknown world.

Rotting, fermenting.

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"Let’s camp here tonight," Qing Chen suddenly said upon seeing a grove.

This was the first camping spot his master brought him to in the wild.

Qing Chen looked at Zhang Mengchan, and after the pickup truck stopped, the young boy ignored his fatigue to set up a temporary shelter for Qing Chen and Shadow and Yangyang.

Qing Chen felt a moment of disorientation, this scene seem like it occurred yesterday, while he was still in Zhang Mengchan’s role.

Shadow looked at Qing Chen: "He has a natural sixth sense, why aren’t you letting him begin training? People with such talent are rare in the Federation, noted only two of them before, both achieved the position of Demigod. Don’t waste such good talent, if you can’t teach him, I’ll find someone who can."

Just because cultivation itself is the process of individual spirit and will gradually merging with the world.

And for those previously gifted with the sixth sense, they have prematurely completed this merging, immense potential waits within to be tapped.

Cultivation for such individuals is a smooth path.

Therefore, Shadow now looked at Qing Chen deliberately ignoring Zhang Mengchan, feeling it was a pity.

However, Qing Chen shook his head at Zhang Mengchan and whispered to Shadow: "I want him to take another cultivation path, but he stubbornly insists on following mine. The kid is great in every way, except exceptionally stubborn."

Shadow nodded: "Stubborn even more than you. The more outstanding the talent, the more pure they are. What a shame, if he doesn’t change his mind, no one can help him, eventually ending up wasting an entire life."

However, just at this moment, Shadow suddenly leaned backward without any warning.

Qing Chen quickly supported his back, laying him flat on the ground beside the campfire.

No heartbeat, no breath.

These symptoms came extremely suddenly, even Shadow wasn’t able to prepare ahead.

Qing Chen’s heart was shrouded in shadow.

Shadow’s backlash became increasingly fierce, with higher frequency and longer durations. In the past, Shadow still had the time to perceive it coming, and find a place to lie down.

Now, even Shadow himself didn’t know when the next backlash would come.

Qing Chen sat by the campfire, silently waiting, unconsciously prodding at the firewood in the campfire with a stick.

Yangyang said, "Shadow brother’s field is very weak at the moment. Actually... the last period of time he wants to be with you, is now also because you’re the only one he can trust without conditions."

The wait for Shadow to awaken was extraordinarily long, each passing minute feeling like a whole day to Qing Chen.

Until half an hour later, thump, a heartbeat resumed.

Shadow slowly sat upright, smiling, "Don’t worry, I’m fine."

But Qing Chen could not smile.

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