"Fuck, that monster."

Chapter 58

The cave was dead silent, and the air smelled of burnt flesh.

The scarlet phalanx in the center had been destroyed by the searing flames, leaving only a tattered and blurred pattern.

Shi An glanced around the room, his eyes skimming indifferently over the charred and blackened corpses sprawled across the ground, and sighed regretfully.

...... It is only a pity that his former cave, stained with all this filthy blood.

The afterglow of the flames had dissipated, and the temperature inside the cave began to cool.

Shi An puts her hand to her mouth and huffs hot air, then pulls pink bunny gloves from her pocket and puts them on.

According to the information provided by that human just now, his own treasure should be over there in the auction house, and he had also told Shi An all the settings and arrangements of the Administration in the auction house, now it was as easy as a snap to get his treasure back.

Shi An stood still for a moment, thinking.

What about getting out of the mountains that way?

One is the way it came, from the tunnel straight through the southern canyon where the exchange was held.

There was also the path he'd taken the last time he'd been in the Avon district, through the ruins of the Abyssal Rift and into the Avon snowfields beyond.

In terms of temperature, the first one is definitely better.

It was already ridiculously cold the last time I was in Avon, and now that it's been closed for over three months, Shi An can't imagine just how cold it is out there this time around.

But ......

If the previous mercenary's words are correct, they have sent men to seal off the entire canyon, and there are twenty times as many men lined up outside as inside the cave, and there are other academy students who might recognize him, so it would be embarrassing to be seen if a conflict arises ......

And transportation is a problem.

Shi An very reluctantly looked in the direction of the second path.

Sure enough ...... still have to go through the cold all over again.

He stepped over the bodies on the ground, climbed over the rubble with difficulty, and followed the route he remembered, heading out of the cave.

Soon, Shi An stood on top of the tundra of the Avon Snowfield.

The sky here is even more gloomy than the southern canyon, white snow drifting down the sky, all sides are gray and white, can not see the edge, the air seems to be frozen, as if forgotten by the whole world in general, quiet and terrible.

Shi An was screaming inside.

He shivered and shrunk back into his cotton shirt, somewhat regretting that he had just struck too hard - how could he have burned the cotton shirt on the mercenary along with it?

Shi An's nose was red from the cold, and the warm white breath she exhaled seemed to be frosted over.

He took two steps deep within the snow with one foot in front of the other, and then he closed his eyes as a sliver of magic was pulled from his body and woven into a large web that probed in every direction, sending out a silent call.

Finally, a huge familiar silhouette appeared in the white sky not far away.

The tall form of the skeletal horse grew clear, its heavy hooves slamming into the ground and splattering snow foam as ghostly blue flames burned within its dark sockets and looked in Shi An's direction.

Good. In that case, transportation is available.

Shi An probes and breaks a rib from the skeletal horse's body.

Good, and the torches are there.

Skeleton Horse: "......"

Magic Worm: "......"

Black Smoke: "......"

You really are the devil, aren't you?

Shi An lights a torch and climbs onto the back of the skeletal horse, patting its head with her hand, "Just get me out of the mountain."

The Skeleton Horse let out a neigh, and violently crouched down low, its speed steeply accelerated, if not for Shi An holding the Skeleton Horse's neck in time, otherwise it might have been directly blown down by the swift cold wind.

Shi An stabilized herself and patted the skeletal horse beneath her with great relief:

"Wow, I didn't realize you took my orders so seriously, so good, so good."

Magic Worm: "......"

In fact, it really wants to send you away as a bogeyman, right?

Skeleton horses are very suitable for running in the snow, they are not afraid of the cold, they do not get tired, and they do not fear the high slopes of gravel, they are simply the most efficient transportation.

The scenery beside him flew backward, and the cold wind whistled, interspersed with snowflakes, as if they were cold and sharp blades.

If it wasn't dragon flame burning on Shi An's torch, I'm afraid it would have been extinguished long ago.

Suddenly, the skeletal horse's pace slowed abruptly.

It smashed its front hooves against the ground somewhat uneasily, snorting and looking as if it was very agitated.

With a start, Shi An lifted her head from her huddled state and looked off into the distance.

Eh? Human scent?

*

A group of twenty or so mercenaries entered from between the canyons.

"Why are we suddenly being called for backup from above? Or from this hellhole? Is there something wrong in the cave?"

"I'm not sure, I can't get in touch anyway."

The man was taken aback, "But the people we set up outside ......"

"It's Mu Hang."

Another mercenary interjected abruptly, gritting his teeth, he said, "I don't know what happened, the news seems to have leaked out, this guy broke out directly from the front of the southern canyon and wiped out most of our main force."

"And, according to the intel given by our brethren over at the auction house, Mu Hang seems to be injured ...... fucking still fatally."

He spat and cursed viciously:

"Fuck, that monster."

The rest of the few people were shocked and somewhat incredulous, "What?"

A frontal breakout in such a situation, even getting the upper hand and wiping out most of their main force?

-How is this possible?

The mercenary cracked a mouthful of yellow teeth and smiled, "But this is great timing for us."

"Take him while he's sick, understand?"

He wiped the tip of his nose and continued, "Administration's support over there has already been stalled by us, and now it's like Mu Hang is going deep into the enemy camp alone with his wounds, and there's no better opportunity than now to get rid of him for good....... Southern Canyon side The top has also sent reinforcements, while we are responsible for advancing in a roundabout way from this side and attacking from both sides."

His eyes were gloomy as he slowly said, "This time, Mu Hang must die."

In the past, they wouldn't dare to clash head-on with this human's strongest ability, but this time was different.

Mu Hang was not only wounded, but had already engaged the front ranks.

This time might be their only chance.

It was at this moment that a few heavy footsteps came from the front.

A huge skeletal horse slowly emerged from the blizzard ahead.

"On guard!!!"

Mercenaries take up alert positions

They had heard that there was a very difficult undead species on the way into the mountains, and they had deliberately bypassed that section of the road in order to avoid it, but they didn't expect to encounter it anyway.

By the time the skeleton horse came closer, all the mercenaries froze.

Wait ......

Why, on the back of this undead species, is there a person sitting?

What's going on?

Just a tightly wrapped human sitting on the spine of a skeletal horse, pink bunny fluff earmuffs and scarf standing out in a blanket of wind and snow, holding up a backpack lit ribcage in his hand, most of his face hidden in the scarf, but his voice sounding young.

Only the other man said in a muffled voice:

"Hello, mugging."

Mercenary: "......"

????

Ten minutes later, Shi An was standing next to a field of charred bodies.

The snow was still falling quietly, and thick stacks of cotton clothes were piled up in little mountains around him.

Magic Worm: "......"

Worthy of being a gargoyle, he was actually so skillful at robbing homes and killing people.

Shi An found two cleaner looking cotton clothes and draped them over her body, then set the rest on fire with the Dragon Flame.

The blaze flared up in the snow, releasing warmth and heat outward, dispelling the cold.

He sniffled and looked toward the exit of the canyon not far away.

As long as he proceeded in the able direction for another ten minutes or so, he would be able to leave the snowy plains of Avon, and after going out from the snowy plains, he would be able to go to the auction house, where the long lost treasure was waiting for him in the underground warehouse of the auction house, moreover, Shi An was now aware of the Administration's setup in the auction house, and what was more, according to the information provided by those mercenaries just now, Mu Hang was not in the auction house now.

The only person capable of stopping himself had left his post, and there was no better time than now to try to reclaim the treasure.

"......"

Shi An paused and slowly twisted his head in the direction he had come from.

The wind and snow had covered the way home, and the snow was so smooth that it was impossible to see any traces of the way they had come, or to make out the sights in the distance.

The teenager's dark eyes took on a rare bit of hesitation.

*

Outside the tunnel.

Hot blood was spilled on the snow, and the heat had not yet been extinguished by the cold.

The body's eyes were open in death, grimacing, and the body was still in the offensive stance it had taken in life.

Broken limbs and flesh condensed in the white frost and snow, highlighting the extremely cruel killing method of the person who did it.

The snow fell silently from the sky, shallowly covering the wreckage all over the ground with a layer of cold, clean white snow.

The valley was dead silent.

No one is still alive.

Inside the tunnel.

Mu Hang moved forward unhurriedly, his stride still steady, but still reaching down to hold the wall as he turned a corner.

The dark cloak he wore was soaked with blood, the blood of his enemies, his own blood, mixed together and indistinguishable, all frozen by the cold temperatures of Avon's snowfields into a black and red slush that knitted together on the hard floor.

The silver hair that was originally in a high bun was spread out during the battle, and a few locks, wet with the blood from the long hair, were draped over his shoulders.

The long sword condensed by magic power in his hand was still snowy and white, and it was completely impossible to see how many throats it had kissed and how much hot blood it had drunk.

Mu Hang's brow furrowed slightly, his pale blue eyes half-squinting beneath long silver lashes.

He let go of his hand that was holding the wall and straightened his spine as he continued to walk deeper into the tunnel.

A few more steps forward and the view immediately opens up.

Mu Hang's pupils suddenly shrunk.

The tragic situation inside the cave appeared in front of his eyes, charred and blackened corpses, melted rocks, and the ground that looked like it had been scorched by fire.

Although the flames had been extinguished and disappeared, it was absolutely impossible for Mu Hang to misrecognize the traces.

The dragon ...... has already been here.

He slowly took a few steps forward.

Only on the dirty black ground were vague remnants of spells drawn in scarlet blood.

Mu Hang lowers his head, his eyes deep and dark.

Ah, it looks like the living sacrifice is complete.

No wonder he hadn't seen any students along the way.

That ......

The teenager who pandered to him and acted pathetic just to get one more ice cream ......

The man stumbled, almost falling to the ground if he hadn't been propped up with his longsword.

Has been lifting the heart is suspended by the fine silk, at the moment, the silk thread is broken, but the heart can not fall down, empty hanging in mid-air, cold and empty silence, but do not feel much pain, but it is just bewildered to fall in the real place.

Mu Hang's arm trembled slightly from the exertion, and his knuckles clenched the hilt of his sword with a cackling sound.

He tried to hold himself up, but yet the chakra drained from his body.

Mu Hang lowered his head and swept it toward his chest.

The magic that had been clogging the wound since a moment ago was now draining away, and the warm blood slowly soaked outwards, gradually soaking the clothes.

He knew exactly how heavy a hand he would lay.

Penetration, fatal wound.

Mu Hang blinked slowly, his vision slowly dimming and blurring as if the world was spinning.

Kill in this state ......

...... Surely that's still too much of a stretch.

Before the light was swallowed up by the darkness, he vaguely saw what seemed to be a blurry figure appearing not far away.

Who is it?

But it was as if the sight was covered by a foggy gray curtain, and I couldn't see through the curtain in any way.

Mu Hang felt the darkness come over him, dragging him down towards the abyss.

He lost his last ounce of Qi, and the longsword in his palm shattered into points of light and disappeared.

-- Before he was about to fall, a pair of pink plush gloved hands reached out and held him up.