Heroic Young Aunt

"He can still talk. Should we observe him for a while longer?" another, more timid voice said.

"Sure, why don't you lie here in his place," the man in the black shirt said with a hint of malice.

"No... never mind. I'm just afraid Sister Su will execute us."

"How dare she go against our Black Shirt Society! Rules are rules; no one can escape them!"

The two continued talking as they walked toward the sidewalk.

On the sidewalk, a large group of people stood, the source of the noisy commotion. Every one of them wore black shirts, looking just like a gang engaged in illicit work.

"BANG!!!"

"BANG!!!"

"BANG!!!"

Suddenly, three gunshots rang out across Cross Commercial Street!

Many members of the Black Shirt Society crouched to the ground, staring in horror toward the other end of the street at a woman in her early thirties holding a firearm.

The woman had short, jet-black hair that revealed her delicate ears. Her face, which might have otherwise been considered soft and beautiful, was etched with a heroic spirit and world-weariness born from long hardship.

She walked to the middle of the intersection and arrived beside Wu Hen, who was tied to a flatbed cart.

"Su Li, have you lost your mind!" a tall man in the society shouted angrily.

"I said it before: whoever dares to offer my little nephew to the Twilight, I will blow that person away!" the woman with the short, black-pearl hair said in an icy tone.

She held the gun in one hand, pointing it at the entire Black Shirt Society, while her other hand rested gently on Wu Hen's chest. She patted him lightly, soothing him in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Yun, don't be afraid. I promised your father that I would let you live well in this world."

"Su Li, then let me ask you, how are we supposed to survive this entire night?" the imposing, burly man from the Black Shirt Society demanded.

"That has nothing to do with me!"

"How does it have nothing to do with you? Our Black Shirt Society has provided help to you and your family. Besides, when you joined the Black Shirt Society, the rules were clear. We've been safe all this time, hasn't it been because someone made a sacrifice? Now that it's your family's turn to sacrifice, you're unwilling? Where in this world is there such a good deal?" the imposing, burly man said.

"You said that as long as one's consciousness remains, we would never do anything that goes against humanity!" Su Li said.

"We have observed him for many days. Your nephew has already lost his mind," the burly man said.

"Say something, Xiao Yun. Say something, I beg you, say something. Tell them you haven't lost your mind, tell them you haven't!" Su Li gently shook Wu Hen's body, her eyes brimming with tears.

Despite her face being full of resolve, her gaze toward him was infinitely tender. Wu Hen realized that this woman truly loved the host of this body.

"I... I am fine. I don't think I've lost my mind, I just can't remember many things," Wu Hen said.

Hearing Wu Hen speak, Su Li's eyes were filled with excitement and joy!

"He spoke, and his language is normal," a woman in the Black Shirt Society said.

"Even if someone is lost, their linguistic ability doesn't vanish, let alone when he is only on the verge of being lost. But right now, out of our entire society, he is the most suitable one to offer to the Dusk," the burly, imposing man from the Black Shirt Organization said coldly.

"The sky is getting dark," someone whispered a reminder.

"Su Li, pointing a gun at us Black Shirts is an act of betrayal. From today on, you and your friends and family will be exiled. You no longer belong to our Black Shirt Organization, and you no longer belong to this city. Take care of yourself!" the burly, imposing man said.

"Hurry, leave! The sky is about to go dark!"

"Remember to lock the doors and windows!"

"Without a sacrifice, our area will no longer be safe. A lot of people are going to die."

"This Su Li, what a son of a bitch. She's going to get us all killed for the sake of someone who's already lost!"

Soon, the members of the Black Shirt Organization gathered on the sidewalk dispersed rapidly.

They did not hide in the surrounding buildings; some entered office towers, some entered apartments, and others hid in shopping malls or underground parking lots, usually in groups of four or five.

Something terrible happens as soon as the sky goes dark?

Wu Hen felt very confused, but he found it difficult to gather any useful information.

"Let's go, we have to go. Xiao Yun, you will get better. You will definitely get better. As long as we find the Nuwa Divine Terminal, you will be fine!" Su Li immediately undid the chains on Wu Hen and helped him up from the flatbed cart.

Wu Hen brushed the dust off his body and instinctively glanced at the patch of sky framed by the long street. The clouds on the horizon were stained with an eerie glow. Even though it was merely dusk, it stirred up a intense sense of unease and terror!

Wu Hen knew nothing, but he felt that this unease and terror originated from the original owner of this body!

He had taken over the account, but the residual fear remained!

"What happens when the sky goes dark?" Wu Hen asked the young, heroic-looking woman.

"Don't ask about that right now. We need to hide." Su Li led Wu Hen and walked quickly in the other direction of the street.

The city was not as silent as Jue Town had been; instead, there were always strange sounds—the creaking of steel bars bending, the inexplicable blaring of car alarms, the sound of something falling from a great height and smashing into the ground, and the whispers and low prayers coming from inside sealed, light-proof rooms...

A sliver of sunset light spread along the city's central avenue. As the sun sank, it was as if a door of light were slowly closing. The two people running on the road were clearly not inside the door, but were being locked out.

Su Li quickened her pace; she had to reach the subway before this last glimmer of light vanished!

"Gurgle~"

Suddenly, Wu Hen heard the sound of a rumbling stomach.

The sound was actually some distance away. As he ran, Wu Hen looked up at the high-rise buildings.

On an office tower with a row of glass curtain walls, someone was crawling!

At first glance, it looked like a window washer, but the figure spread its limbs wide, sticking to the wall like a suction cup, and began to crawl slowly—very slowly—across the vertical glass curtain wall.

The afterglow of the setting sun divided both sides of the avenue into light and shadow. That "person" was currently on the building in the shadowed street, moving against the light, and it was following the scent of Wu Hen and Su Li!

"Aunt, there's something on the wall." Wu Hen instinctively used this title, reminding the original relative of this Vessel.

Su Li looked up and glanced at it. The woman had clearly been through countless trials; she displayed an admirable level of composure.

Holding the gun with her right hand and supporting it with her left, Su Li aimed directly at the "person" on the glass curtain wall and fired two shots!

"Bang! Bang!"

The shots were incredibly precise, hitting the crawling evil creature!

The surrounding glass curtain wall shattered, and shards of glass rained down from the heights!

After being hit, the crawling monster went rigid and fell, slamming heavily onto the sunlit street below...

The bullets only left two holes in its body, and the high-altitude impact didn't smash it to pieces. Instead, because it had fallen into the sunlit area, the monster's body actually began to petrify!

Starting from its limbs, a granite-like substance rapidly formed, spreading across its entire body until it was completely covered!

Before long, the monster had turned into an incredibly hard stone statue.

"This is a low-level Dusk Night Evil Spirit. Its movements are very light, and it barely makes a sound. How did you spot it?" Su Li looked at Wu Hen with some surprise.

"I heard its stomach growling," Wu Hen said.

It was true; this thing called a Dusk Night Evil Spirit really made no sound while crawling. If not for its growling stomach, Wu Hen probably wouldn't have heard its footsteps until it was very close.

"You could hear it from that far away... Could it be that you achieved Synesthesia on the edge of the Lost Zone?" Su Li said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

"Synesthesia?"

"It's a prerequisite for becoming strong. If you've achieved auditory Synesthesia, we might have a chance to walk out of this place shrouded by the sun," Su Li said.

"Huh? We can walk out of the area covered by the sun?" Wu Hen was puzzled.

"This isn't the sun we used to know; it's the Great Terror Evil Sun. In short, we can't even look directly at its radiance, or we'll turn into evil spirits!" Su Li explained quickly, then grabbed Wu Hen's right hand again, intending to run toward the shelter.

But the moment Su Li touched Wu Hen's right wrist, a spark of black lightning erupted, knocking her back.

Su Li was pale with shock, looking at Wu Hen in disbelief. After a long moment, she said, "Xiao Yun, what's wrong with your arm?? Are you infected??"

Wu Hen looked down and saw that the Death Sword-like Substance was still branded on his arm. However, here in the desolate dust, it looked more like a black streak of light radiating intense energy, exuding an endless mystery and an awe-inspiring sanctity!

Wu Hen opened his mouth, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

This thing was actually still inside his body.

It even persisted after soul-transmigrating into someone else's body!

"I don't know either. We need to hurry; I can hear more rumbling, hungry sounds coming from the shadowed sides of those buildings," Wu Hen said, pointing toward the east side of the rows of high-rises.

Su Li didn't ask any further questions. She grabbed Wu Hen's left hand and pulled him toward a subway station near a commercial complex!

The subway was sturdy enough; it was the best shelter Su Li could think of. After all, it wouldn't be long before the evil spirits would be roaming the entire city, hungrily searching for the living!

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