# 492
Chapter 492 – Chop It Down
“North suburbs… so it really is the north suburbs.” Lin Qiye muttered to himself when he saw the information.
“You knew?” Cao Yuan asked.
Lin Qiye nodded. “Jialan and I went to the Geological Bureau and pulled up data on the three quakes. From the epicenters, they’re roughly to the north…”
Baili Pangpang clicked his tongue. “Looks like we’ve found their nest.”
Then, as if something had just occurred to him, Baili Pangzhu said, “Since Brother Drag tipped us off, does that mean…”
Lin Qiye’s lips curved slightly. He gave Baili Pangpang a meaningful look. “It means he isn’t bound by Yiyu’s soul contract. Fatty, your Reversal Jade really saved the day.”
“Hehehe.” Baili Pangpang grinned. “I knew Drag wouldn’t go down that easy! Now we’ve got the Sword Saint backing us from outside and Brother Drag undercover inside—how could we possibly lose?”
“Don’t get cocky.” Lin Qiye shook his head. “Even if we’re sure to win, we still move carefully. Shen Qingzhu is alone among the enemy; one slip and we could get him killed.”
Cao Yuan nodded in agreement.
“Let’s go back and plan properly—decide first, act second.”
…
Safe house.
“Shen Qingzhu…” An Qingyu pondered. “The guy in the white-fox mask who killed Baili Xin at百里 Corporation last time?”
“From what we have, we’re basically certain he’s undercover inside the Believers,” Lin Qiye said. “But we still don’t know what the ‘Nether God Altar’ mentioned in the note is.”
“Sounds dangerous just from the name,” Baili Pangpang couldn’t help saying.
Zhou Ping, frowning, seemed lost in thought, his gaze turning grave.
“Sword Saint?” Lin Qiye noticed. “Do you know something?”
Zhou Ping was silent a moment, then shook his head.
“Nothing… You just said—where is this altar?”
“North suburbs, abandoned estate at 42 Dong’an Street.”
“Got it.”
Zhou Ping stood and walked out.
Everyone froze.
“Sword Saint, where are you going?” Lin Qiye asked, puzzled.
Zhou Ping hoisted his sword case, pushed open the door, and said calmly:
“To chop down that altar.”
Whoosh—!
A sharp sword-intent flashed; the black-shirted figure vanished.
The group stared at the empty doorway, dumbstruck.
“Why do I feel… the Sword Saint is in a hurry?” Baili Pangpang muttered.
“It’s not just a feeling,” An Qingyu said, staring at the open door. “He really is.”
“So do we go help, or wait here for the good news?”
“We help.” Lin Qiye’s tone was serious. “The Sword Saint doesn’t know Shen Qingzhu. If he accidentally cuts him down, we’re screwed.”
At that, Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan both leapt from their chairs.
“Holy crap!!”
Just as they were about to rush out, a girl in a white dress floated through the wall, hovering mid-air.
“Zzz… Are you going after the Believers?”
Her voice came from the MP3 on the table.
“Yes,” Lin Qiye nodded.
Jiang Er looked at him, hesitant, as if wanting to speak.
“You want to come?” Jialan saw through her.
Jiang Er gave a slight nod. “I know my body’s a burden, but… I can do many things and won’t cause trouble.”
She drifted ethereally, lips pressed together, and bowed deeply to Lin Qiye and the others.
“They killed my comrades. I… want revenge.”
Her voice was full of pleading.
Silence fell.
Lin Qiye studied her for a long moment, then nodded. “All right, you come with us. Fatty, carry the coffin.”
The ghost Jiang Er could only move within one kilometer of her body; to bring her to the battlefield, the coffin had to come.
Before Baili Pangpang could answer, An Qingyu said calmly:
“Ordinary people can’t carry that coffin.”
He lifted a finger; invisible threads lashed the black coffin on the lab bench and yanked it in front of him.
When it had sat in the lab they hadn’t noticed, but the instant it entered the living room the temperature plummeted.
Cold seeped from within.
“I made this ice-coffin with my ability. Inside it’s minus sixty-nine degrees. Even with special panels, chill leaks out. Carrying it too long will injure you.”
An Qingyu patted the lid; threads wound and fastened the coffin to his back. Pushing his glasses, he said:
“My body’s modified—I won’t freeze. I’ll carry it.”
Lin Qiye nodded and said nothing more.
“Qiye, can we get there by car in time? With the Sword Saint’s speed, the Believers could be wiped out while we’re stuck at a red light,” Baili Pangpang fretted. “We can’t show up just to collect Drag’s corpse!”
“We’re not taking a car.” Lin Qiye shook his head.
“No car?” Baili Pangpang blinked. “Then how?”
He walked into the yard and pressed the air. A brilliant summoning array flared.
When the light faded, a tall red-haired beauty in dark-green caretaker uniform stood there, bowing to Lin Qiye.
Caretaker No. 004, Flame-Vein Earth Dragon—Hongyan.
“We ride a dragon.”
…
Estate.
Shen Qingzhu put the groceries into the fridge and turned to leave the kitchen. As he rounded the corner, a figure came toward him.
“Little Shen…” Ninth Seat’s face was still pale, but much better than before.
Shen Qingzhu’s pupils flickered imperceptibly.
“Senior Ninth Seat, are you recovering well?”
Ninth Seat waved a hand. “Much better after sleep. Guess I overdid it—couldn’t even stand without blacking out. Thanks for shopping with that Seventh Seat woman… She’s a pain, right?”
Relieved the man hadn’t noticed his tampering, Shen Qingzhu relaxed.
“It was fine, today’s list was short, so—”
Claaang—!!
Before he finished, a clear sword-cry rang from above the clouds!