The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 617
"No way." Suzaku smiled and glanced at the rearview mirror: "I'm just a little regretful that we have to make enemies of our former friends, the friends who saved us."

Qilin concentrated slightly and looked out the car window: "If he didn't challenge my bottom line, I wouldn't have reached this point."

Suzaku didn't speak.

Qilin spoke in a calm tone: "Suzaku, I don't need loyal subordinates, I need like-minded comrades. When you and Qinglong were willing to follow me, it was because you believed that I was leading mankind on the right path. If you even waver on this point, You can leave at any time, I don’t blame you and I won’t hurt you.”

"Oh, you think I'm afraid of death?" Suzaku looked magnanimous: "Of course I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed with you for so many years."

"I will do it even if I am the only one left to open the door. No one can stop me." Qilin said firmly.

Suzaku nodded and raised his eyes slightly: "We're here."

"Okay." Qilin put on his glasses again, opened the door and got out of the car: "Don't wait for me, I'll go back by myself."

Suzaku drove the car away, while Qilin leaned on a cane and looked up at the building in front of him. He saw a huge blue billboard with five characters written on it: Anliang Market.

This is the largest wholesale market in Licheng. It contains almost all daily commodities, large and small. Everything you can think of is sold here.

Qilin slowly walked into the main entrance of the big market. In front of him was a broad avenue. Both sides were full of storefronts selling the same type of goods. There were eight buildings in groups. There was a road between each group of buildings. They were square, extending in all directions, boundless, like The infinite contrast between the two mirrors makes it easy for people to get lost if they don't look at the house numbers and road signs when walking inside.

Qilin walked straight for 300 meters and turned left into a place specializing in small toys. There were almost no individual customers here. They were all doing wholesale business and looked relatively depressed.

Soon, Qilin came to a small shop. There was a wooden frame outside the door, and it was covered with opera masks. At first glance, they all looked the same. If you look closely, you will find the color distribution, expression description, and facial expressions of each mask. The facial features are all different, it can be said that there are thousands of people with different faces.

The store also has a wall full of facial makeup masks.

An old, thin man, wearing black cotton clothes, black cotton shoes, sat hunched over on a low bamboo stool, holding a mask in one hand and a fine brush in the other, and was coloring the mask.

His hands were thin and exposed, with bulging veins, but they were very strong and steady. When he traced the mask, it was as precise as machine drawing.

The old man also wore a mask on his face, with the main colors being red and blue. These two colors have a "positive" aura, but the facial features on the mask have a "crooked face".

The face is scarred, the eyes and nose are crooked, and the mouth is bloody. It looks vicious and sinister, but after looking at it for a long time, it feels a little bluffing and funny.

"Uncle Yan." Qilin stood at the door with a friendly tone.

Uncle Yan did not raise his head, but was still concentrating on sketching the mask in his hand. His voice was old and careless: "Here you go, sit down wherever you want."

Qilin looked around. The room was narrow, filled with masks and sundries, and there was no place to sit. He smiled helplessly: "I didn't see the second chair."

"Then just stand." Uncle Yan said bluntly.

Qilin was neither angry nor annoyed, and stood calmly waiting at the door.

Ten minutes later, Uncle Yan, who was wearing a mask, finished drawing the mask in his hand, put down the fine brush, stood up slowly, slowly stretched his muscles, walked to the door of the store, looked up at Qilin: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yes." Qilin said, "I need your help."

Uncle Yan was silent for a few seconds, no one knew the expression behind the mask.

"Hey." He sighed: "Even President Qilin needs help. It seems like things are really in trouble this time."

"Seven Shadows rebelled and took away many people from the union. He would never allow me to open the door. The last guardian rune is in his hands." Qilin spoke concisely and to the point.

"If I remember correctly, that kid has only been awake for half a year, what kind of climate can he have?" Uncle Yan said.

"He is the heir of God." Qilin said, "He is born from the awakened person and the living beast."

Uncle Yan was silent.

After being silent for half a minute this time, the old man slowly turned around and picked up the iron hook at the door: "I'll close the door first." After closing the store, Uncle Yan and Qilin walked toward the exit of Anliang Market.

Uncle Yan was still wearing a mask, with his hands clasped behind his back and his back slightly hunched.

The old man walked very slowly, and Qilin on crutches was not fast either. The two of them walked in lockstep, like walking in a park.

"What can I do?" Uncle Yan asked.

"This will be a protracted battle." Qilin looked straight ahead: "I will give you an elder position and the corresponding manpower, and you will help me deal with the Seven Shadows."

"Okay." Uncle Yan agreed simply: "But I'm an old man, so don't put too much hope in me."

"You must have an elder name." Qilin said.

"Let me think about it." Uncle Yan took a few steps and said, "Haha, let's call him Yan Liang."

"What do you mean by the changing world?" Qilin guessed.

"No." Uncle Yan smiled and shook his head: "At my age, I can get cold at any time. I have to remind myself and you all the time to hurry up."

Qilin laughed dumbly, "Okay, as long as you are happy."

Qilin took out a smartphone and handed it to Yan Liang: "Can you use it?"

"You brat, who are you looking down on?" Yan Liang took the phone and turned it on.

Qilin also took out his mobile phone and sent a list to the people around him: "Elder Yanliang, this is the information of your subordinates. Take a look."

Yan Liang walked slowly, quickly read the information, shook his head and sighed: "Hey, today's young people are not as good as the last."

After a while, Yan Liang asked again: "I have no impression of this protector named Ling Qiu. Is he a newcomer?"

"Yes, not long after he understood [Elemental Spirit], he was immediately recruited by the union. However, this person is very evil, and Qinglong is still under investigation."

"Special treatment in special times. We are short of people right now. Let me help you." Yan Liang said.

"Okay, I feel relieved as long as you are here." Qilin said.

The two of them talked and quickly walked out of the big market. Qilin came to the roadside and waved to stop the car.

Yan Liang thought of something else and said: "We need to give an explanation about Qiying and those traitors. We must have a good reputation."

Qilin nodded: "What do you think?"

"Preemptively strike and throw dirty water." Yan Liang said.

Qilin did not immediately comment.

Yan Liang sneered under the mask: "What you want to do affects all mankind. Boy, this is a war between races, not a friendly match. Benevolence, justice and morality are meaningless."

Qilin's eyes quivered slightly: "I know."

Yan Liang nodded slightly: "Hesitation is weakness. I hope this is your last time."

"Yes." Qilin nodded and waved to stop a car: "Get in the car."

(End of this chapter)