Ark Undead

That size is about the size of a child's finger.

With such a large firecracker, even a fool could anticipate how loud it would be when it exploded.

After a moment of silence, the Undead began to mourn for Nian's sister.

Nian seems quite cheerful; she talks more than many girls I know, and she's not shy at all.

Even if you encounter an immortal, you'll be a little scared, but you won't be completely afraid to speak.

Unexpectedly, she behaved like this in front of people she knew well.

Will they really not fight each other to the death?

While the immortal was still pondering this, he saw Nian pull out another box of lighters from somewhere.

Nian pressed the switch on the lighter and turned to look at the Undead and Onstan.

"Are you ready? It's almost Chinese New Year! We'd like to invite you to watch a fireworks display!"

"..."

Neither the Undead nor Ornstein spoke; they simply covered their ears with their hands. The Undead even removed his helmet to make sure he could cover his ears.

Nian excitedly held the lighter close and lit the end of the fuse. The firecracker fuse, whose workings were completely incomprehensible, lit up with a flame and burned little by little in front of the Undead and Onstan.

After the fuse was lit, Nian waved his hand and created a simple steel frame, put the firecrackers on it, and aimed them at the sky above the town.

Then she clapped her hands, happily ran over to the Undead and Ornstein, squatted down, and covered her ears with her hands.

"How loud can this thing be?"

Ongstein was a little curious. When he came to Da Yan before, the production process of firecrackers was very rough. They were nothing like the firecrackers that are now available to children to play with.

Although the firecrackers of that time used Originium as the fuse energy, the Originium content was very small and there was no danger. The main reason was that a special material was used, which enabled them to produce a very loud sound.

But when Ongstein heard the firecrackers that day, they didn't seem to be very loud.

"I can't say."

Nian's expression was very cheerful; it was clear she was in a good mood because she was about to do something naughty.

"But you will definitely not be disappointed!"

Onstan pursed his lips and exchanged a glance with the undead next to him.

They weren't thinking about disappointment or not.

I just hope that when the time comes, people won't immediately turn on each other with swords and knives.

While the three were still exchanging pleasantries, the fuse over there had already burned down to the very end.

"I'm coming!"

Nian excitedly patted the Undying Man on the shoulder, then quickly covered his ears.

The immortal only had time to turn around and glance at what Nian was doing before his vision was taken away by the blinding sparks in front of him.

The large firecracker, perched on a simple iron frame, emitted a continuous stream of flames from its tail, propelling the entire firecracker rapidly into the air.

It travels along the cliff at a 45-degree angle towards the sky above the town.

You can see the trail left by the tail of the firecracker as it propels through the air.

Like a shooting star, when the firecracker reaches the apex of its parabola, it arrives at the very top of the town.

Then, it exploded violently in front of the three of them, leaving behind a terrifying light that burned their retinas. Only then did the Undead and Ornstein see a visible shockwave rushing towards them.

boom!!

A shockwave powerful enough to cause someone to lose their balance, and a deafening sound, exploded in everyone's ears.

Nian opened her eyes wide; she was so happy that she wanted to stand up and wave her hands.

The Undead and Onstan were dumbfounded.

What is this?

Now, the Undead have completely distinguished this thing from the fire pot.

So this is what firecrackers are all about.

How powerful.

The Undead and Onstan shook their heads, trying to snap themselves out of the shock of the explosion.

Before he could even speak, he heard Nian say something.

"Don't rush! There's still one more round!"

Upon hearing this, the Undead and Onstan turned their gazes back to them.

The sky, which had burst into a huge burst of light, was now filled with countless black specks that looked like tiny dust particles.

After these black dots fell from the clouds, they exploded in light over the town.

This time, it wasn't a huge noise like before; it was just a burst of dazzling fireworks.

It was as if the stars, hidden behind the daylight, had opened their eyes.

In this twilight world, the starry sky and the daytime intertwine.

The immortal man actually found it quite entertaining. Then, he immediately realized that this scene was the result of a huge explosion.

Seeing Nian's excited expression, the Undead felt he needed to say something.

"Where is your sister?"

"Oh, her."

Speaking of Xi, Nian's emotions calmed down a bit. She thought for a moment, then looked at the fireworks over there.

"It should be about time after the fireworks finish, right?"

"So, how long are you going to keep these fireworks going?"

"Not long, just a few minutes."

Nian turned his head to look at the sky, crossed his arms, and said happily.

"Just enjoy it at your own pace!"

The Undead glanced back at Ornstein, who shrugged at him.

Perhaps this is a unique way for the siblings to play.

However, the Undead was still a little worried. He had originally come to ask someone questions, but now that he had gone through this, he was afraid that they would end up fighting right there.

You have to understand, even if this is a virtual world, it's still someone else's world.

But as outsiders, it's really not something that can be said by those who haven't died; they can only wait and see.

Just as Nian had predicted, the fireworks exploded for a full five minutes. After five minutes, the sky slowly dimmed.

As the sun set, its light vanished, and then the starry sky followed the sun's trajectory, transforming the brilliance of the sun and moon.

Even at this point, there was still no movement.

The townspeople below continued to light their oil lamps, and children played outside, seemingly oblivious to the fireworks in the sky.

Nian curled his lip.

"What, nothing's happening?"

No one understands why this woman has been able to tolerate such a huge commotion all this year. Logically speaking, anyone would feel uncomfortable after such a big commotion.

"She was probably busy packing her things, and her social anxiety was getting to her, plus she was worried that her dirty appearance would scare people. So she took the time to tidy herself up before I went to see her."

He sighed and waved his hand, looking heartbroken.

"My sister, that's her problem—she's timid and doesn't like to talk to people much. If it weren't for you guys..."

Before Nian could finish speaking, the Undead saw a circle of dark ripples suddenly appear behind him, from which a stroke of ink shot out.

Before the ink had even reached the year, it began to change in the air, and then quickly condensed into a dark ink-colored sword shadow within a few meters. The sword seemed to have some kind of emblem engraved on it, but upon closer inspection, the shape was completely indistinct.

While Nian seemed completely unprepared, just as the sword was about to pierce her body, a ring of brownish-yellow debris exploded around her, followed by a semi-transparent brownish-yellow protective shield that perfectly protected her.

"If you weren't considered honored guests, she probably wouldn't have been mindful of her behavior and would have started throwing a tantrum."

As he spoke, Nian turned around and looked at the dark ripples in the air outside the cliff, revealing a hearty smile.

"Don't you think so, Xi?"

The ripples gradually expanded, and the first thing to appear was an embroidered cloth shoe, followed by a pair of fair and tender legs.

A young girl in a dark blue cheongsam walked to the edge of the cliff, stepping on the dark ripples in the air.

Her cool eyes stared at Nian, her jet-black hair seemingly painted with the finest ink.

But the words she spoke were anything but polite.

"Long time no see. You're still as ungrateful as ever. You can't even knock on the door, all you do is bang it with your lousy hooves for ages. Have you thrown all the manners you learned in the mortal world onto this demon?"

"Hey, why are we being so polite with each other?"

She chuckled as she said, "I'm not angry at all."

"Besides, when I ask you to go out, I use firecrackers. It's an old rule, otherwise you wouldn't even give me the time of day. Isn't that right!"

"You still have the nerve?"

Xi gritted her teeth and reached out to wipe away the ink stains on her arm that she hadn't had time to remove in her haste to get here.

"You little brat, I'll beat your face to a pulp sooner or later."

The smiling face on the woman's face made Xi Xiang want to punch her to pieces.

She was just engrossed in her writing when a sudden explosion shook her mansion, and the pen tip floated away to who knows where.

Looking at the painting in front of him, which he originally considered a masterpiece, he was utterly ruined by a bright, deep ink stain.

A nameless fire suddenly ignited in Xi's heart, and she waved her hand, scattering the painting in front of her into the air as ink.

He stood up from his seat, ready to draw his sword and go out to find someone, but the explosions outside never stopped.

The constant explosions in the air made Xi frown, and she almost broke the pen in her hand.

It's no surprise that this was the work of my best friend who loves to cause trouble.