With This as a Candle, I Respect Your Remaining Years...

Looking at the back facing the Scarecrow.

Guo Shuai's despair had reached its peak.

"A wolf in front, a tiger behind... no, it's a monster in front and a terrifying Weiren behind..."

Guo Shuai gave a bitter smile, feeling that he was definitely going to die here today.

But...

Looking at the man in black shirt, an inexplicable sense of anticipation suddenly surged in Guo Shuai's heart.

He didn't know how strong this "Weiren" was, but if he could fight the Scarecrow to the death!

Even if he killed the Scarecrow, it would be a form of revenge for Old Yang!

"Sound!!"

Guo Shuai mustered his last bit of strength and shouted at the figure:

"Its weakness is sound! It has no vision! Don't make a sound!!"

However.

Neither the man in black shirt nor the terrifying Scarecrow paid him any mind.

In the Scarecrow's eyes burning with red light, there was only the man at this moment.

Or rather, only the little thing hanging from the man's waist.

That was its clone, and the Beacon of Curse.

In its field of vision, Jiangnan was like a giant red lighthouse walking in the dark night, so dazzling it drove it mad!

"Roar!!!"

The Scarecrow let out a non-human roar, its three withered wood arms bracing against the ground, charging forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring!

"Prey!!!"

Facing the foul wind that rushed towards him, Jiangnan's expression didn't show even a trace of fluctuation.

He stood quietly in place, watching the monster speeding towards him.

He had heard the words of the survivor just now.

If it wasn't blind, there could only be one reason.

This "souvenir" from the woods on his waist.

I think it was called the Gaze or something...

"So that's why you were staring at me?"

Jiangnan reached for the tattered small scarecrow at his waist and plucked it off.

"Since you like looking so much..."

He suddenly raised his hand and hurled the small scarecrow in his grasp fiercely at the charging monster's face!

"Then I'll make you blind."

The instant the small scarecrow left his hand.

Jiangnan's right hand had already turned into an afterimage, his thumb raised, index finger pointing forward.

Mozambique Drill.

This was an ultimate Gun Fu technique for close-quarters combat.

Two shots to the torso, one to the head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots rang out almost simultaneously!

The first and second shots struck the small scarecrow in mid-air and the monster's massive chest!

Boom!

The Beacon of Curse shattered instantly!

The third shot ignored the monster's defenses and directly blew up its straw-filled head!

"Creak!!"

The scarecrow hadn't even reached Jiangnan before it fell apart mid-air from the impact!

Countless withered yellow straws danced in the sky, like a yellow snow falling.

"Huh?"

Guo Shuai, who was lying on the ground, was dumbfounded.

It was... finished?

That terrifying BOSS, which had annihilated so many of them like slaughtering chickens! The one that had chased them with no escape...

In front of this Man, it was as brittle as paper?!

However.

The instant Guo Shuai's thought arose.

"Careful behind you!!" His pupils constricted.

He saw that in the Wheat Field behind Jiangnan, countless Wheat Stalks writhed and intertwined madly for just one second!

And then they reformed into that tall Three-Handed Scarecrow once more!

It wasn't dead! It was the embodiment of the Wheat Field!

Though the reformed Scarecrow's eyes had lost their Red Light, the humiliation fueled its rage, making it even more ferocious.

The Lantern in its hand turned into a giant Death God's Scythe, hacking down fiercely towards Jiangnan's Back of Neck!

Guo Shuai was about to shout a warning.

But he saw Jiangnan Cold Laugh, not even turning his head.

He merely slowly raised his Left Hand, index finger to his lips.

Making an elegant and forbidden gesture.

"Shh."

Hum!

An invisible wave, centered on Jiangnan, instantly swept across a radius of thirty meters!

Word Spirit · Silence.

In an instant, the world was muted.

Guo Shuai's mouth opened wide, wanting to shout, but found he couldn't utter a single sound from his throat.

He looked at Jiangnan in shock; it was clearly the other party's doing!

And at this moment, the Scarecrow behind Jiangnan was also stunned.

It furiously swung its scythe, wanting to cleave the Air, wanting to hear the Wind Sound, wanting to hear its Prey's screams.

But...

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

It began to wave its hands frantically, trying to summon the Ghost Wind.

Whoosh!

The Gale raged, making Jiangnan's shirt flutter and the wheat waves roll.

But within the Silence Domain, even a Storm was Mute!

Guo Shuai was sweating profusely, frantically gesturing.

In his eyes, although Jiangnan was a terrifying Weiren, he was willing to sacrifice his life if it meant killing this Monster!

"Dodge! Hurry and dodge! Right behind you!"

However, Jiangnan didn't even look back, nor did he move his feet.

The Scarecrow, holding its Scythe, was frozen in Mid-air.

It didn't know where to strike!

There was no feedback from the Wind Sound, no Heartbeat Sound, no Footstep Sound.

In this absolute silent domain, it had lost its Vision and was nothing but Trash!

The Scarecrow was stunned.

Why was there no sound?

Where was its wind? Where was its Hearing?

Meanwhile, Jiangnan calmly looked at the shadow on the ground.

The shadow, elongated by the Moonlight and holding a Scythe, was cast at his feet.

"Sorry."

Jiangnan let out a contemptuous laugh in his heart.

"Whether it's the wind, the Wheat Stalks, or the entire world."

"As long as it's within my domain, it's stripped of its right to Vocalization."

"Except... myself."

Jiangnan slowly raised his Right Hand, without even looking back, the Muzzle pointed directly behind him, aiming at the shadow's head.

"Bang."

Boom!

Air Bullet instantly pierced the Scarecrow Lord's head.

Plop.

The massive body fell powerlessly to the ground, turning into a pile of Rotten Grass.

Jiangnan retracted his hand, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the remains at his feet.

"Sorry, even if I can't hear, I'm not blind."

Guo Shuai was once again shocked beyond words.

Too strong...

This "Weiren" is truly too strong!

This absolute control over the battle, this composure in toying with the BOSS between his palms...

If he were the BOSS here, Yang Wei and he wouldn't last even five seconds!

Instant kill upon meeting!

However.

The battle was not over.

"Rustling..."

The entire boundless Wheat Field suddenly began to tremble violently.

The Scarecrow Lord was thoroughly enraged.

It had intelligence.

It realized that the Human In Front Of It was the most terrifying enemy it had ever seen!

His abilities were too bizarre!

But this was its territory!

It was its world!

It would absolutely not allow others to defile it!

Since it couldn't hear, it would crush you with numbers!

Since it couldn't see, it would capture you!

Rumble!

One by one, wheat stalks shot up from the ground. One, two, ten, a hundred...

Densely packed scarecrows, wielding scythes, emerged from all directions, completely blocking the path to the woods.

As soon as anyone touched a single scarecrow, it would trigger [Gaze], allowing it to regain its field of vision!

Guo Shuai felt the red dots from [Danger Sense] in his mind instantly spike off the charts, his body trembling uncontrollably.

So... this was its true strength.

From beginning to end, the opponent had been playing with them.

"Heh... Hahaha..."

Guo Shuai burst into a broken laugh. Though no sound came out, tears and snot smeared his face.

"Old Yang... so all our efforts were just a joke!"

"A joke!!"

He roared at the sky, his heart filled with hatred for this world.

Why give them hope?

Why let them see a glimmer of light only to push them into the abyss?

Faced with this desperate, inescapable situation, Guo Shuai finally broke.

He crawled on his knees to Jiangnan, making stiff and chaotic gestures, pointing to his own neck.

"Kill me... please... give me a quick end..."

"I don't want to become one of those monsters... I don't want to become a scarecrow..."

However.

Jiangnan completely ignored him.

Firstly, he couldn't understand the messy sign language. Secondly...

He was annoyed.

Jiangnan crossed his arms, looking at the overwhelming scarecrow legion surrounding them, his brow furrowed.

"What a troublesome monster."

"No wonder they couldn't get in during the day. It turns out the scarecrows didn't become spirits..."

"It's this wheat field that became a spirit."

As long as the wheat field remains, this monster is immortal and can endlessly reassemble.

Bullet attacks are ineffective.

Silencing only delays the inevitable.

"Since that's the case..."

Jiangnan sighed and glanced at the System Panel.

He had originally wanted to show off his skills, but the opponent was playing dirty and insisted on a battle of resources.

In that case, don't blame me for not playing by the rules.

[Ding! The time has reached midnight 00:00.]

[Daily settlement complete.]

[Word Quota has been refreshed: +1 (Current balance: 6338)]

[Current Location: Death Wheat Field]

[Check-in successful!]

[Congratulations to Host, you have obtained Word Spirit · Cataclysmic Flame of Time's Ashes (S-class)!]

Looking at the introduction of the newly acquired Word Spirit, a smile raised the corner of Jiangnan's mouth.

[Word Spirit · Cataclysmic Flame of Time's Ashes (S)]

Effect: Ignites the target's time itself, transforming it into a crimson-black cataclysmic flame that entwines the target until its time withers or burns out completely.

Characteristics: Only effective against a single target, ignores physical/magical defense, cannot be dodged, immortal and indestructible.

Consume: 12 words.

Activation Method: ...

"Ignite time..."

Jiangnan chuckled.

This skill was practically tailor-made for the "immortal" wheat field in front of him.

Although 12 words was expensive.

But how could he skimp on such an S-class moment of showing off?

Jiangnan slowly took a step forward, ignoring the restless Scarecrow Army surrounding him.

He extended the index finger of his right hand and brought it to his lips, biting down hard.

Hiss.

It hurt a little.

A drop of bright red blood seeped from his fingertip.

Jiangnan's expression grew solemn.

He extended his bloodied finger and gently touched the closest wheat ear.

That was part of this wheat field, and also the monster's true form.

Or rather, every monster was its true form.

At this moment, the wind stopped.

All the scarecrows seemed to sense something, instinctively ceasing their movements and trembling.

Jiangnan looked at the wheat ear, his voice low.

"With this as the candle."

"To honor the rest of your life."

"Burn... to ashes!"

BOOM!!!

The instant his voice fell.

That drop of blood did not fall, but instantly transformed into a crimson black fire lotus!

The flames had no temperature.

They didn't even ignite the physical wheat ear.

But the next second.

This crimson black flame, like a plague, no, like a fast-forward button for time!

Centering on Jiangnan's finger, a crimson black sea of fire instantly erupted!

WHOOSH!

The sea of fire, like ink, instantly engulfed a hundred-mile radius!

This was no ordinary fire.

This is the Time Poison!

"ROAR!!!"

"CREAK!!!"

Countless scarecrows let out extremely tragic screams!

But strangely, the flames passed through Guo Shuai's body, passed through Jiangnan's clothes, without harming them in the slightest bit.

It only burned one thing: the "lifespan" of this wheat field!

Under Guo Shuai's gaze, so shocked he lost the ability to think.

Those originally golden wheat, in the crimson black flames!

Withered and blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally turned into sky full of flying ash!

What a spectacular scene that was!

The entire heaven and earth turned into a crimson black purgatory!

Those scarecrow armies, which were arrogant just moments ago, struggled madly in the flames, but their bodies rapidly aged and disintegrated.

One second, a thousand years!

This death wheat field, which had survived for who knows how many years, was being, by that man, with a drop of blood, a handful of fire.

Forced to burn dry its remaining lifespan!