His Precise Instinct lost its effect.
How was he supposed to calculate time? How was he supposed to calculate vitality?
Tang Ling squatted on the root and sliced the fish slice by slice. He clenched his teeth over and over again to hold back his tears.
The fish would be cooked in a minute or two.
While he was at it, he plucked a handful of purple ginger leaves that could be seen everywhere and put them into the soup.
Tang Ling had no other thoughts. He stubbornly wanted to cook a simple meal because he wanted the simplest warmth to accompany Su Siao for the rest of his lonely life. He wanted to resist the coldness and loneliness of sleeping alone for a long time.
How long would he sleep alone? Tang Ling's heart ached.
The boiling fish soup was placed on the small round table and Tang Ling carried Su Siao over.
Su Siao was still in a daze. It was just a short nap, but he looked a lot older. His hands started to tremble.
Tang Ling quietly scooped up a bowl of fish soup and fed it to Su Siao after it was scalded to perfection.
There were no fish bones, so he could swallow it easily.
Su Siao nodded to show that it was delicious, but soon, his eyes showed a trace of self-mockery. Am I already at this stage? Do I have to be fed?
"Uncle, even if you're alive and kicking, I should still feed you. That's what I mean." What kind of logic was that? Tang Ling could not express himself properly. As usual, whenever he felt sad, his words would be messed up.
"Here …" Su Siao passed two black booklets to Tang Ling. He drank a mouthful of soup and said strenuously, "The map leads to Darkness Port. Otherwise, you'll die in this mountain range.
The other one records a lot of things. You have to read it. "
"Mm-hmm." Tang Ling nodded.
"I'm dying, aren't I?" Su Siao pushed the bowl away. He really could not eat anymore, but he was satisfied. He never thought his return would be so peaceful. The little brat that he treated like a son would be by his side.
He could have a hot meal and then peacefully lie down in this mushroom house that he had placed countless thoughts on and sleep peacefully.
Everything was fine, so all he had to do was wait.
"Let's have a smoke." Su Siao leaned on the tatami.
"Mm-hmm." Tang Ling quietly lit up a cigarette and passed it to Su Siao. He then found a comfortable position and laid Su Siao down on the tatami.
Then, he stood up and covered Su Siao with the big black coat.
Because the room became a little cold.
Su Siao caressed the black cloak and said, "My wife made this for me, but she's dead. By the time I returned from the battle, she had already died in the hands of the enemy. "
"I got my revenge." Su Siao forced a smile at Tang Ling.
Tang Ling held Su Siao's hand tightly.
"It's a bit cold." Su Siao shrunk his body and said to Tang Ling, "I have a daughter, but she's gone."
"Her name is Su Lu."
"In the future, help me find her. Bring her here and tell her I miss her. She'll understand when she sees this house. "
Su Siao held Tang Ling's hand tightly.
Tang Ling nodded. He understood that the pink glow, the childlike decorations, and the doll were all things that little girls loved.
"When I'm bored, I come here to make wood carvings. It's true. It's Mad Lion Su Siao's hobby." Su Siao squinted his eyes.
Tang Ling did not move. The plummeting temperature made him want to stay still.
The big-bellied bright bug in the house flew away because it was too cold.
Therefore, the house was plunged into darkness.
"W-Why did it fly away?" Su Siao was confused.
Tang Ling clenched his teeth, his other clenched fist shaking violently.
"What's the weather like outside?"
"It's going to rain soon. There are a lot of rainy days in early autumn." Tang Ling tried to keep his tone calm.
"Hmm, I see. I, Su Siao, will die on a rainy day." Su Siao started to mutter his words. Every word was rumbling in his throat.
However, Tang Ling could understand him.
"Rona is in Ximi City. If you go there and see her, tell her that I'm with another woman and have a bunch of children."
"Mm-hmm."
"Open that box. I think you have a way to open it, but don't destroy it violently. I'm worried about you. "
"Mm-hmm." Tang Ling saw the thin layer of ice spreading rapidly and was about to freeze him.
"The Dragon Army has gone into hiding, but the old Dragon Army isn't important anymore. What's important is that you go look for the people on the list that Tang Feng prepared for you. They will become your most important companions. "
Tang Ling went quiet, but he quickly grunted. Uncle Su Siao was about to fall asleep, so there was no need for him to be mad at him before he slept. He wanted to have a good dream.
"I know you don't want to hear it, but my best brother is Tang Feng, and Tang Feng is your father." Su Siao gripped Tang Ling's hand tightly and the thin layer of ice froze his feet.
The entire room was filled with a dense mist, and every breath of it made one shiver.
Tang Ling could still endure the temperature for a little while longer. Just a little while longer. He wanted to spend more time with his uncle.
In the coming days, he would be lonely every minute and second. All he could do was sleep in the house alone.
"Take it." Su Yao raised his other hand with some effort and revealed a True Capital Coin in his open palm.
Tang Ling held it in his hand without a word.
"I-I-I treated you as my son too. Ever since you were born, you have been …" Su Siao closed his eyes. It was so cold that it made him want to sleep.
"Um, yes, Father. I think so too. "A tear rolled down Tang Ling's cheek, but before it could fall, it was frozen.
"I'm going to sleep. Just for a while. "The unfinished cigarette was already frozen in Su Siao's mouth.
"Okay, sleep well. I'll wake you up. "Tang Ling let go of Su Siao's hand and the thin layer of ice shattered.
Tang Ling pressed his lips together as if he was worried and unwilling to give up. "Uncle? Uncle? "
There was no reply in the dark house. The temperature started to plummet!
Tang Ling kept quiet as he quickly stuffed the two black booklets into his backpack. He then picked up the black Dori Box and put it on his backpack.
He walked up to Su Siao, removed the cigarette from his lips, and placed it on the table. The steaming hot fish soup on the table had frozen into ice.
"I'll wake you up later." Tang Ling's voice was trembling as it echoed in the house. He then dashed out of the mushroom house and closed the gap.
His body was covered in a thin layer of ice. He stepped on the intertwining tree roots and walked more than 10 meters away before he turned around.
The drastic temperature difference melted the thin layer of ice on his body.
Tang Ling stood there, drenched, as he watched the mushroom house slowly freeze into a big block of ice.
From then on, this big block of ice would be Tang Ling's concern forever.
**
What would a person feel when they were at their saddest? What kind of thoughts would they have?
Tang Ling had experienced such moments twice in total.
The first time was when his grandmother and sister left.
The second time was when Su Siao went into a deep sleep.
Therefore, he was qualified to answer. His mind was blank, his body numb, he had no purpose, direction, and he did not know what to do.
Tang Ling had been leaning against the dancing root tree in a daze for almost two hours.
The green, blue, and white leaves fluttered in front of his eyes. They trembled in the autumn rain as if they were being reflected in an empty mirror.
Should he remember something? Should he do something?
Memories would come flooding in and he would see the person he wanted to see in his memories.
Tang Ling took the black box. Of course, he knew how to open it. There were a lot of messy numbers on the box and there were some artistic tracks on it.
All the tracks converged at the end, which was a statue of a little girl with a sweet smile and a cold gaze.
It was very artistic.
Tang Ling started to move a few of the numbers.
63527。
When the five numbers converged in the little girl's hand, the box opened easily with a 'clack' sound.
What was in the box? Tang Ling was not curious at all.
He opened the box numbly, and there was a silver, palm-sized, paper-thin object lying in the box.
Tang Ling picked up the piece of paper. There was nothing on the front.
There was a line of crooked words written with a black pen at the back. 'There is no treasure that the great Quark Rockwell can't steal, just like the Horror Lullaby List.'
The Horror Lullaby List? Tang Ling's eyes turned red. His tears fell on the silver page along with the autumn rain.
Tang Ling was not curious at all. Why was the Horror Lullaby List a blank silver page?
He was not curious about who Quark Rockwell was.
All he saw was the term and all the memories flooded him, swallowing him in an instant.
Everything must have happened because of the list.
He was Tang Feng's son and also one of the people on the blank list, was he not?
Then, on the bloody night, his grandmother and sister died.
The Star Searcher must have a subtle connection with the list.
Then, Uncle Su Yao, no, Uncle Su Siao appeared.
"What should I do?"
"Eat it all."
It was such a big pot of meat soup.
"You don't have the right to know who I am."
"You little brat, do you want to get beaten up?
"You can eat so much. Are you a Harsheen boar?"
His heroic manner, the fact that he would stand by the window and reminisce about something at times, and the sadness in his eyes …
As a matter of fact, was it because of Tang Ling's existence that he stubbornly lived on because his heart had already died in the past?
He had died in the years that he had been reminiscing about.
Tang Ling did not know if Tang Ling's arrival had given him a new goal. He should have, right?
He must have. He still wanted to find his daughter, didn't he?
Tang Ling clenched his fists. The silver page in his hand was wrinkled, but it did not show any signs of breaking.
Tang Ling stood up, feeling a little lost. He took out a black book and flipped it open. It was written in the Huaxia language in an ostentatious manner.
"Hey, little brat, when you are reading this book, I'm already …" Tang Ling slammed the book shut. It was not the right time to read it. It was not the right time to read it in his current mood.
He took out another booklet in a slightly flustered manner and flipped it open. The first page was a hand-drawn, very detailed map.
The map used the mushroom house as the starting point, crossed the entire Herrocky Mountain Range, passed through six safety villages, three safety sectors, and a safety city before arriving at the seaside.
The seaside was drawn with a few simple but powerful strokes. Shocking waves were drawn on the sea, giving off a strange and dangerous vibe.
At the seaside, there was a crescent-shaped area with a long bridge extending out from its edge. The bridge was connected to an island.
The crescent-shaped area, the bridge, and the island were collectively known as Darkness Port.
At the bottom right corner of the map, there was also a line of Huaxia language.
The words were written in bold and flamboyant strokes. They were wilder than Su Siao's, but the corners of the words were a little round, making them look a little childish.
"Stupid brat, I believe you must be confused when you see this map. You are not as smart as I am. So, flip to the back. I've drawn a detailed map of every area. Remember to pay, you idiot. "
What the hell?! An indescribable hatred rose in Tang Ling's heart, and he wanted to tear the words off.
He knew who wrote the words, but all he wanted to do was laugh coldly.
Did he arrange everything before he died? Did he decide that he should go to Darkness Port? What was his goal? To revive the Dragon Army?
To show his love and care for his father in the details? If he really loved his father, would he have left his mother's name behind?
Compared to his father, Tang Ling wanted to draw his mother's face more. It was the softest part of his heart, the softest part, the softest part, the gentleness, the longing, and the imagination that he had never shared with anyone.
Tang Ling's heart felt sour when he thought about it. He suddenly turned around and saw the dancing root tree. Through the blurry rain, he saw Safety Sector No. 17 with only a small part of it peeking out.
I'm leaving.
It's a little lonely. This time, without Uncle Su Siao, the Fierce Dragon Squad that I've been with day and night, and without my family, I have to leave my hometown. It's really lonely.
Tang Ling sniffled and wiped his tears away. 15 years old is really a damned age.
I won't be like this when I'm 30, will I?
I still have to go to Darkness Port because other than hatred, I have a new concern on my back. Su Siao is in deep sleep, and the promise of ten years …
The road ahead is boundless and the autumn rain is heavy.
Inside a cemetery in Safety Sector No. 17.
In front of Vian's tombstone, a woman was holding a little boy's hand. She placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.
"My dear daughter, your friends have left for a long journey. Those who can travel are blessed. I'm sad that you'll have to sleep here forever.
I'm leaving too. I'll bring your brother, Pandy. I've received the support and blessings from your friends. They want me to bring your brother to finish what you couldn't. "
In the rain, the woman wiped away a tear from her eye.
Behind Vian's tombstone was Aamir's. The talented young boy who had made a mistake would never have the chance to travel again.
However, in the future, he would be able to look at Vian like this. It would be his last consolation.
I wish you all the best.
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