Chapter 789 The So-called Legacy (Part 1)
“Click!”
Zhou Hong got up and walked toward the main door, his hand on the handle. He paused for a second before opening the door, his expression unchanged, and asked faintly,
“Did Lord White Crow not tell you not to get involved in our affairs?”
“Waterbird Ferryman, I’m looking for Bishop White Phosphorus, immediately—now.”
Opposite him was a face with a faint smile, its features on both sides of the mouth strange, as if sewn together with thread, the lips smeared with an eerie black lipstick, slightly parted, exuding a bizarre sense of amusement.
Like a terrifying clown from a circus.
“Rostan, as the chief ferryman under the Red-clad Zichuan, you should understand the consequences of appearing in White Crow’s territory privately, right?”
The clown’s voice was very soft, yet it made Zhou Hong’s hair stand on end. He forced himself to calm down, his palm tightening slightly, and he thought, *Not good.*
Does he mean this strong enemy? And another ferryman at that.
What is this…
Have they sensed something?
He knew the opponent’s strength well. This was a War God infinitely close to the high ranks, and one of Zichuan’s strongest subordinates on the surface. The opponent could probably kill him without a hundred moves.
And that was even considering that Night Watchers were elites capable of fighting above their level.
“White Crow?”
Upon hearing this, Rostan let out a laugh, a soundless one that lasted for about ten seconds before stopping. His slightly greenish eyes stared at Zhou Hong like wooden beads, his voice still gentle:
“Let me emphasize again, let him appear now, or else, Lord Bainia the Ferryman will have to accompany us to visit Lord Zichuan.”
“Do you want to be enemies with White Crow?”
Zhou Hong made no move, only staring at the other party, praying internally for stronger reinforcements, preferably pinnacle powerhouses like a Night Watcher Elder.
“Enemies with White Crow?”
Upon hearing this, Rostan laughed again. The black lines on his mouth “popped!!” and snapped, finally forming a gaping mouth dripping black blood. He suddenly waved his hand, and “whoosh—” the pitch-black blood rapidly covered the entire fishing boat cabin like “Venom.”
“Setting up alchemical bombs at the sacrifice site. The dogs and their master are both disloyal. What do you intend to do with the sacrifice?”
A cold voice rang out, and the light was gradually obscured, emitting a stench.
“…”
Zhou Hong was stunned for a moment, but quickly figured out the reason. It was likely that the other party had planted an informant among his subordinates, possibly White Phosphorus.
Although he had maintained sufficient caution regarding contact with the organization, he never specifically concealed the alchemical bombs, stating their purpose was to prevent Dragon Hunters and the Law Enforcement Hall from entering. He thought distributing the plan to three Black-clothed figures and several priests, each holding a different “defense line” for implementation, would successfully prevent leaks.
After all, these three Black-clothed figures were chosen by him. One was from the National Security Bureau, and the other two were White Phosphorus, one adopted and one promoted.
The adopted one had excellent talent, and Zhou Hong had already instructed him to flee via phone. After all, raising a dog for ten or twenty years meant developing feelings.
As his body moved backward, a black Mo Dao emerged between his fingers. He casually glanced at the area not yet covered by darkness and said in self-defense,
“Since you have an informant, you should also know that we set all this up to resist enemies…”
The other party had already discovered something was wrong with White Crow, and his remaining here seemed meaningless.
“Lord Bainia, run!”
However, before he could finish speaking, a low female voice sounded from outside. Suddenly, a storage bag was thrown from the top of the boat’s cabin, landing precisely in an uncovered area and piercing through the steel plate above.
“Bang!”
With almost no hesitation, Zhou Hong rushed towards the storage bag, his body phasing through it and instantly piercing the steel plate to the outside. He turned to look at the figure hovering in the air, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:
“Zhizhi?”
A thin figure stood suspended outside, a cyan law halo behind her head. She wasn’t very old, her face looked pale, her long hair covered her face, but her eyes were very clear, and there was little smell of blood on her.
Zhizhi was an orphan he had adopted while undercover. Perhaps missing his daughter, “Zhou Zhizhi” was the new name Zhou Hong gave her.
Her parents were priests of the Ancient God Sect, killed by Dragon Hunters during an operation. Although he had trained her, he had never told her his identity.
Furthermore, as a descendant of a priest and a Black-clothed Bishop, she was not eligible for Dragon Country citizenship. Zhou Hong hoped that after contacting White Crow, he would continue to help her survive.
As for now, he had initially thought she would flee on her own, but he hadn’t expected her to come and save him…
“Lord Bainia, a ferryman from another place came to inspect our bomb locations. I saw the situation was not right, so I came directly to find you.”
The Black-clothed Bishop, called Zhizhi, saw his daze and quickly grabbed him, not looking back, and raced away towards a more distant location.
The golden cross on her waist clanged.
Then, from inside the boat, there was a violent surge of energy. The immense impact force directly engulfed the entire vessel. The energy gathered in the water, forming a mushroom cloud. Amidst the splashing waves, it actually cleared away a significant portion of the gloomy mist.
“Bang!”
However, soon, a black shadow shot out from within.
“Waterbird, you can’t escape. After I behead you, I’ll tell White Crow about your affairs.”
A cold voice echoed throughout the sky, carrying an inexplicable pressure. The even deeper darkness spread towards the direction the two were fleeing, advancing at a speed twice as fast as theirs.
The distance was continuously closing. It was clear that Rostan was truly powerful. Zhizhi turned her head, lowered it slightly, and said in a voice only they could hear,
“Lord Waterbird, you go first, I’ll block him for you.”
In her eyes, loyalty to the ferryman Waterbird far outweighed loyalty to the Ancient God Sect.
Around the age of eleven or twelve, her parents died. The so-called “Shadow” subordinates took a liking to her inherited bloodline and wanted to refine her through blood sacrifice, raising her with special drugs to be used upon awakening.
Confined in a dungeon where she could only see the sky, she watched batches of captured people come and go—black, white, yellow, with pointed ears. They were all supposed sacrifices.
At fourteen, when those Shadows went out to welcome a Big Shot, she welcomed the respite, as she was just waiting to die anyway, wanting to live a few more days if possible.
Suddenly, the prison door opened. A man in a raincoat met her gaze and asked, “Do you want to live?”
She was stunned and looked towards the window, where slivers of sunlight scattered down. It seemed that day was exceptionally bright. She then, with almost all her might…
Nodded.
Then, she was released from prison and became a junior cultist, responsible for serving tea and pouring water for this Lord.
Under the guise of training a death warrior, he had her study the local junior and senior high school textbooks of the Dragon Country, encouraging her to learn more about the outside world, cultivate her combat skills, and instill in her a correct sense of right and wrong.
He would buy her many Alchemical Items, and even on her birthday, he would have that Aunt Bishop with glasses buy a cake…
Each time after her birthday, seeing this Lord secretly looking at his phone, it was like waking from a dream. She understood that she was merely a substitute for a girl with the same name.
However, if it weren’t for this Lord, she might have died long ago, in that cold prison.
Therefore, her life belonged to him.
“What nonsense are you spouting!”
A scolding voice rang out. Zhou Zhizhi found that this Lord’s expression was terrifyingly grim. Then, as if facing his subordinates, he said in a low voice, “Are you trying to die? He could crush you with one slap.”
“…” Zhou Zhizhi didn’t know how to answer, so she could only fly silently.
In the whistling wind, Zhou Hong’s voice sounded again:
“Reinforcements will arrive soon. If they attack you, give them this…”
Saying that, the figure clad in ferryman attire halted in mid-air, took out a black identification document from his ring, and handed it over along with the ring. Then, holding the black Mo Dao, he took a deep breath:
“Tell them you are my adopted daughter.”
As he turned, a deep blue light ring appeared at the hilt of the Mo Dao. Facing the encroaching aura that was about to reach his side, he narrowed his cold eyes, the blade faintly emitting light.
“This is…”
Taking the small black book and opening the first page, Zhou Zhizhi was stunned. Her throat felt as if something were stuck, and her expression was complex. She managed to utter three words with great difficulty:
“Night Watcher.”
“Whoosh!”
The sound of the wind rushed past. When she looked up again, Zhou Hong had already disappeared. She could only hear a faint voice…
“Go, don’t look back, this is an order!”
“There will be Night Watcher powerhouses, right? Wait for me, I’ll find them right away…”
Zhou Zhizhi looked at the blue light clashing with the darkness in the vast sky, gritted her teeth, tied up her hair, and followed his instructions, racing towards the northern port where reinforcements were most likely to come.
…
In the northern waters of Luofu Island, the small boat sped along. However, due to the Sirens, the area seemed to be perpetually shrouded in fog.
Looking at White Phosphorus, who was guiding them, Su Jiu frowned. His long fingernails were once again at his neck, and he said coldly,
“Are you playing us? This boat has been sailing for so long, and we haven’t seen the island.”
“I don’t know.”
White Phosphorus felt unjustly accused. He was eager for the ferryman to save him, but these damned Sirens were everywhere, creating mist and blocking ships—it was truly impossible to distinguish.
“Miss, I know a skill called the Great Memory Recovery Technique.”
With a cold laugh, Bairnis snapped her fingers. The butterflies slowly opened their mouths, their sawtooth-like teeth approaching White Phosphorus.
Su Jiu looked at Bairnis with some surprise, as if she were particularly harsh towards this group of Ancient God Sect members.
Was it because her students had died?
“I really don’t know, it should be around here.”
The butterflies’ actions terrified the “pangolin,” who hastily retreated, waving his arms and pointing insistently at the fog ahead.
“Heh heh…” Bairnis continued to sneer, her control over the butterflies unyielding.
“My gracious aunt, I really know nothing! It’s just this way!!”
Seeing the butterflies about to bite his face, White Phosphorus’s face turned terrifyingly pale. He wanted to ask if they could treat Ancient God Sect captives properly, but then he stopped himself—
Wouldn’t proper treatment mean killing every single one?
The baby felt bitter, but the baby couldn’t say it. The baby was afraid of death.
Just as everyone was preparing to watch the show, a figure flew towards them from the front right area. One could faintly see that the figure was wearing a black clerical robe and a golden cross on their waist.
“Miss, I’ll go catch her.”
Seeing the figure, Bairnis said softly, then stood up and exerted force on her feet, soaring into the air to intercept at high speed.
“What…”
In mid-air, Zhou Zhizhi suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She thought it was another ferryman chasing after her, and quickly tried to manifest a weapon, but before she could manifest it, her neck was held by icy blue fingernails.
Immediately after, a cold yet soft voice came from behind:
“Come with me.”
