I'll Just Call You Xiao Yi

He raised his hand and fired.

The firearm, manifested from Black Miracle matter, erupted with astonishing power. Wu Hen felt as if he were gripping a bolt of concentrated lightning; the bullet it unleashed trailed exaggerated electromagnetic sparks through the air!

"BANG!!"

It didn't sound like a pistol shot; it was more like an armor-piercing shell detonating against the Midnight Mass.

That incredibly robust Midnight Mass was shattered instantly by the bullet, its body torn to pieces, with mangled limbs scattering to both sides of the train tracks!

Su Li crouched down, covering her ears. She stared at the scene in disbelief, even forgetting to stand up...

The unkillable Midnight Mass had actually been blown to bits by Wu Hen!!

"Auntie, move!" Wu Hen said.

Only then did Su Li scramble to her feet in a panic and run toward the safe carriage.

"Keep moving forward, I'm right behind you," Wu Hen said.

Without the Origin Mech Pistol, Su Li was essentially just a defenseless woman. Throughout her long survival in the desolate dust, she had cultivated a strong, independent, and cold exterior, having almost forgotten the feeling of being protected by someone else.

"BANG!!!"

The bullet whistled, imbued with lightning-like power, cutting through the pitch-black eclipse of the world.

Wu Hen had practiced shooting since he was young, and his marksmanship was excellent.

Moreover, Wu Hen could clearly feel that the Black Miracle firearm in his hand was a living thing. It hardly even required him to aim deliberately; it could lock onto the high-speed Midnight Mass all on its own!

"BANG!!!!"

"BANG!!!!!"

Each shot erupted with brilliant firepower. For a moment, the fear vanished, and Wu Hen's mindset grew increasingly steady as he led Su Li forward a long distance.

Only ten meters left.

Within these ten meters, the Midnight Mass were gathered along both sides of the tracks in astonishing numbers.

If they were to leap up and attack all at once, even the immense power of the bullets would be of no use.

Fortunately, there was no fear in Wu Hen's heart. In fact, a strange thought flashed through his mind.

How to describe this thought? It was as if something were guiding him on how to use the power in his right hand.

"There are too many of them!" Su Li's face remained pale. She wanted to continue firing, but she was completely out of ammunition.

"We're going to be fine," Wu Hen said with absolute certainty.

Suddenly, Wu Hen made a move that made Su Li gasp in surprise.

He raised his right arm and actually tossed the Black Miracle pistol into the air!

In Su Li's eyes, this was undoubtedly an act of giving up, yet Wu Hen inexplicably revealed a smile.

The Black Miracle firearm, tossed into the air, hovered like a black bird. Even more absurdly, it began firing continuously at the surrounding Midnight Mass at an incredibly high frequency!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With autonomous aiming and autonomous firing, the bullets flew wildly in all directions, yet every single one struck the approaching Midnight Mass!

A group of Midnight Mass had originally gathered around the two of them, but they watched as one ugly shell after another exploded, with severed limbs and claws flying everywhere!

"Auntie, let's go."

Wu Hen grabbed Su Li's hand and ran forward.

The Midnight Mass seemed to be creatures without fear; even after losing so many companions, they continued to charge one after another.

In the short distance of ten meters, another twenty or thirty Midnight Mass attacked.

Above Wu Hen, that black bird-like firearm hovered and followed.

As it flew along, it rotated to aim, erupting with lightning sparks shot after shot, clearing all obstacles around Wu Hen!

This eerie yet heroic scene made Su Li's brain stop functioning.

Like a naive girl who had never seen the world, she glanced at the incredible, surreal firearm, then back at the confident, spirited young man, Wu Hen.

For a long time, Su Li had been surviving under this Evil Soil, being tortured, chased, and trampled. She had no idea how much emotion she had suppressed within her, but at this moment, seeing the arrogant evil spirits being slaughtered, it was hard not to feel a surge of cathartic pleasure, along with an indescribable rush of excitement as she looked at that face!

"Auntie, we're here!" Wu Hen said to Su Li.

Pulling the door open, Wu Hen brought Su Li into the carriage, which was already filled with fluorescent light.

The two of them worked together to shut the door, completely blocking out the evil aura and the stench of the Midnight Mass.

Su Li and Wu Hen finally slumped against the door, exhausted.

The two of them, having escaped death, shocked everyone in the carriage. They stared at Su Li and Wu Hen in disbelief.

"An Awakened, he is already a qualified Awakened!" Scar-faced Uncle said excitedly.

"The Black Shirt Organization, those sons of bitches, they almost sacrificed our Awakened to the Evil Sun!" Auntie Huang said.

"We have an Awakened in our team now!" The woman named Shan Hu also said, filled with excitement.

Su Li had been acting as a semi-Awakened within the group, possessing a certain level of combat capability, which was the only reason these people had managed to survive this long.

Now, with the addition of an Awakened with even more formidable combat power, their chances of survival had increased significantly. Perhaps there was actually hope of reaching the Nuwa Divine Tree!

In an instant, the way everyone in the group looked at Wu Hen changed!

A glimmer of Heavenly Radiance once again graced the dim world.

Slowly, the daylight returned. A white sun hung obliquely on the horizon, and all things on earth were bathed in brilliance once more.

There were still some Midnight Mass hanging onto the train, unwilling to let their living prey escape so easily.

But as the scorching rays of the white sun spilled down, lime rapidly grew over their bodies. Their joints stiffened, their shells were encased in thick layers, and eventually, they turned into one tomb sculpture after another!

"Hoo~"

"Hoo~~"

Wu Hen and Su Li sat together to rest, finally catching their breath.

The two sat very close, their sweaty scents mingling together.

Su Li couldn't help but steal a glance at this young man. The young man grinned with a proud yet honest smile—a smile exactly like the one she knew so well.

Wu Hen noticed the warmth and confusion in Su Li's eyes and couldn't help but tease, "You don't have to solve everything by yourself. It's better when two people work together."

Su Li understood the implication behind his words perfectly and rolled her eyes at the young man.

To avoid getting tangled up in such an embarrassing topic in front of everyone, Su Li stood up and turned to the others to give instructions.

"The sun is out again. You all need to check every part of the train. You must push the Midnight Mass that have turned into stone sculptures off the train. Otherwise, when night falls, we will still be in danger."

"No problem. You, take this." Scar-faced Uncle tossed an axe in front of Yang Qin and the boy, intending to take them out to patrol.

"I... I'm not going out..." Yang Qin had been so terrified that she had soaked her clothes through several times, and a foul odor emanated from her.

Scar-faced Uncle looked at Su Li.

Su Li gave him a cold look.

Scar-faced Uncle understood immediately. He grabbed Yang Qin and dragged her toward the train door. Regardless of how she struggled, he acted as if he were ready to toss her right out of the carriage.

"We have no obligation to protect useless people," Scar-faced Uncle said.

"I'll go! I'll go, okay!"

"Yo, you've even started swearing." Scar-faced Uncle's temper wasn't as mild as he looked.

"That's not what I meant. I mean, I'm willing to go outside and patrol!" Yang Qin hurriedly stated her position.

"That's more like it. Be quick about it; it'll be dark soon, and you don't want to be eaten by a Midnight Mass again, do you?" Scar-faced Uncle said.

Scar-faced Uncle took Yang Qin and the little boy away from the carriage. Outside, the sunlight was abundant, but in other carriages, there were clearly still Midnight Mass frozen in the light, standing like statues, just like devil soldiers.

"Be sure to check under the train," Wu Hen reminded them.

Scar-faced Uncle didn't look back, merely raising his axe to show he had noted it.

While resting, Wu Hen was also observing the Black Miracle firearm that could act on its own.

The Black Miracle firearm had already automatically returned to his right arm, transforming back into black light matter that seeped into his flesh and blood, concealing itself.

However, a clear sense of connection had emerged in the depths of Wu Hen's soul. With just a single thought, this thing would appear on his right hand just as it had before, clearing away all obstacles for him!

Could it be that the Meiqing Muxiu navel stamen helped me capture it from the sky, and then it formed a symbiosis with my soul?

Its own form is erratic; does it become whatever it eats?

But, transformation aside, to unleash its power, it has to rely on Yuan You for energy?

Reasonable, very reasonable!

Wu Hen had already sorted out the characteristics of his Foster Father in an extreme amount of time!

I have to say, Foster Father is still Foster Father after all!

Too awesome!!

Next time I encounter stormy weather, I'll throw Foster Father high into the sky and let it absorb the Death Sword lightning, just like it did back then to annihilate the otherworldly beings!

"Hey, hey? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

The Black Miracle matter at Wu Hen's right arm pulsed with the rhythm of breathing, reflecting the dark patterns visible to Wu Hen, as if his own blood vessels were radiating divine luster!

"How about... you show yourself to me again."

The dark patterns on his arm dimmed.

"Oh, it's fine if you don't want to."

Quite arrogant, aren't you?

"How about this, I have to give you a name... otherwise, if I encounter danger and need you, it'll be troublesome if you're asleep."

"How about I call you Little Black?"

"Hiss!" Wu Hen suddenly felt a burning pain in his arm, so sharp that he winced.

If you don't like it, just say so.

Why bite me!

"How about calling you Little Swordy?" Wu Hen tentatively asked again.

The moment he felt discomfort in his arm, Wu Hen immediately changed his tune: "No, no, no, I know that sounds bad."

"Then how about Little Yi?"

"The Yi from 'righteousness that reaches the clouds'..."

"The Yi from 'righteousness higher than the heavens'?"

"This Yi also symbolizes the unbreakable, life-and-death soul bond we will share from here on out!"

Wu Hen stared at his arm.

The burning sensation was gone.

However, no pattern light seeped out either.

It was probably a tacit agreement!

"Then I'll call you Little Yi."

Wu Hen nodded, satisfied. Their first formal communication had resulted in a friendly consensus.

However, upon closer reflection, Wu Hen suddenly realized: the Yi in Little Yi was the same Yi as in Foster Father.

Damn it!

There's no getting around this hurdle, is there!

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