The night wind blew coldly, and the chill of the night seemed to penetrate deep into his bones.
Outside the door, under the shadow, a small black shadow was curled up. When it heard the sound of the door opening, it seemed to tremble. Then, it slowly raised its head and looked at Lu Chen who was standing at the door.
The night was deep and boundless, making the whole world seem like it was shrouded in darkness.
Except for a bit of green light in the shadow.
That was Atsu's eye.
…
Lu Chen stood quietly at the door. For a moment, when his eyes met that slightly green eye, he even subconsciously held his breath.
He originally thought that he had long been used to the darkness, that he had blended into the shadows in countless dark nights. He originally thought that he had seen a lot of blood, hatred, betrayal, and cruelty. He originally thought that his heart was already as hard as stone. He originally thought that he would no longer feel fragile, touched, sad, and the pain brought by these things.
He was wrong.
He realized that he was wrong.
He slowly squatted down, the muscles in his body tensed up bit by bit, as if this was the only way he could control his body.
In front of him, there was a thick smell of blood. He glanced around from the corner of his eyes. On the dark road that he came from, there was a faintly discernible, long line of blood.
It was the result of his painful body rubbing against the hard and rough gravel, leaving behind bloodstains.
Atsu was lying in front of him. It was awake, but for some reason, it was unusually quiet.
Lu Chen silently reached out and stroked its body. Where his hand touched, there was a slightly wet and sticky feeling. His hand froze for a moment, then he slowly retracted it and placed it in front of his eyes.
In the dim light, blood slowly flowed between his fingers and palms, like the sinister smile of a demon in the darkness.
"Pa!"
With a soft sound, a spark lit up in Lu Chen's hand, illuminating the place in front of him and illuminating Atsu in the darkness.
It was as if time had suddenly reversed on this night, returning to the day when he first met Atsu in the Land of Chaos. The miserable shadow of the black puppy overlapped with the scene in front of him.
Atsu looked very miserable. There were at least dozens of cuts on its body. Blood and flesh covered its back and abdomen. There was almost no intact skin on its body. Only half of its tail was left, and the other half was missing. Its two hind legs were completely limp on the ground, and large patches of white bones were directly exposed. Only its two front legs looked intact, but they were also badly mutilated. It looked like it had climbed back by relying on these two front legs.
A piece of its ear was missing, and there were several terrifying scars on its head, as if it had been directly chopped by a sharp blade. On its face, there was a deep scar that slashed diagonally across its left eye, leaving only an empty hole with a trace of blood flowing from it.
The green eyes reflected the light of the fire. That was the only, the last, eye.
A low and soft sound slowly came out from between Lu Chen's teeth.
After a moment, he threw away the torch in his hand. The flame was instantly extinguished, and darkness rushed in. He stretched out his hands and gently held Atsu in the darkness.
Blood flowed down and dyed his clothes red. The blood, which was no longer very warm, slowly dripped on his skin.
He hugged it tightly, bringing it close to his chest.
As if it had heard the familiar sound of his heartbeat, Ah-Tu raised its head, its green eyes flashing with a hint of relief, like a sparkling gemstone shining in the night, covering all its pain.
It struggled to lift its body, stuck out its tongue, and gently licked Lu Chen's face. Then, its body tilted and sank into the darkness.
…
The night was so long, and it seemed like a sad life would never end.
The night wind whistled nonstop, sweeping past the towering mountains and lofty ridges, stirring up the dark clouds in the sky, but it still could not blow away the dense fog in the depths of Kunlun Mountain.
A few bolts of lightning flashed through the depths of the clouds, twisting like wild silver snakes. After a moment, there was the rumbling of thunder in the sky.
Four strange peaks suspended between the clouds were incomparably tall. In the night, they were like four giants, standing in four directions, guarding the fog in the depths of Kunlun.
On the Winter Peak, which was like a world of ice and snow, the highest peak was still surrounded by a violent snowstorm. On the cliff below, a skinny old man was standing with his hands behind his back, staring at the darkness below. His bright eyes, which were completely different from his withered aura, seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and see the depths of the fog there.
Not far behind him, White Lotus was standing quietly at the side.
In this cold night, for some reason, the incomparably powerful True Lord did not have his two famous disciples by his side, but only this little girl who was just over ten years old.
But it seemed that White Lotus had a cold expression, standing expressionlessly. Other than the respect she had for Hakushin Jinkun in front of her, no other emotions seemed to exist on her face.
For a young girl, this seemed to be an unusual thing.
After an unknown period of time, Hakushin Jinkun turned around and looked at White Lotus. His gaze fell on the white ferret fur on her body, and he smiled and said, "Are you cold?"
"Not cold," White Lotus said calmly.
Hakushin Jinkun nodded, and his eyes revealed a trace of gratification. He even sighed slightly and said, "This child, your talent is too good after all. You have only cultivated the 'Snow Wind Scripture' for a short period of time. Although you can't say that you have reached a higher level, but you have already made some small achievements, and you have some resistance to the cold wind and snow. "
White Lotus shook her head and said, "I am still far from it. Not to mention other things, if I did not have this precious ferret fur coat on me, I am afraid that I would not be able to stand here for so long."
Hakushin Jinkun smiled and said, "Even so, it is already very good. Ordinary people cannot even stay on this Winter Peak."
White Lotus lowered her head and said, "It is all thanks to Master's training."
Hakushin Jinkun turned around and looked at the deep night in the distance, and the tall mountain peaks in the depths of the night. His eyes fell on one of them, and he stared for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "Do you know what is on that mountain?"
White Lotus followed his gaze and thought for a while. Then, she said, "That should be the Summer Peak. It is the place where Martial Uncle Tianlan, another Perfected Lord of Huashen Realm in our sect, meditates."
"Yes." Hakushin Jinkun looked at the shadow of that tall mountain, and his eyes flickered slightly. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Lian 'er, your talent is excellent. In the future, as long as you do not go astray, there is no need to say that your future is promising. I am old, and my Qi and blood are declining. I don't know how long I can take care of you. If you meet your Martial Uncle Tianlan in the future, you must always maintain respect and must not be rude. "
White Lotus nodded and said, "I understand." She paused and could not help but look a little curious. Then, she said, "Master, I have not seen Martial Uncle Tianlan since I came up here. What kind of person is he? "
"He …" There was a flash of brilliance in the depths of Hakushin Jinkun's eyes. He slowly looked at the dark fog that was like an abyss under his feet. After a while, he suddenly said, "My Junior Brother is overflowing with talent and bold vision. He is a peerless figure that I have never seen in my life."
White Lotus did not seem to expect that her master would have such a high evaluation of the Youngest Uncle. She was surprised for a moment, and then her eyes showed a yearning look. She thought to herself, "To be able to get such an evaluation from a Perfected Lord of Huashen Realm, he must be an unimaginable genius."
"However," Hakushin Jinkun smiled and looked at White Lotus with a gentle look in his eyes. He said, "When you grow up, you should be able to understand a truth."
"What truth, Master?"
"No one is perfect."
White Lotus secretly glanced at Hakushin Jinkun and said, "You mean …"
Hakushin Jinkun smiled and reached out to touch her head. He said, "When you grow up, I will tell you a secret, okay?"
"Okay."
Hakushin Jinkun laughed and then walked away from the cliff with his hands clasped behind his back.
White Lotus sneaked a peek at the darkness at the bottom of the cliff and followed.
…
The soft light shone in the ancient tree hole. The misty green aura wrapped around the tree wall and quietly stared down.
Lu Chen brought the dying Atsu here and carefully placed him on the open space beside the puddle.
Atsu's injuries were extremely serious and his body was in a terrible state. He looked even more miserable than when he was in the Demon Flower Valley in the Land of Chaos.
Lu Chen looked at its appearance and frowned deeply. His eyes flickered with uncertainty. He reached out and fiddled with the water, only to see that the water was clear and transparent, but it no longer had the magical green vitality from before.
He had used up that magical aura. Now, there was only a cluster of strange black fire at the bottom of the puddle.
Lu Chen stayed silent beside the puddle for a long time. It was as if he had thought of all the methods, but he still could not find any panacea that could save Atsu's life.
It was too seriously injured.
For a moment, he raised his head and looked around. This ancient tree hole was full of vitality. The tree walls were mottled and there were two strange doors hidden in the shadows. Other than that, it was like a strange place that was naturally isolated from the rest of the world.
Lu Chen lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He looked at the fallen Atsu at his feet. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and let out a long sigh.
He flipped his palm and the incomparably sharp black dagger appeared in his hand. From the side, his face was as cold as an ice-cold rock. Even his eyes had become emotionless.
He no longer hesitated, and without any hesitation, he stabbed his wrist with his sword.
Blood immediately gushed out and dripped down his wrist.
He expressionlessly stretched out a finger and dipped it in the blood. He stared at it for a moment before pressing it forward.
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