Chapter 768 – His Name is Zhou Ping

　　”Now, is there anything else you want to say?” Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes at the prison disaster and slowly spoke.

　　”What exactly is that ……?” The prison disaster that had been imprisoned for life couldn’t help but ask, “That is by no means an aura that a human can put out …… Is that some sort of divine artifact?”

　　”It’s not a divine artifact, that’s just an ordinary chopstick that merely contains someone’s power.”

　　Lin Qiye walked over to Prison Plague and crossed the half chopstick in front of him and said indifferently:

　　”Who said that there is an end to human existence?

　　Who says that humans are destined to not be able to win against gods?

　　I once witnessed a man break through that ceiling, holding the law in his hand, cutting down the gods with his sword, and making a way for mankind to live. ……

　　This wooden chopstick comes from him.”

　　Holding the law in his hand, his sword cut down the gods ……

　　Prison Tribulation muttered.

　　A shimmering light surfaced in his eyes.

　　Does this kind of person …… really exist? Humans, is it really possible to behead a god?

　　”Who is he? What’s his name?” Prison Plague raised his head and looked at Lin Qiye with longing in his eyes.

　　Lin Qiye paused for a moment and slowly spoke, “Great Xia Red Dust Sword Immortal, Zhou Ping.”

　　”Zhou Ping …….”

　　Prison Disaster recited this name over and over again and let out a long sigh, “How good it would have been to see that scene with my own eyes ……”

　　He shook his head and looked up at Lin Qiye, his eyes had calmed down, “Destroy this cage, even though I didn’t get to see the scene where his sword decimated the gods, I have no regrets if I could see the sword that decimated the thunder beast.

　　I didn’t expect that the thing that I had pursued for a lifetime but couldn’t touch, I actually saw it with my own eyes before I died ……”

　　Prison Disaster smiled to himself.

　　Lin Qiye reached out his hand and gripped one of the black cage fences on Prison Plague’s body and said indifferently, “Farewell, Oracle Envoy.”

　　Clank-!

　　The cage that had been inserted into Prison Plague’s body was pulled out by Lin Qiye’s own hand, and the vitality that had been forcefully retained in his body dissipated rapidly the moment the cage was destroyed.

　　The light in Prison Plague’s eyes faded, and his head hung low, facing the place where that one sword mark was located, half-kneeling amidst the ruins, completely losing his vitality.

　　He was like a pious seeker, kneeling down on the wrong path and bowing his head in repentance.

　　He was dead.

　　Lin Qiye looked at the half-kneeling, lifeless Prison Plague with a complicated expression and turned around to walk towards the city.

　　His figure disappeared into the dust that filled the sky.

　　Tokyo, devastated.

　　Half a day later.

　　Hokkaido.

　　Leisure Club.

　　Chubby Baili sat on the leather sofa, holding champagne in his right hand and gently shaking it, the spherical ice cubes clashing against the walls of the glass, making a tinkling sound.

　　He took a sip and smacked his lips:

　　”It’s been a long time since I drank such a good wine ah …… worthy of being my Drag Brother, I can mix it up wherever I go!”

　　Baili Chubby held the champagne, walked over to sit next to Shen Qingzhu, and came to his ear to ask, “Drag brother, do you also have …… flower girls here? I haven’t seen them yet, why don’t you call a few up to play together for a while?”

　　Shen Qingzhu glanced at him and thought seriously for a moment, “There are no flower girls, there are quite a few male models, do you need me to call a few to accompany you?”

　　”…… That’s better to forget it, little master I’m not interested in men.” Baili Chubby shrugged, “However, you can ask Sister Lan if she needs …… it.”

　　Baili Chubby blinked at the side of Jia Lan.

　　Jia Lan froze, as if remembering something, slightly pouted her lips and spoke sourly:

　　”Male model? That might as well be called a cowherd. …… I heard that someone has already mixed into the rising star of the Japanese cowherd world, the girls he has accompanied can go around Tokyo, and every night there are a large number of rich women who are willing to dump their money for him.”

　　”The rising star of the cowgirl world?” Chubby Bailey was bewildered, “Who?”

　　”Anyway, it’s not me, I was locked up in [Pure Land] for two years.” Cao Yuan was the first to deny it.

　　”It’s not me either, I’ve been with Jiang’er.” An Qingyu then said.

　　The air suddenly fell into silence.

　　Everyone’s eyes looked at Shen Qingzhu.

　　Shen Qingzhu was silent for a long time, “Don’t look, it’s not me either, I’m the Grand Leader of the Black Killer Team, how could I possibly go and become a cowboy?”

　　These few people are not, so that only leaves ……

　　”Seven Nights? Where’s Seven Nights?” Baili Chubby’s eyes widened.

　　”He said that he’s going with his coworkers to pay homage to a deceased person.”

　　”Colleagues? Where did he get coworkers?”

　　Shen Qingzhu thought for a moment, and after digging in his pocket for a moment, he pulled out a crumpled flyer that should have been left behind several months ago, the paper was very thin and had a cheap feel to it.

　　Shen Qingzhu placed the flyer on the table and smoothed it out. On the top of the flyer, the words “Black Sycamore Club” were written in blue-purple brushstrokes, and there were a total of four men standing right below the words.

　　The two men in the center occupy nearly half of the flyer, the one on the left is wearing a blue-gray floral yukata, under the loose collar, well-proportioned collarbone lined with perfect body lines, slender but without losing the sense of power, handsome face, eyes like a long knife in the rain as cold and deep.

　　The man on the right was wearing a black and red floral yukata, holding a red umbrella, under the messy and casual black hair, a handsome face gazing indifferently ahead, like a monarch looking down on all beings.

　　”Hiss!!!”

　　The moment they saw this face, all the people present except Shen Qingzhu sucked in a mouthful of cool air!

　　Shen Qingzhu wasn’t surprised, after all, he had already personally been to Black Wutong many times, and he even had the honor of accepting the “common service” of these two on the flyer in the Black Killing Team’s small room.

　　”This is Seven Nights!?” Baili Fatty opened his mouth in disbelief, “He, he …… he really went to be a cowboy?”

　　Cao Yuan stared intently at Lin Qiye’s picture on the flyer and couldn’t help but gulp.

　　”Don’t say …… that this getup is pretty good looking.”

　　”Bring me back a copy in a moment.” An Qingyu said seriously, “I’m going to frame it.”

　　Garland gazed at the handsome mess of a figure on the flyer, and when he heard this, he stood up in a mischievous manner, snatched this flyer in his arms, and resolutely shook his head and said:

　　”No way! This thing can only be kept by me!”

　　”Sister Lan, don’t be so petty!” Baili Fatty smiled and stood up, “This kind of thing, of course, we should share it together.”

　　”Yes, you show us again, we haven’t finished reading it yet ……”

　　Under the crowd’s strong persuasion, Calan reluctantly put this flyer back on the table.

　　On the flyer, in addition to the two c-listed cowgirls in the center, a small area behind them, there was also a handsome man in a white and yellow crushed yukata with blonde hair, standing behind the two with a smile on his face.

　　”This is also quite handsome ah, it’s just that compared to Seven Nights and the other guy, it’s still a little bit worse.” Baili Fatty seriously tasted it.

　　Suddenly, it was as if he had discovered something.

　　He stretched out his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man above the three, the one who had opened his arms and wrapped them around him with a smile, and asked suspiciously, “Where’s this uncle? Who is he? Is he also a cowherd?”

　　”Yes.”

　　This time, it was An Qingyu who spoke.

　　He was silent for a moment and added, “This one, is Japan’s number one cowboy, Kyousuke.”