I am Mom's Master 8

Chapter Sixty-Two:
Watching my aunt's furrowed brows and pained expression in her sleep, a pale blue melancholy crept
into .
"It's getting late."
Soft light began to stream in through the window, adding
a touch . Unbeknownst to me, I had already spent the entire night here.
I glanced at my watch, rubbed my sore eyes, and forced myself to stay awake. I carefully
tucked , then reverently brought her hand to my lips.
"The patient's constitution is prone to coldness, and the exposure to cold water during her menstrual period exacerbated her dysmenorrhea. In addition
, her uterus was severely damaged due to multiple abortions, and she also suffered psychological trauma, which
led to her fainting due to excruciating pain and heavy bleeding..."
Recalling the doctor's words, I gently kissed my aunt's cold palms, leaning wearily against her bedside, murmuring to myself
, "Was I wrong? You've already sacrificed so much for your beliefs, and yet I'm forcing you
to make a decision. Perhaps your decision already existed, but I just didn't know it."
I've never felt such disgust for my actions. Although the doctor, out of respect for my position, dared not speak
plainly , I could still hear the blame in his voice. I gripped my aunt's hand tightly; every time I thought of
her lying in a pool of blood, my heart ached with pain.
In the center of the room, a dozen or so cameras of various sizes were haphazardly piled up. In the past, they were my biggest
source hesitation, but now, I've learned to ignore them.
"I've tasted this despairing pain once, and that's enough... Aunt, listen to me..."
Brushing aside my aunt's bangs, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "No matter
what color your heart is, Aunt, I'll be waiting for you here."
Holding my aunt's hand, I calmly uttered my vow. However, I don't know if it was my imagination, but
the moment I kissed my aunt's brow, her eyelashes trembled slightly...
"Today's breakfast was a bit too greasy for the patient. In a little while, please make some lighter,
warm food and bring it over."
After finishing breakfast, I wiped the grease from the corners of my mouth with a napkin while picking up the morning newspaper on the table and flipping through
it .
"Yes, Master."
Hearing my words, the gloom on my mother's face lessened slightly. Looking at her listless appearance
and the barely touched breakfast, I guessed she, like me, hadn't been able to sleep all night.
Noticing my frown as I looked at her plate, Mom quickly moved her knife and fork a few times, but soon,
as if remembering something, she looked away with a melancholy expression.
Following her gaze, an empty seat answered many of my questions.
"Where is that person?"
I asked casually, turning a page of the newspaper.
The mention of my sister deepened the gloom on Mom's face. After thinking for a long time, she hesitantly
replied , "Ling'er isn't feeling well and is still in bed."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mom looked at me anxiously.
"Oh, I see. Since she's not feeling well, let her rest for the day. You
don't need to ; stay and take care of the patient."
To her surprise, I didn't pursue Ling'er's rudeness; instead, after a slight hesitation, I gave
this order.
Immediately, Mom breathed a deep sigh of relief and smiled at me happily, her melancholy vanishing
. She quickly stuffed her breakfast into her mouth, and before she had even swallowed it all, she hurriedly began
clearing the table.
After finishing the last page of the newspaper, I watched my mother's busy work, smiled, and folded the newspaper neatly in
my hand . "Oh, right, there's one more thing I haven't done." I got up and walked to my mother's side, staring at her breast
pocket, and pointedly extended my hand.
Seeing my hand outstretched, my mother immediately stopped. She instinctively covered her
chest with her hand, her gaze darting away as she took a small step back, lowering her head to avoid my gaze. I didn't press her, just
waited quietly, still holding my hand outstretched. Sure enough, after patiently waiting a while, she
finally pulled out a letter, her expression guilty.
Carefully stroking the childish handwriting on the envelope, my mother looked at it over and over for a long time before
reluctantly handing it to me.
After Yue'er left, I used these forged letters to find a glimmer of hope for my mother.
As soon as I got the envelope, I quickly pulled my hand back, but it was too late. My mother had already
grabbed my wrist and said shyly, "Master, can I keep Yue'er's letter for a few more days?"
Mustering her courage, my mother pulled down her clothes slightly, shyly took my hand, and placed the envelope
between her breasts.
This wasn't the first time my mother had begged me like this in recent days.
Before, I would fondle her breasts a few times, then hug and
fawn . In exchange, I would keep the letter with her for a while longer. But today was different. I
smiled as I pulled out the letter and tore the envelope to shreds in front of her.
As the pieces of paper scattered in the air, I turned and left.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I have to do this for safety."
No one knew the apology in my heart; reality forced me to harden my heart. To become the final victor,
the most important thing is never to let anyone guess your thoughts…
May 12th, a day still remembered by this land. The past is history
, but this anniversary continues.
Originally, there were two such days at the founding of the empire. However, after Japan's fall,
one of them lost its meaning. On December 13th, 2003, the souls of one million Japanese
mourned —a testament to the iron will of the Emperor and his unwavering commitment to a particular city.
Every year on this day, the Emperor comes to the Imperial Square and personally lowers the flag to half-mast at 2:28 PM
. Then, all the high-ranking officials of the empire, each holding a small stone, place them in order beneath the flagpole. Afterwards
, nobles, citizens, commoners, slaves—anyone belonging to this country, regardless of status, can...
I placed my heartfelt blessings on this small stone in the square.
This was partly why I didn't feel like arguing with my mother today. The memorial service lasted
until 10 PM. Aside from a meager breakfast, I was busy with the memorial
service , without a moment to rest, let alone eat.
But, so be it; I had no reason to complain on a day like this. Outside, the lights shone brightly, and the
clinking the air, but I only had a solitary lamp, my work keeping me company through the long night. I declined the royal
banquet; I didn't want to become a faithless mortal.
"Eat, drink! Just now in the square, you were all competing to see who could cry the most. Now you
're all smiling broadly. Is this what they call aristocratic manners?"
Although I wasn't there, I could guess seven or eight parts of the scene in the palace. Suddenly, a red light shot
into the sky, exploding into countless stars, eliciting gasps of amazement from outside. My eyes were momentarily blinded by the dazzling
light I sighed softly, put down my pen, and slowly walked to the window, drawing back the curtains to shut out the glitz and glamour
.
The darkness in the room seemed even more profound, much like the black silk dress worn by someone
, subtly shimmering with a unique light. When Liu Mengli, dressed in her finest attire, invited me to a banquet,
my eyes widened in surprise. I hadn't expected her to be entitled to a banquet, and even more unexpectedly, at a time like this, she was
dressed like an old maid. Not only was her chest completely covered by her blouse, but her dress was also a long-sleeved
style .
Faced with her expectant gaze, I could only force a wry smile, offering a few insincere compliments before
quickly ushering her out, finally able to be alone in the room.
Picking up my pen again, I quickly finished reviewing the thick stack of documents on the table. But
after taking the three documents marked "Top Secret" out of the sealed file folder, I only glanced at them a few times before putting down my pen
again , pondering as I rhythmically tapped the table with my index finger.
"I didn't expect Zhao Lei to act so quickly; in just two days, he's calmed
down ."
This was a top-secret document handed to me by a noble, lavishly praising Zhao Lei's abilities while
subtly criticizing me. I frowned and quickly flipped through the other two documents as well.
Although Zhao Lei wasn't the main character, his influence was evident.
Having just arrived at the Imperial Secret Police Department, Zhao Lei had already caused such a stir; I wasn't sure if this was
a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, it could gain Zhao Lei the Emperor's attention, but on the other hand, these achievements
would inevitably attract the attention of certain people.
"Isn't this moving a bit too fast…?"
I knew the nobles weren't good at doing serious work, but their talent for informing was unparalleled. After a slight hesitation
, I picked up and put down the document several times, and after much deliberation, I finally tore it up and put it
in .
Having just taken over the power to monitor officials from the emperor, I dared to conceal information; I felt confident,
at least believing I had three reasons to ensure my safety. However, Zhao Lei didn't have these advantages. It's not the theft itself
that's worrisome, but the constant threat of being targeted. After much thought, I decided it was better to
play it safe. Although this felt somewhat unfair to him, I had to
do it . While rapid progress was exciting, the potential costs of a Great Leap Forward were something we
couldn't afford.
Chapter Sixty-Three:
A gentle evening breeze, the night as still as water. When I finished all my work, it was already midnight.
A chill was in the air, and the streets were deserted, save for the faint chirping of cicadas drifting from the dense forest.
Surprisingly, the lights in the hall were still on when I returned so late. I rang the doorbell several times,
but there was no response from inside; instead, I could faintly hear snoring. Slightly surprised, I pushed open the door and saw that
my mother was already asleep, leaning against the sofa. I didn't wake her, but gently picked her up and carried her to her
bedroom upstairs.
Carefully taking off her shoes and socks, I took a white pill from the desk drawer and fed it
to . The pill was extremely bitter; as soon as it entered her mouth, my mother frowned and tried to spit it out. In a moment of urgency, I
could only kiss her lips and use my mouth to push the pill down.
"You said she searched the entire house before she left?" After finishing these tasks, I
couldn't wait to call out to the shadowy figure.
"Yes."
Knowing the matter was serious, the shadowy figure lowered his head and thought for a moment before answering with certainty. Hearing this, I
frowned , thinking about how I had been so cautious lately. What was my aunt's purpose in searching for me? My
good mood was now in complete disarray.
"Tell Zhao Lei I need to meet him."
Either something's wrong with me, or something's wrong with him, or maybe nothing at all. But
whatever the case, it's better to be cautious. The next morning, Ling'er stayed in her room, refusing to come out, but she ate some of
the breakfast her mother brought . Yesterday's events made me feel guilty towards my mother. Before leaving, I handed her a new letter and asked, "Do you want to stay and take care of our daughter today, or come out with me?" My mother didn't answer my question. She carefully held the envelope in her hands, remaining silent for a moment. I assumed she was still thinking about yesterday's events, which was why she wasn't answering. My expression darkened, and I sighed, "Never mind, I'm leaving." But then, tears suddenly began to fall onto the envelope. Her crying made me extremely uncomfortable, and I felt even more guilty towards her. I quickly went over and wiped her tears with my sleeve, but the more I wiped, the harder my mother cried. Now, I truly didn't know what to do. I was frantic, scratching my head in frustration, but helpless. I could only stand there dumbfounded, letting her cry her heart out. She cried for almost twenty minutes before finally stopping. When she looked up, her eyes were still red and swollen, but she seemed much better. "Master, thank you." With her eyes crinkled and tears streaming down her face, Mom smiled at me, a smile as beautiful as a lily . In my memory, during the happiest and most peaceful time in the Lin family, Mom had smiled at me like that. But now, I...

How could I face that smile? Such is the fickle nature of life. Clutching my chest, I couldn't
say anything, I was beyond words, and fled in a panic.
Go further and further away, that was the only thought in my mind. I drove a
long way, my heart still pounding wildly. The scenery outside kept receding, but memories kept flooding back.
Finally, I couldn't control my emotions anymore; my nose stung, and I pulled the car over to the side of the road and burst into tears.
When I entered the office, Liu Mengli was eating lunch in small bites. Seeing me come in, she put down her chopsticks,
her face stiffening. She was about to say something, but seeing my red and swollen eyes and troubled expression, she stopped
.
I sat down at my desk with a somber expression, neither working nor speaking, but simply picking up a pen, pulling out a stack of
white paper, and writing furiously. However, after only a few lines, I irritably crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it angrily on the floor. I
kept writing and throwing papers, and soon the floor was covered in crumpled pieces. Liu Mengli frowned, her lips pursed
, muttering to herself, but she was even more afraid to provoke me.
Finally, the last sheet of paper was ruined, and in my anger, I smashed my pen on the floor.
"Ah! Ah! I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
I stood up and yelled, sweeping all the documents off the floor, making a
mess . Still not satisfied, I stomped on the pen several times until ink was everywhere, then
stopped, panting.
All of this startled Liu Mengli, who stammered, "I...I...I'll go out first."
She carefully closed her lunchbox, afraid of making a sound, lowered her head, and got up to leave. I
ignored her, gave a cold snort, which startled her so much that she stumbled and almost fell, running out as if her life depended on it.
After she left, I was the only one left in the office. My expression changed, and my anger
vanished .
I closed the door behind me, looked around the office, sighed, shook my head with a wry smile,
bent down to pick up the scattered documents one by one, took out a new pen, composed myself, and resumed writing
furiously.
Time flew by, and before I knew it, the sun was setting outside the window, and twilight was deepening.
"Knock, knock, knock." Just then, a series of urgent knocks on the door startled me awake. Two thoughts flashed through my mind
at the same time . I quickly got up, my face changing drastically, and shouted angrily, "Who is it!"
"I'm from the Imperial Secret Police Department. I need Mr. X's cooperation in investigating some matters,"
a young man's voice came in, neither humble nor arrogant. My face lit up with joy, and I relaxed,
continuing to curse, "Damn it, I'm not seeing anyone right now!"
My outburst startled me, causing the sound of high heels clicking rapidly behind me.
"Mr. X, isn't that right! I'm so sorry! This man insisted on coming to see you, I really couldn't stop him!"
Liu Mengli hurriedly explained.
But the man beside her didn't seem to care and said firmly, "Mr. X, I must see you today
, please forgive me." After saying that, he pushed open the door and came in.
As soon as he came in, he bowed slightly and made a gesture to me with his back to Liu Mengli. I understood,
glanced at him guiltily, and said angrily, "You bastard! You really have the guts to come in!"
I grabbed a wooden chair with my left hand, rushed forward, and smashed it down on his temple.
The man immediately passed out, lying motionless on the ground, his life hanging in the balance. I still wouldn't let him go,
swinging the wooden chair and hitting his legs several times. There was a "crack" sound, and his legs bent into a
strange shape, apparently broken.
I then stomped on his stomach several times, before throwing the wooden stool against the wall and
pointing at the man at Liu Mengli, saying, "Come here, drag this eyesore away." My menacing
aura terrified Liu Mengli, who trembled and leaned against the wall, afraid to take a step forward, and began to cry in fear.
Seeing her cry, I fiercely cursed, "What are you crying for? If you cry again, I'll break your legs too!"
I picked up a stack of documents and threw them at her. The papers were light, and they scattered in the air as soon as they left my hand.
Although they didn't actually hit her, they still made her scream repeatedly, "No! Don't break my legs!"
Liu Mengli quickly pursed her lips and dragged the man away.
I had really gone too far; the ground, the wall, and the doorway were all covered in the man's blood. It tasted salty and
sticky, making me very uneasy. Holding my nose, I didn't close the door. I opened the window, letting
the gentle breeze slightly dilute the stench of blood, which made me feel a little better.
Standing by the window, I gazed at the flock of white doves flying freely in the sky, wondering
when would end. The setting sun was blood-red, and the new moon rose, filling me with endless sorrow. I don't know how much time passed, but then
all the lights in the houses were on, and in the darkness, I stood alone by the window, lost in thought.
Suddenly, there was another knock at the door. My heart sank, and I quickly turned around
to see Zhao Lei and a dozen or so men standing outside with hostile expressions. I didn't recognize a single face among them. Liu Mengli
stood far behind them, looking at me with worry.
Exchanging glances with his subordinates behind him, Zhao Lei stepped forward, leaned lazily against the door, and smiled at me,
saying, "You're quite the big shot, breaking both of my men's legs without a word. Although he's not your
old acquaintance, he's still a member of the Imperial Secret Police; shouldn't you at least give him some face?"
Seeing it was him, I lowered my guard, gave him a disdainful once-over, and coldly said, "
What , you want to come and interrogate me? You're not qualified!"
Humiliated like this, Zhao... Lei's smile deepened. He raised his hand to stop his excited subordinates. He looked down at the bloodstains
on the ground , tapping his fingertips on the door a few times. Suddenly, he looked up and provocatively
asked, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
Hearing this, I pointed at him and laughed loudly, "You've got guts!"
Then, my face suddenly turned cold. I looked at him sideways and said, "If it is, then come in boldly. If it isn't, then get out of here. Whether you come
in or leave is up to you."
Instantly, the atmosphere became tense, like a storm brewing. By now, the emotions
had been building up. Zhao Lei gave a haughty snort, strode forward, and said, "Since I'm here, I
won't back down." He slammed the door shut, keeping all the irrelevant people outside.
As soon as the door closed, Zhao Lei sat down in my seat with a disgruntled expression and mouthed to me, "Don't you
know I've been very busy lately? Okay, what did you call me here for?"
Time was of the essence, so I didn't waste any time and recounted everything that had happened yesterday. Zhao Lei also
answered some of my questions. It turned out that shortly after Ling'er's disappearance, the Jin family had personally come to the Li family to discuss
a marriage alliance. After my outburst at the school that day, I even brought Jin Min to their home that night, not leaving until the
early .
Meanwhile, Zhao Lei, aware of my aunt's unusual behavior, suggested sending someone to assassinate her to end it all.
I immediately glared at him fiercely and he then changed his tune, saying he would send someone to secretly monitor her, but his face already showed
genuine anger.
He stormed forward, grabbing my collar and silently roaring, "This won't work, that won't work!
What do you want me to do?! Even though Long tells me to listen to you, I'm not your subordinate!"
I was already in a bad mood and was about to yell back, but then something in my pocket
started beeping, drawing our attention. I snapped to attention, remembering something, and
quickly pulled out my device. The third red dot had appeared on the dashboard…
Chapter Sixty-Four
: Night. A gentle breeze, dark clouds, a deep moon, and unbearably sultry heat. Under the moonlight, a two-story white building
nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by sentry posts and barbed wire, with giant searchlights flashing back and forth—clearly
heavily guarded. Not far away, a stream meandered through the valley, separating the building from the surrounding dense forest. At this moment
, Zhao Lei and I, along with ten others, lay prone deep in the dense forest, clad in yellow-green plant camouflage suits, our faces painted with camouflage
paint, waiting for our chance.
Three days had passed since the third red dot appeared. In these three days, Ling'er hadn't
stepped out of her room, and my aunt had consistently claimed illness and refused to see me. However, my biggest worry was Zhao Lei.
That day , he fired several shots at Long's head, thankfully using metal bullets that dissolved into liquid upon entering the body and
seeped into the skin, preventing the old man's death.
But since then, he had been haunted by a demon. Now, like us, he had changed his appearance,
lying prone at the far end, a sniper rifle in his arms, his murderous aura radiating from him, no one daring to approach him.
I gazed at his figure, thinking, "Zhao Lei, if you can't overcome this hurdle and insist
on acting rashly , then all is lost. If you do, you'll possess both wisdom and courage, and great things can be accomplished. However, the hurdle of love is hard to overcome,
as it has always been. And he's not the only one among us who is pitiful and lamentable."
As my thoughts drifted, memories of the past flooded my mind, and recalling the four beauties around me, I was also deeply saddened.
In my sorrow, a fierce wind rose, and soon it covered the sky and blocked out the moon. With a whoosh, the dark clouds in the sky had already gathered into
a ball , and thunder rumbled heavily, pressing down.
I looked up and saw silver snakes dancing wildly in the sky. With a "crack," the rain poured down, and for a moment,
only the sounds of wind and rain could be heard between heaven and earth. I clenched my fist, thinking that this was the moment. With a wave of my hand, everyone behind
me rose up together, transformed into ghosts, and threw themselves into the void.
In the darkness, Zhao Lei disregarded formation, grabbed his sniper rifle, and charged ahead. Seeing the situation
was dire chase. Suddenly, two rows of footprints appeared out of thin air, pointing directly to the sentry post.
A bad feeling washed over me. Looking through my thermal imaging camera, I saw Zhao Lei, taking advantage of the rain, had already crept alone to
the front and opened fire!
"Crack! Crash!" Glass shattered everywhere.
Without the searchlights, the guards quickly sounded the alarm. The fifty-odd men who rushed out of the post dared not
advance rashly , forming two rows back-to-back and firing wildly!
But the surrounding darkness and the torrential rain severely reduced visibility, wasting ammunition
. Even Zhao Lei's stealthy approach went unnoticed.
Climbing over the last barbed wire fence, Zhao Lei drew a black steel single-edged longsword, gripped it tightly, and took
a half-step . Suddenly, he roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the raindrops. The enemy froze in place! Seizing the opportunity, he
rushed forward and thrust his blade towards the throat of the central guard! Instantly, gunfire erupted, but Zhao Lei remained calm. With a flick of
his wrist he reversed his grip on the blade and charged into the midst of the enemy.
A flash of red light appeared where he passed, and seven or eight men instantly clutched their throats, lying on the ground, blood gushing from their fingertips—their
lives hanging by a thread. But to fight a thousand men alone is something only a great hero can accomplish! In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed!
Spots of crimson blood mingled with the mud and water, clinging to Zhao Lei's clothes!
"Kill!"
The enemy's morale soared, and they charged at him like tigers descending a mountain! Zhao Lei felt the surrounding air
tighten, the pressure intensify, and without hesitation, he met the attack head-on!
The sound of blades clashing rang out, and blood flashed! After several clangs, with each spark that ignited in the darkness,
another wound appeared on his body! If the guards hadn't been mindful of the close proximity and the risk of accidentally injuring their own men, they wouldn't have resorted to bayonet charges to
fight him to the death! Otherwise, the overwhelming numerical disparity would have been enough to kill him on the spot!
Meanwhile, I also reached the outside of the small building, but given the situation, I dared not rush forward.
Cursing inwardly, I lay down wherever I was far enough away from him.
Zhao Lei fought desperately through the enemy ranks, finally finding an opening and
enduring three blows to his right ribs before breaking free!
As Zhao Lei's mind eased slightly, his legs suddenly gave way, his vision blurred, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. At that moment,
footsteps approached in layers. He quickly looked up and saw enemies all around him, surrounding him.
The rain intensified, each drop stinging his skin. A chill crept over Zhao Lei;
his fingers pale as he gripped his sword hilt tightly, though his complexion remained as ruddy as ever.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, there was no regret in his eyes. The excruciating pain only fueled his
unyielding pride ! A sharp blade gripped his hand, and he raised his head, letting out a long howl. He then discarded his disguise, tossing it to the ground.
He lightly wiped the blood from his mouth with the rain, laughing loudly, "You lackeys, all of you, come at me!"
Blade in hand, he had already disregarded life and death.
Seeing his foolish performance, I cursed him inwardly, "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! What a complete
idiot !"
His display was certainly satisfying; just moments ago, only nearby enemies could
locate . Now, even distant enemies were aiming their guns at him. He had ruined a perfectly good infiltration operation
; how could I not call him stupid!
On the watchtower, a sniper had just aimed his rifle at Zhao Lei's chest when a chill ran down his spine. He quickly shifted
a few inches to the right. Looking through the scope, he saw a dark, half-inch muzzle already aimed at him. "Bang!"
A pistol bullet pierced the scope and struck his right eye.
With a muffled thud, the man's body went limp, and he crashed heavily to the ground.
This caused the enemies around Zhao Lei to slow their movements. After a moment's hesitation, they split into two groups, dozens of them heading towards my direction
. Taking advantage of this last opportunity, I fired several shots, instantly killing several more men who
fell .
With just a pistol, I had taken several lives. However, marksmanship is incredibly mentally taxing; my head was throbbing. Even though I could
clearly see three more snipers standing in the distance, I had no choice but to deactivate my stealth and rush out.
Fortunately, the enemy wasn't numerous, and there was still room to dodge and move amidst the hail of bullets. Although I inevitably took
a few hits, I managed to avoid many bullets.
As soon as I appeared, the other seven attacked simultaneously, constantly shifting positions in mid-air to cover my advance towards
Zhao Lei! But the further I went, the greater the resistance became. In the midst of the fight, bullets grazed my hair, and blood
seeped from my hair, mingling with the rain and flowing into my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, three men were already
pointing guns !
In the face of life and death, I couldn't care less. Veins bulged on my forehead, my eyes turned bloodshot, and I instantly stood up!
At a glance, everything in the world seemed to slow down in my eyes. The rain was no longer a continuous stream, but rather
falling drop by drop before my eyes!
With a roar, my two guns flew through my hands. The gunfire erupted, and the remaining forty-seven bullets in my magazine
were all fired in a mere half-second! With a few "thumps," the enemies scattered to the ground. Within a ten-meter radius,
no one else stood except me!
At this moment, the pressure on Zhao Lei lessened sharply. In an instant, all the enemies in front of him were cut down to the ground. Seeing the small building
in sight, Zhao Lei's face lit up with joy. He was about to use this momentum to charge in, but after taking only a few steps, he seemed to suddenly
remember something and abruptly turned back to look at me. Like
killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own, after the outburst, I felt a darkness before my eyes, and I collapsed to my knees, my face
contorted in agony. Blood began to seep from my nose and ears, my mouth tasted sweet, and I spat out a mouthful of blood.
At that moment, someone in the distance shouted, "It's gunmanship! He used gunmanship!"
The guards ' expressions changed drastically, leaving only a few to continue surrounding Zhao Lei while the rest charged towards me.
I dodged and weaved through the enemy ranks, my gun empty, like
a , fallen and utterly pathetic.
I knew in my heart that once this last breath was released, it might be my death. However, if I died so easily
, wouldn't all the future I had learned about in Japan have been nothing but a dream?
Seeing me teetering on the brink of death, Zhao Lei grew restless. He almost stepped forward, but couldn't shake off his
hesitation, shouting, "Get out of my way!" He turned back, his eyes filled with resolve. This time, Zhao
Lei was truly risking his life, chasing the enemy ranks and fighting his way to me without taking a single step backward.
Back to back with him, facing the overwhelming enemy, I calmly took out my magazine to reload and said,
"What are you doing here?"
Zhao Lei replied, "You saved me, so I came to save you."
His words had barely left his lips when he suddenly groaned, his left hand hanging limply. A gruesome bullet hole ripped through his left shoulder
, rendering him temporarily useless.
Such was the bond between brothers in life and death.
A warmth welled up in my heart, and my previously weak hands rose again. I quipped, "Save me, or
you die."
"Hmph,"
Zhao Lei chuckled, "You shouldn't die either."
Amidst the banter, our two groups silently formed a standoff. The enemy slowly approached, but intimidated by
the calm in our eyes, none of the remaining dozens dared to step forward. But someone had to
step up.
Ignoring my own safety, I silently counted to three, my eyes bloodshot, and once again unleashed my gun, my killing intent
overwhelming the enemy.
Zhao Lei also raised his knife overhead, leaned back, and in an instant, we charged out together! On
the sixty-fifth
watchtower, the three snipers were still waiting. They hadn't fired a single shot from beginning to end, silently watching
us wipe out the guards.
I pulled my gaze back, rubbed my head, and fired two more shots into the head of the groaning guard beside me.
I asked Zhao Lei, "Hey, are you dead yet?"
Zhao Lei replied weakly, "Almost, not dead."
He stepped on the enemy's abdomen, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and pulled
back .
I looked at him; the exhaustion in our eyes was undeniable. My twin pistols felt much heavier; I
thought, Zhao Lei felt the same.
I sighed inwardly, my fingers trembling slightly as I pointed towards the small building, saying, "Good, you're not dead. Let's go."
Zhao Lei didn't answer, but tore off a corner of his shirt, looked at the small building, and wiped the longsword in his hand repeatedly. After a
long pause, he threw the blood-stained cloth on the ground and gave a faint "hmm."
Silent until the moment of truth! In the heavy rain, two figures rushed to the front door of the small building and then separated. I saw Zhao
Lei lightly tap the wall three times with his toes and then vault over. I stood against the wall, took a deep
breath , and pushed off with both feet, launching myself backward.
In mid-air, I fired at the guard tower; three shots rang out, two snipers were killed instantly, and one
remained unharmed. A sense of foreboding washed over me. I instinctively rolled on the ground, but it was too
late. A loud bang followed, a burning sensation spread across my chest, and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, I found myself wrapped in bandages, lying on the floor of a shabby room. The rain outside
continued to pour, dripping incessantly against the windows. The room was pitch black,
without a single light.
I was filled with anxiety, wondering where I was. Suddenly, a flash of lightning
illuminated the room. Taking this opportunity, I noticed an acquaintance looking out the window not far from me.
I felt relieved, but before I could speak, my mouth filled with blood and foam, which I spat onto the ground.
Hearing the noise, the man tentatively asked, "Sir?"
At the same time, he broke off a piece of a blue glow stick and shone it on me. When he saw that I was truly awake, his face lit up with joy, and he immediately…
He came over and helped me sit up, saying, "Sir! You're awake!"
I felt a tightness in my left chest, knowing my lung was injured, so I didn't speak and just nodded gently.
He dipped his hand in blood and wrote on the ground, "Where are the others?"
Upon seeing the words, he trembled, his face filled with resentment. At that moment, sporadic gunshots suddenly
rang out outside. He immediately rushed to the window, anxiously looking into the distance. Unable to move, I could only lean against the wall
, silently circulating my internal energy to heal my injuries while nervously watching him.
Gradually, the gunshots subsided, and his face grew increasingly grim.
"Get out of the way!"
With a loud shout, the gunshots outside abruptly stopped! I was pondering who had uttered that familiar shout when
the man stared blankly out the window, as if in a daze, muttering, "How could this be
... how could this be..."
Then suddenly his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, pounding the earth with his fists and bursting into tears.
I knew something terrible had happened, so I hurriedly wrote, "What's wrong?"
He ignored me, crying loudly for a while, then suddenly glanced at me silently, got up, and started to leave. Sensing
something was wrong ,
I grabbed him as he passed by! He shook me off, breaking free. Without thinking, I clutched my chest, stood up, and grabbed him again. This time he
didn't struggle, but turned to look at me. I glared back coldly, coughed violently several times, spitting out blood, and said, "If you want to
die, I won't stop you. But what about those who died? Weren't their lives wasted?"
Hearing this, the man's face turned pale, and he dared not look at me again, lowering his head inch by inch, saying, "
Sir , I'm sorry."
Seeing that he had quieted down, I sighed, patted his shoulder forcefully, said nothing more, and turned
to walk towards the door.
He followed, supporting me while anxiously saying, "Sir, you're injured like this,
you can't move!"
I pushed him away, thinking that now was not an opportunity to miss, and said softly,
"We've come this far, I can't stop." With that, I pushed open the door and went out.
The moment the door opened, I knew I'd made the right bet. A smile played on my lips as I confidently directed the man to help me
to a three-meter-high alloy door. Enemies appeared frequently along the way, but I anticipated their presence
and easily avoided them.
In front of the man, I skillfully entered a thirty-six-digit numerical password. The man froze
, speechless, and cautiously took a step back. Pretending not to notice, I took the elevator down to the second basement level with him
. As soon as the door opened, I shot him dead.
I carried the body to the elevator entrance, clapped my hands, and stood in the center of the vast lobby.
The place was empty except for two large doors, one black and one white, facing each other. I pulled
a device from my pocket, looked at the red dot on it, and muttered to myself, "The first section is complete, but the second
isn't here… So, where is Grandpa?"
Without guidance, I could only shrink the display. Fortunately, the third red dot was hidden
behind . The thought that my long-lost Grandpa might be behind that door filled me with joy, and I turned to walk towards the black door. The closer
I got to the black door, the more nervous I became, and my hurried, joyful steps gradually slowed. I feared that
this dream would end in vain, my heart filled with turmoil and inner conflict.
I moved forward inch by inch for this final stretch. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the black door also had
the same digital combination lock.
I hesitated for a moment, then entered a set of numbers. The door didn't open. Displeased, I glanced back at the white door and
sighed, "Neither of these two sets of passwords is correct. I suppose the next one will be wrong too."
However, I was prepared. I pulled out a black box, about fifteen centimeters in size, with a metal casing. One side had
a screen, and the other had four suction cups.
I attached this little thing to the lock, and soon the numbers on the screen flipped, displaying over a dozen
passwords . I entered them in order from top to bottom, up to the sixth one. With a "click," the door opened.
"Yes!"
I jumped up excitedly! Instantly, I felt my injuries were mostly healed. Overwhelmed with excitement,
I shouted, "Grandpa! It's me! Grandpa! It's me!"
But no one answered; only my shouts echoed lonely in the hall.
A chill ran through me. I closed my eyes, gripped the doorknob tightly, and gritted my teeth before daring to push the door open. Upon opening the door, a pungent
smell of burning filled the air. I covered my nose and nervously looked around, but the room was littered with charred objects;
there was no sign of anyone.
Panicked, I wondered if Grandpa wasn't here. Undeterred, I searched frantically and finally
found an old man among a pile of charcoal.
The old man was emaciated, his face blackened, without a single hair or eyebrow. He
was wrapped in a few tattered, burnt rags, his eyes closed, curled up there, barely alive. I froze, thinking, "Is this
Grandpa? How come he doesn't resemble the person I saw in the second part of the future at all?"
Lost in thought, the old man awoke. Startled to see me, he clutched the tattered cloth to his head, crying out
in terror , "Go! Go! Go!"
Anxious, I grabbed the cloth and cried out, "Grandpa! Grandpa! It's me, Fan'er! Fan'er
!"
The old man buried his head, avoiding my gaze, flailing his arms and making loud, wailing noises. After a few blows
, I grew angry, grabbed his hands, and roared, "Grandpa!"
Hearing this, the old man froze, stealing a glance at me. Seeing me glaring at him, his eyes widened in terror. He shoved me aside, screaming
"Ahhh…" and rushed out.
A tightness gripped my chest; a faint red stain appeared on the gauze. I had to catch my breath before stumbling after him
. At that moment, the old man was shouting and yelling by the white door. I seized the opportunity to grab him from behind. He turned
and saw me, opening his mouth to bite, but I dodged to the side and struck him on the back of the head.
"Thud!"
The old man fainted. I breathed a sigh of relief and hoisted him onto my shoulder. Only then did I realize
how light he was; he was practically just bones.
I felt pity, yet suddenly, I secretly hoped he wasn't my grandfather.
The thought startled me, and I immediately raised my right hand and slapped myself hard, yelling,
"You beast! How dare you think such a thing! So what if he's thin and confused? If he's family, you can't just abandon him!"
"Him!"
I covered my right cheek, feeling ashamed, and quickly banished this shameful thought. Just then, a
kind : "Are you the children?"
I quickly replied, "Yes! Yes! Long! It's me!"
My face lit up with joy, thinking that I had finally accomplished something. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that I had left the cipher machine at the black door. Just as I was
about to retrieve it, I heard Long ask happily, "It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here. Lei'er, why isn't Lei'er saying
anything?"
I froze, my heart turning cold. I hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, Long. Zhao Lei
isn't here... But he's alright. Please wait for me patiently for a while. After I rescue you, we'll
go see him together."
After hearing this, Long sighed deeply inside the door and said, "Why did you lie to me? I imagine Lei'er's situation
must be dire. Oh well, he's destined not to die, so why should I worry? I just... I just want to see him before I die
..."
After saying this, Long coughed several times and sighed again, "Lei'er..." and then fell silent.
A wave of guilt washed over me. I called out to Long several times, but received no answer, which only deepened my remorse. So I fell
silent gently placing the old man on the ground, and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his face devoid of any trace of age or decay! He
roared , his right hand in a tiger's claw shape, his left hand in a crane's beak, lunging at me with the ferocity of a tiger and crane! Caught off
guard, he seized my throat, and in an instant, my life was in his hands.
The old man's grip on my throat was excruciating. I quickly tilted my head back and struck him with my head! At the same time, I clenched my fists and pounded his
ribs , a three-pronged attack to force him to release me!
Unexpectedly, the old man was incredibly skilled. Facing the incoming punches, he neither dodged nor evaded, his words laced with seven parts pride and three parts
arrogance . He said, "The magnificence of Chinese martial arts is far beyond the reach of crude military combat techniques! Today, I'll show you
!"
With that, he met my head head-on with his forehead, then spun his palm in a perfect
half-circle in the air, blocking my fists' path. In the midst of his laughter, he had deflected all my attacks.
Instantly, I felt as if my head had been hit by a train; I saw stars and my head throbbed with pain! My fists felt like they had struck
a stone door, the shock causing my fingers to loosen and my hands to tremble uncontrollably! In a daze, I knew something was wrong and hurriedly
clenched my fists and retreated!
The old man chuckled and said, "Trying to run? Not so easy!" He then changed his palm into a claw
, seizing my left wrist and twisting it backward. I felt a sharp pain in my wrist and could no longer move.
The old man forced me to turn over so I was facing him. He raised an eyebrow, smiled slightly, and asked in a leisurely tone,
"Young man, what brings you here?" He acted like a wise and experienced elder. However, because he was
bald, dressed in beggar's clothes, and covered in black mud, his demeanor only made him a laughingstock.
His once-dashing eyebrow raise turned into two smears of mud; his mature chuckle only revealed his
yellow teeth; and his leisurely words reeked of a foul stench.
I couldn't bear it any longer and quickly held my breath, saying in a muffled voice, "Stop, stop, old man!
Don't you know this style is really unsuitable for you? And how long has it been since you brushed your teeth
?"
The old man looked at his own actions with suspicion, muttering something to himself. Though his voice was soft, I heard him
clearly. I chuckled inwardly, then casually mimicked the old man's tone, using a high-pitched voice, "Aren't all the great masters like
this? That's right, isn't it?"
Then, changing my tone, I countered, "Old man, so-called senior masters all have long beards that flow down
their waists , plus an air of otherworldly grace, and flowing white robes. Can you pull it off with your charcoal-black attire?"
The old man immediately fell silent, not saying a word, only grunting and grimacing, his face clearly showing his dissatisfaction. I
couldn't help but laugh a few more times, which made the old man's face turn red with embarrassment. He snapped, "I'm going to pretend!
So what if I'm going to pretend! Humph! Humph! Humph!"
I smiled wryly and remained silent, ignoring him. I thought he would make a scene, but instead, the old man stopped and muttered
, "Why do I have to pretend? How do I know all this? Me? Me? Who am I..."
As he spoke, he slapped his head hard and cursed, "I'll teach you to forget! I'll beat you, you
idiot ! I'll beat you, you idiot!"
I was completely baffled by the old man's behavior. One moment he seemed like a highly skilled master,
the next he was as mischievous as a child, and now he was acting like a madman.
Countless questions flooded my mind. In the blink of an eye, I seemed to understand something. An
irrepressible thought surged into my mind, and I shouted in his ear, "Lin Long!"
"Lin Long? Who is Lin Long?" The old man was startled and asked me in confusion.
My heart trembled, my eyes dimmed, and I weakly replied, "Lin Long is my grandfather, my long-lost grandfather
..."
The old man exclaimed in surprise, his brows furrowing slightly, and pressed, "Then who are you?"
I stared at him blankly for a moment before answering, "My name is Lin Fan'er..." Then I turned my head away,
ignoring him.
The old man pondered for a while, winking and making faces. Seeing that I didn't speak, he leaned closer and stared at me. Annoyed by his gaze,
I glared back at him irritably.
He grinned, then suddenly held up three fingers and waved them in front of me, his face beaming with
pride. "Didn't you just ask me how long it's been since I brushed my teeth? Look, three years! Three years
!"
I, who had been looking gloomy, burst out laughing at his comical antics.
"Old man," I said, "what's so great about not brushing your teeth for three years! Hahaha, that's hilarious! That's hilarious
!"
Seeing me laugh, the old man uttered a sound of surprise, scratched his head in confusion, and looked quite troubled. Suddenly,
as if had realized something, his eyes lit up, and he shook his head, adopting the air of a senior expert, and asked, "
Young man, when was the last time you rinsed your mouth?"
I replied with a smile, "Just this morning, why?"
Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't contain his joy. He shouted "Oh, oh!" and released me, raising his hands high and
running around the hall on his own, yelling, "Oh, oh! One day is better than three years, I won! I won!"
I was stunned for a moment, then felt laughter surging from all directions, one hand clutching my stomach...
I knelt on the ground, slapping the earth repeatedly with one hand, laughing uncontrollably.
Tears and sweat streamed down my face, and my intestines seemed to be twisting together from laughing. I curled up
, rolling around on the ground like a madman, my face alternating between red and green,
sometimes laughing loudly, sometimes groaning "Ouch, ouch," I couldn't tell if I was happy or suffering.
The old man ran around for a while, then suddenly noticed me rolling on the ground. His face immediately showed envy, and he exclaimed, "Such a
good thing and you didn't let me join in! That's not good!"
He rushed to my side, lay down, and said, "Let's play together!" and
started rolling around on the ground with me.
I had finally managed to stop laughing, but his antics started causing my stomach to hurt again. I cried out, "
No ! No! Ouch! I really can't laugh anymore, I'll laugh myself to death!"
Seeing my discomfort, the old man beamed with delight. He laughed along with me, and cried
out in pain We rolled around, chuckling and laughing, thoroughly enjoying ourselves.
We laughed and joked for a long time until I finally collapsed from exhaustion
, sprawling on the ground, panting heavily.
When the old man saw me stop, he initially clapped his hands and teased me, saying
childish things like, "I won, you lost."
But after a while, he pouted, looking bored, and squatted down beside me, poking my
lower back with his finger, saying, "Boring, boring! Young man, get up and play with me."
By then, I had no strength left. I weakly waved my hand, closed my eyes, and ignored him.
Well, that was it. The old man was furious, yelling and screaming in my ear. In his rage, he pinched a lump of soft
flesh between two fingers and twisted it hard, shouting, "You won't get up, huh? You won't get up, huh? Fine! I'll twist! I'll twist! I'll twist and twist
! Today, I'm going to make you get up!"
I groaned in pain, opened my eyes wide, and looked down at my waist. It was a dark purple welt. I was so angry that my face
stiffened, and I glared at him fiercely. The old man, however, wasn't afraid. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, looking at me with a smile, and said,
"Young man, now that you're awake, get up and play with me!"
Hearing this, most of my anger immediately dissipated. With a wry smile, I looked at him helplessly
and said, "Then, can I rest for a while before playing with you again?"
The old man hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, no! No one has played with me for many years.
What ? No, no, get up quickly!" As soon as he said that, he hurriedly grabbed my clothes and kept
pulling at them, trying to drag me up.
I suddenly felt a nameless anger rise in my heart, snorted coldly, and lay face down on the ground,
ignoring his attempts to pull me up. After a standoff, the old man saw that I was still lying on the ground like a dead fish.
Suddenly, he let go, sat down on the ground with a thud, rubbed his eyes, kicked his legs wildly, and started wailing
like , "Waaah! I just wanted someone to play with me, I'm not trying to kill you or hurt you,
is it really necessary! Waaah! I don't want to play with you anymore!"
His crying was so annoying that I couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at him twice. When the old man heard this, he
immediately burst into tears and started kicking on the ground while crying.
It wasn't until I cried until my voice became hoarse that I curled up and sat up with my back to me, but my shoulders were still shaking. I felt soft for a moment and stepped forward to coax him a few words.
I never thought that it better if I didn't coax him, but this coaxing actually caused trouble.
I looked at the old man's back faintly, sighed softly, and put my hand on his shoulder. Just as I was about to speak,
the old man suddenly shouted: "I don't need you to coax! I don't need you to coax!"
He suddenly turned around and shook my hand off his shoulder! When he looked back at me, there was a faint red light in his pupils!
I knew something was wrong, so I hurriedly retreated! But the old man's movements were so fast that I could only take five steps back before he
threw me to the ground!
The old man was obviously very angry. He swung his fists, aimed at my head and beat me hard. However, he
was very measured and beat me very badly, but he didn't really hurt my muscles or bones. When he stopped, my eyes
were bruised and my gums were loose. With a "pfft," I spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground.
At that moment, I faintly smelled a burning odor, but I was too angry to think, so
I opened my mouth and cursed, "Damn it! You old bastard, just you wait, I'll cut you into eight pieces! After you die, you'll go to the eighteenth level
of hell! You'll be boiled in oil, skinned, and tortured ten thousand times!"
The old man listened as if he had eaten honey, saying to curse a few more times, a few more times. Finally, after I finished cursing
and had my fill, the old man asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you in a fit of rage if you curse me like that?"
I replied with disdain, "Now that my life is in your hands, of course you can do whatever you want with me!
What difference does it make whether I curse or not? By the way, I'm a little tired from all that exercise... Old man, let me
take a nap , and when I'm refreshed, I'll settle the score with you."
With that, I closed my eyes, leaned against the old man's chest, and pretended to fall into a deep sleep.
The old man exclaimed, "Interesting! Interesting! I haven't seen anyone in ages, and here comes such an interesting one!
Interesting ! Very interesting indeed!" He
then picked me up and started walking forward. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and said, "Old man, after I wake up, give me a straight
answer ."
Hearing this, the old man stopped and looked me over with great interest. He didn't speak, but a smile played on his lips, and
his eyes darted around as if he were staring at something extremely amusing!
His gaze ignited a nameless anger within me. I thought, "What are you looking at?" I pursed my lips and glared back
at him with wide eyes!
The old man chuckled, not to be outdone, and glared back at me with wide eyes, shaking his head and occasionally making
a funny face—completely like a mischievous child!
Chapter Sixty-Seven
: Just as we were staring at each other, an unusual
sound The sound was muffled and deep, "thump, thump, thump," making my heart pound.
Not only me, but the old man also noticed the commotion. His face changed drastically, he shouted, and released me,
throwing me to the ground. I cried out "Ouch!" and hurriedly scrambled to my feet, blocking his path.
But he slipped and twisted like an eel, dodging me and disappearing into the spot where I had found him.
No matter how much I cursed and called to him from afar, the old man remained silent.
The incident happened suddenly, and I knew time was short and I had to make a decision quickly. But I stood in the center of the lobby, glancing repeatedly at
the elevator and the dark door, weighing my options, yet my mind remained in turmoil, and I had no idea what to do.
But now, from the elevator, there was a hissing sound of metal cutting, accompanied by sparks, as
it poured down from the upper part of the car. I sensed something was wrong, knowing something serious was about to happen, so I hurriedly ran to the black door, retrieved the instrument, and
held it tightly in my hand.
With the instrument in hand, I felt slightly relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and peered into the black door. At a glance, I saw
the old man sitting on the ground, hugging his legs, curled up, his eyes staring blankly at the ground,
muttering something indistinctly.
But because of the distance, and the piercing sound of metal cutting in the distance, I only vaguely heard:
"I don't want to take medicine... the medicine is so bitter... fire, such a big fire..."
Just a few broken sentences.
I knew these broken sentences must have a deeper meaning, but I couldn't worry about that now. The most urgent thing was to either
return to the white door to rescue Long, or go to the elevator to find out what was going on. I had to choose one of these two options.
For a moment, I found myself caught in a dilemma again. It was then that I realized the power of prophecy
, which sometimes made me feel elated, as if I had everything under control. But losing it, however, filled me with fear of
the unpredictable changes of the future, and I developed a habit of indecisiveness.
As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another. Sure enough, just as I hesitated, a large hole was
cut , and several people jumped out. Almost all of them were wearing dark green military protective suits and
gas helmets; they were thin, each carrying a small, bulging canvas bag on their back, the contents of which were unclear
.
Among them was one shirtless, wearing only wide gray floor-length trousers. He sneered,
threw down the chainsaw he was holding in his right hand, took out a small, silver-white knife, and
stood before the group.
I looked closely and saw that the man had dark skin, broad shoulders, a thick waist, a bald head, a round face, and was over two meters tall. His
thick, dark eyebrows were messy and slanted upwards, and paired with a pair of round, bell-like eyes, he looked every bit the fierce Zhang Fei.
Upon seeing me, he immediately started cursing, "It's you, you cockroach, who made me leave my bed and ruin my
good time ! I'll see what kind of supernatural powers you have to dare cause trouble here!"
His voice was like thunder, followed by a few more cries of "Ah! Ah!" Suddenly, a murderous aura appeared, a flash of white light, and the small
blade cleanly sliced the corpse blocking the elevator in two, the cut perfectly precise!
Instantly, blood splattered in the elevator, and everyone around him retreated, afraid of getting a drop of blood on them.
Only he remained unmoved, his body stained crimson. I was horrified. Although I'd seen countless madmen,
only the Butcher possessed such intense ferocity.
I secretly regretted my hesitation; my current predicament was entirely due to this momentary hesitation. My confidence waned, and I remained
silent, reaching into my robes to grip the pistol tightly.
The man, perhaps amused by my cowardice, smiled slightly, beckoning me with a disdainful, provocative gesture. I knew
this was a ploy to provoke him, so I ignored him, remaining cautiously on guard. His smile deepened. He gestured for the others
to step back, then, with a smile, strolled towards me with leisurely small steps.
Having lost the initiative, I dared not confront him directly. I had assumed his physique would make him rather clumsy,
so I temporarily avoided his attacks, relying solely on hand-to-hand combat.
Simultaneously, I kept my right hand hidden behind my chest, patiently waiting for the opportune moment to strike and kill him instantly.
Unexpectedly, this man was exceptionally agile. The knife darted between his right fingers like a fish,
incredibly After several attempts, I not only failed to gain the upper hand but also inflicted several new wounds,
leaving me battered and bruised. I fought and retreated, gradually being forced into a corner.
Seeing that I had nowhere to run, he gripped the hilt of the knife with two fingers, his expression serious, yet seemingly effortless
. He began to dart his knife, sometimes incredibly fast, sometimes incredibly slow, his movements shifting like a gazelle's horns, leaving no trace
. A sense of impending storm was brewing! I was like a lone boat, struggling to maneuver in this tempest
, utterly helpless.
His speed was lightning-fast, but even when I clearly saw his slow movements, I couldn't dodge
them . Frustrated, I gritted my teeth and endured every blow.
Although the new wounds on my body were shallow, they were relentless. In no time, I was hacked to pieces
, a bloody mess. My limbs ached terribly and felt incredibly
heavy .
The man's movements were becoming increasingly rapid, while my own slowed. In this ebb and flow, I
was on the verge of being felled by his axe at any moment! But just
as one crisis seemed to be averted, another arose! The onlookers, who had been watching from afar, began to quietly
bypass us, taking small amounts of white potion from their backpacks, pouring it into their palms, and crouching towards the old man's hiding place.
I caught a glimpse of this and felt a strange unease. A moment's distraction
gave the opportunity, and he slashed a foot-long gash into my left arm.
Fortunately, the wound was long but not deep, and it didn't damage any bones. I was able to continue wielding my remaining arm and
managed to fight him for several more rounds. He seemed to have the upper hand, and his attacks diminished, gradually shifting from offense to defense. He stopped
fighting me, and I finally found a chance to escape.
As soon as Pu Yi left the battlefield, I hastily retreated, quickly creating a considerable distance between us. The man, however,
remained standing, not pursuing me, but instead sighing deeply, gazing listlessly at the small knife in his hand, and lamenting
, "Utterly boring, utterly boring..."
I didn't know why he spoke like that, but the opportunity was rare, so I ignored him for the time being and turned to look at the black door.
Judging from the attire of the other enemies, they didn't seem like warriors. A plan immediately formed in
my mind. I smiled slightly and charged forward, throwing punches.
Sure enough, as I expected, upon seeing me approach, some ran and collided, some cried out in alarm
, some trembled with fear—no one offered any resistance. I effortlessly rushed into the black door,
grabbed the old man's arm, and pulled him up.
Seeing it was me, the old man's fear lessened somewhat. He didn't speak or resist, letting me drag
him away. Just then, I suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind me! I quickly ducked, and immediately
felt a chill on my head as a large clump of black hair was chopped off in front of my eyes. A burly, dark figure
completely enveloped us from behind.
Without turning around, I knew who the figure was. A thunderous roar rang in my ears: "Give me..."
"Put it down!"
He must have been truly enraged by now, abandoning the myriad variations of his knife technique, simplifying it to a single,
direct thrust aimed at my back! Seeing the dire situation, I smiled, shifted my body,
and hid behind the old man. With a sly grin, I forcefully used the old man as a shield, shoving him into the man's arms.
I then barely managed to muster my shooting skills, bracing myself for blood to flow from my eyes, and
fired !
Two sharp cracks rang out as blood blossomed on the man's right shoulder and left chest, but the
fatal flashed white light and split in two, falling to the ground.
Wounded, the man staggered back a few steps, furious, then driven mad by the
pain . His eyes widened, fierce as an angry Vajra, staring at me as if he wanted to devour
me alive.
Facing the approaching figure, he merely gave a cold laugh and struck the old man's head with his left palm! This time, his attack was fueled by anger
; even before the palm struck, its power was already there. From three zhang away, the wind from his palm made the old man's clothes flutter loudly
.
In this life-or-death moment, the old man regained his senses. His eyes reddened, and his fear vanished.
After letting out several cries of "Ah ah," he returned to his crazed state, raising his palm to meet the attack! I felt the temperature around me suddenly change,
becoming noticeably warmer. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard a "crack," and the old man's and the other man's palms were already
pressed together!
This kind of head-on clash of strength is the simplest and most direct, leaving no room for deception
. The winner and loser are immediately apparent. It seems that the old man is more skilled. As soon as he withdrew his hand, the other man's hand lay limp on
his arm , completely useless.
Despite the excruciating pain, the man remained silent, his eyes unmoving, as if the severed hand were not part of
his own body. The old man stared intently at his face, but his expression changed drastically when he recognized the man.
The man seemed to recognize the old man, giving him a cold snort and cursing, "You old bastard, get out of
here!"
This startled the old man, who hurriedly lowered his head and made way for him, fleeing in a flash.
My original intention was to use the old man to entangle the man while I returned to the White Gate to rescue Long.
But fate had other plans, and I could only smile bitterly and swallow my bitter pill. Seeing the situation was turning against me,
I aimed at the man's vital points and fired all the remaining bullets with my marksmanship. Without checking
the effect , I got up and fled.
Sure enough, after a few "bangs," without the man moving an inch, all the bullets were split in two and
fell to the ground. However, he wasn't faring any better. Not only was blood gushing from his wounds, but blood was also seeping from the corner of his eye
.
Yet, the more pain he felt, the wider his smile grew. His eyes widened, and he roared, "You little bastard,
you think you're the only one who knows how to shoot?! I didn't believe the Empire's ultimate techniques would be found
in , but I've paid the price for underestimating you. Now, you can die!"
With that, he turned back to the elevator, picked up the chainsaw with one hand, and charged at me furiously.
At that moment, I had already escaped to the white door and attached the PIN pad to the lock. But as the numbers flashed, the man
was already behind me, raising the chainsaw high to strike above my head! I quickly dodged to the side, but sparks
flew as a crack slammed into the white door halfway behind me—a truly perilous moment.
Missing his first strike, the man's face grew even more ferocious. He roared, and with a flick of his wrist, he forcefully
changed the upward slash into a horizontal one, aiming diagonally at my waist! I had no time to spare; I lunged forward, landing on
the ground , barely avoiding the cleavage.
But even so, the man wouldn't let me go. His attack changed again; he stepped forward, his chainsaw slashing downwards,
clearly intent on killing me!
In this life-or-death situation, I could only resort to my gunmanship again, not to repel the enemy, but simply to survive. Although blood seeped from my ears, eyes,
and nostrils , I managed to stay alive for the time being. Seeing his prey slip away, the
man wasn't angry at all; instead, he chuckled and said, "I'd like to see how many more times you can use your gunmanship!"
With that, he swung his chainsaw at me! Every move targeted my vital points. Forced into a corner, I
could only repeatedly use my gunmanship to fight him off.
The man was extremely clever. When I used my shooting skills, he carefully created distance, his defenses
subtle and impenetrable. But when I caught my breath, he unleashed a powerful, sweeping attack, forcing me
into a direct confrontation! In this back-and-forth, I was gradually worn down, while he reserved his strength, silently
baring his fangs, waiting for me to weaken so he could devour me whole!
I knew it was a trap, but I couldn't avoid it. Fortunately, the cipher machine had
already remaining. Overjoyed, I suppressed my headache and used my shooting skills twice more, finally
forcing the man back. Taking advantage of the moment, I reached for the door lock and entered the first number! Seeing my desperate efforts, the man knew something
was amiss and instantly made a decision. He no longer held back and unleashed his shooting skills at me!
This time, he went all out, and I finally couldn't dodge. A gaping wound opened in my left shoulder, blood gushing out, and
half my body went numb. At that moment, another whooshing sound came from behind. I ignored my injury and didn't retaliate,
but gritted my teeth and entered the second set of numbers, gambling my life and death on it, relying solely on fate!
The man exclaimed, secretly admiring my courage. But his movements didn't slow down
at all ; the chainsaw flashed white light, aiming for my neck!
But then, the situation suddenly changed!
A withered hand suddenly emerged from the crack in the door, and with a single finger, it
lightly , severing the deadly white light in two, which clattered to the ground!
Chapter Sixty-Eight
: Since ancient times, all things have happened; even if you are a peerless hero, in the end, fate is hard to defy! Some say that human will can overcome fate.
But what hero was Xiang Yu, who committed suicide at the Wujiang River? Yet, the empire was still won by Liu Bang, a mere child. And Emperor Chongzhen, despite
his diligence , ultimately became a ruler who lost his country, meeting a tragic end by hanging himself. These examples clearly
demonstrate that destiny is predetermined and cannot be defied by human effort.
Look at that burly, strong man; he had the upper hand, was bold yet meticulous, knew how to use strategy, possessed brute strength, and knew when to advance and retreat. Though merely
a butcher , he was still a formidable figure. At this moment, believing victory was assured, he lowered his guard and only attacked…
They didn't guard me, treating me like a lamb to the slaughter. But who would have thought that everything would change so quickly?
Suddenly, the chainsaw snapped, gunshots rang out, and he panicked, desperately trying to defend himself, but he was still just flesh
and blood—how could he possibly fight against metal! After several loud thuds, a large hole appeared between his eyebrows, from which white, gray
, and red fluids poured out. Then, his body arched backward, falling to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open
, a death without peace.
Aside from such a scoundrel, I felt a slight sense of relief, but then I felt excruciating pain all over my body, my head spun,
my legs went weak, and I slumped forward. Fortunately, seeing me covered in blood, Long knew things were bad. Seeing me sway, he immediately
reached out and supported me, saying, "I heard many noises inside, so I knew you were in a
precarious , but I didn't expect you to be injured like this."
My heart warmed, and without speaking, I forced a smile and looked closely at him. In just one month, Long's
hair had turned completely white, he wore only a thin shirt and trousers, and his body was covered in bruises. Inside the white door, everything was made of white ceramic
, some in pieces, some in vessels, some in bricks, all seamlessly integrated, leaving no trace.
I saw specks of blue blood on the pieces of white ceramic; Long must have
suffered . Although he was thin, he stood ramrod straight, his proud spirit possessing an inherent air of authority. His eyes
were still as bright and piercing as ever, filled with compassion when he looked at me.
My nose stung, and I almost cried, but fearing that Long would laugh at me for acting like a child, I forced myself to stop
and said, bowing my head, "I'm sorry for coming so late to rescue you, for making you suffer."
Long noticed that I was looking at his wounds and couldn't lift my head. After a moment's thought, he understood my guilt,
and then smiled faintly, saying, "This little bit of suffering is nothing." Being in the enemy camp, enduring torture and all sorts of cruelty
, he used only seven words to lightly brush aside all the suffering.
I finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down my face without a word. Long didn't laugh at me for it; instead, he wiped away my tears, patted my
shoulder, and gently encouraged me, asking, "Have you found the person you were looking for?"
Only then did I remember the old man and hurriedly turned back to look for him. After the thugs died,
the remaining enemies, realizing the situation was dire, all fled in the elevator, leaving only the old man alone,
crouching in the corner, his hands covering his head, motionless, seemingly afraid of something. I felt relieved. Although
I didn't know his true identity, being imprisoned here indicated his importance.
Supported by Long, I limped to the old man's side. Along the way, the ground was littered
with items discarded by the fleeing enemies: syringes, pills, powders—a variety of medicines scattered
about . As we walked, Long and I accidentally got some on our trouser legs. However, our clothes
were already filthy, so we didn't care and let it get dirty.
Little did we know that this oversight would lead us to a great secret. Upon seeing the white powder, the old man
scrambled away, preventing us from getting close. Just as I was wondering what was going on, Long picked up
a pinch of powder and held it to his nose, examining it closely. His brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and when he looked at the old man,
his eyes were filled with pity.
Curious, I copied him, picking up a little powder and sniffing it. I discovered that it had no
pungent smell at all; instead, it had a faint sandalwood scent that lingered around my nose.
Intrigued, I asked Long, "What is this? Why does it smell so good?"
Long thought for a moment and replied, "It's a powerful heart sedative, mainly used to treat arrhythmia,
and 's also remarkably effective for many heart conditions. However, because its production process is complex and the raw materials are expensive and hard to find, although many people
know of its existence, it's something that's difficult to obtain even with a large sum of money."
Full of doubt, I sniffed the powder a few more times and pressed, "So, according to you, this must
be a good thing? Then he…" I didn't finish my sentence, but simply gestured towards where the old man was hiding.
Long sighed and looked at the old man with me, explaining, "In this world, many things are
extremely , but become a great scourge when many are used. This medicine is like that. The first time it's used, it can
save a life, but after several uses, the patient becomes dependent on it, and its addictiveness is
dozens of times stronger than the purest drug."
"But it is also a medicine, extremely nutritious to the body and completely harmless. Yet it gradually causes intellectual
decline, memory confusion, impulsiveness, irritability, and extreme fear of the administerer. In the end, it turns a person into a
living dead with strong limbs but no intelligence. Tell me, is this medicine still a good thing?"
Upon hearing this, I was so frightened that I hurriedly threw all the powder on the ground, vigorously rubbed my hands, and carefully dusted
off all the remaining powder from my body before I could calm down. I had been in the secret police department for so long and
had never heard of this kind of drug. How could Long know so much about it? I immediately felt something was amiss and asked him.
Oboro didn't answer me, only letting out a soft sigh of sorrow before changing the subject. I thought, this
must be another story I'll never know…
Oboro then said, "Child, listen carefully, I'll tell you everything that's happened these past few days.
Remember it carefully, hoping these small things will be helpful for our greater cause."
Then, Oboro quickly recounted his experiences since we parted. I learned that
after Oboro was captured and brought here, the tyrant immediately took away his powers, rendering him useless.
Even so, the tyrant wasn't at ease, and specially ordered a house built entirely of ceramics to imprison him
. He was also fed century-old red wine at every meal to minimize his chances of escape. As for the
scars on his body, Oboro remained silent throughout. Finally, Oboro defined the tyrant with sixteen words
: "Careful and cautious, arrogant, cunning and suspicious, a ruthless and ambitious leader."
He also warned me that a cautious person is bound to be suspicious, an arrogant person
is bound to be self-possessed, and a ruthless person is bound to be heartless. Therefore, it is better to outsmart than
to outmaneuver. To eliminate someone, you must strike at their vital point, lest you alert them. To be a courtier, you must not display your wisdom. To be self-deprecating, you must not be without desires. Let them
be unguarded, underestimate you, and bestow favors upon you, and you will win.
I kept these words firmly in my heart. However, while we were talking, there was no movement from the elevator
. Something was amiss, so I became cautious and reached out to pull the old man up from the ground.
Sure enough, the smell of medicine was gone, and the old man obediently got up from the ground with me, his eyes darting around.
Then, he transformed back into his mischievous self. With a shake, he broke free from me, spun halfway around, and with a whooshing sound, his fist,
like a whip, suddenly attacked me!
Already riddled with wounds, I couldn't dodge the sudden attack and was about to be struck head-on. But
then, a large hand preemptively blocked my chest, catching the incoming fist and
deflecting the immense force of the blow.
The old man wasn't angry; he chuckled and clapped incessantly, abandoning me and circling around Long. Long
closed his eyes and clenched his fists, adopting a defensive stance. No matter how he moved, his mind remained calm as a deep abyss, his body still
, holding back his power.
I had expected this duel between the two to be a very long one. But the old man, though his memory was failing, was still agile.
Seeing Long gathering his strength, his hand transformed into a snake's head, and he immediately launched a fierce attack, each move targeting the most insidious and cunning points
. Seemingly determined to win, they resorted to any means necessary.
Long remained unmoved, his fists tracing arcs that formed a large circle, deflecting all attacks.
Then, his fists shifted, adopting a wide, sweeping motion, each punch following a straight line, openly and honestly clashing with the old man.
Only then did I witness the true power of ancient martial arts.
In this fight, the old man moved like a snake, darting forward at the slightest opening in Long's defenses
. If he missed, he would retreat without hesitation, retreating to the side.
Long, on the other hand, was like the blazing sun, his fists transforming into beams of light, attacking relentlessly without defense, truly
awe-inspiring . I watched in horror, thinking to myself that when I fought these two before, they hadn't intended to kill me;
otherwise, I would have been dead within ten moves.
The two fought back and forth, attacking and defending, one hard and the other soft, for dozens of rounds,
yet hand. Just as the fight seemed destined to end in a stalemate, the old man suddenly chuckled and
unleashed the trick he had just planted. He rubbed his palms together slightly, and flames burst forth from his fingertips!
At that moment, I cried out in alarm, "Grandpa!"
The old man hesitated for a moment, as if he had thought of something, but his move remained unchanged. He changed his palm into a fist, the fist crackling with
flame , and slammed it fiercely towards Long's face!
But Long was no ordinary person; he had long since honed his martial arts to a level of perfect control. He swiftly changed his move, turning
his fist into a palm, softly meeting the blow.
But who would have thought that the old man, who had always followed a soft and yielding style, could unleash such devastating force when he truly unleashed his power! Long
tried his best to deflect the force of the punch, but he still staggered back several steps before regaining his footing. His
palms were now covered in blackened soot!
Logically, this wasn't a life-or-death duel; the outcome should have been decided, and
there was no need to continue.
But suddenly, I became fiercely aggressive and lunged at the old man without regard for anything else. Ao seemed to sense something; seeing me
move, he joined me in the fight. The old man was overwhelmed by our entanglement.
He had fought willingly the previous time, but this time he was enraged, and every blow he struck was heavy.
I ignored his punches; the flames on my body only scorched my clothes and couldn't stop
me . Finally, I endured two hard punches to my ribs and managed to grab him.
The old man wouldn't accept being restrained, and he yelled, "Let go!"
He raised his left fist high above his shoulder and slammed it down on my back! Seeing the fierce force of the punch, Ao feared for my life
and quickly tried to block it with his palm. But the punch was too fast and too swift; Ao was a fraction of a second too slow and watched
helplessly as I took the blow.
I heard a muffled thud on my back, and a sweet taste rose in my throat. I spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just
minutes before, I finally knew everything I wanted to know, even though the old man's words were incoherent,
rambling, and utterly chaotic. Several parts about that past event were vague.
But he recounted the most important parts with remarkable clarity and detail. Perhaps it was a miracle, or perhaps destiny
.
I wondered, is this the truth I've been searching for? A huge exclamation mark almost
negated ! I stood there dumbfounded, my body swaying slightly, my fingers turning white and clenched tightly, my lips gradually
bleeding from where I bit them. I wished I never had to know any of this!
He vaguely understood my pain, but he couldn't offer me any words of comfort. After all, the sharpest knife piercing from those closest to us
is often the most deadly. He gently shook his head and helped me towards the elevator.
The old man—no, my grandfather—was with us. He, too, was
deeply muttering to himself, "Fan'er? Who is Fan'er? Why does he seem so familiar?"
It was clear he still vaguely remembered me, though most of his own past had been erased by the
medication .
I stood like a walking corpse, letting Long lead me into the elevator. As soon as Long let go, I stood
there , motionless. Long hurriedly tried to call my name softly a couple of times, but seeing no response, he sighed deeply
and fell silent, deliberately standing at the elevator door, blocking us both behind him.
Grandpa stood silently against him, no longer muttering, completely silent. I
stood at the far end of the elevator, facing the wall, my eyes unfocused, my mind still immersed in that immense grief,
unable to shake it . For a moment, everyone in the elevator seemed preoccupied, and the air felt heavier.
At this moment, Long Shuai broke the silence, reaching for the floor button and saying, "Young people
must be willing to sacrifice and know how to endure; only then can they have a future."
I was deeply shaken, and in a daze, I suddenly understood some truth—indescribable, inexplicable, yet my heart
gradually calmed down. Just then, the elevator lights flickered a few times, then
swayed a few times before slowly rising.
It turned out that although the dead villain had cut a large hole in the ceiling with a chainsaw, the rest of the elevator
remained intact. Otherwise, how could the remaining enemies have escaped through this place? However
, after escaping back to the ground, they lowered the elevator again; there must be a conspiracy involved.
With
my lacked the strength; after several fights, my body was exhausted. My two guns were empty
of bullets. Seeing the old man Long Yi standing in front of me, I was anxious but helpless.
With a clang, the elevator returned to the ground.
As soon as the doors opened a crack, several dark gun barrels were thrust inside, firing...
A hail of bullets erupted. Long, prepared, immediately charged forward, deflecting all the bullets.
Then, with a swift movement, he gripped the gun barrels tightly in his hand, and with a slight twist of his waist, pulled the attackers inside,
killing them one by one with a single blow.
At that moment, the elevator doors were wide open. I glanced briefly behind Long and saw a dark mass of hundreds of
enemies surrounding the elevator, pointing guns at us. Long carefully shielded us with his body, relying on his ancient
martial arts skills to fight his way out, single-handedly taking on hundreds!
Cries of pain rose from the enemy ranks; every time Long attacked, an enemy fell to the ground,
either unconscious or with broken bones! Their modern weapons seemed to turn into scrap metal; bullets hitting Long were like water droplets
falling into the sea, leaving no ripple. And in terms of fists and feet, how could they compare to a master of ancient martial arts like Long?
Gradually, no one dared to step forward anymore. The remaining enemies retreated to within five meters, neither scattering nor
attacking , but simply forming a semi-circle, creating a stalemate with us.
This cessation of fighting, however, only caused trouble for Grandpa, the mischievous boy. He had been watching with
great interest, clapping and cheering during the fights, forgetting all his worries.
But seeing everyone stop, his face darkened. After scratching his head in frustration, he finally couldn't bear the silence and
shouted , "Why did you suddenly stop when you were fighting so well? No, no! I can't stop until I've seen enough! Now,
anyone can fight me, let me have my fill!" He charged towards the enemy.
It seemed this group was having a run of bad luck, having inadvertently provoked two old scoundrels. In a panic, they opened fire in unison. This time,
the bullets didn't just disappear without a trace. Instead, a pale red flame suddenly
erupted , melting all the bullets into liquid three feet away, dripping onto the ground.
The enemy was completely dumbfounded; witnessing such an unbelievable event far exceeded the limits of
normal human endurance. Grandpa also found this strange, so he stopped attacking and stood still, pondering to himself,
completely ignoring the enemy.
A golden opportunity was presented before them, but the enemy pushed and shoved each other, and after a long delay, finally one of them
mustered his courage and took a small step forward with his dagger.
Unexpectedly, as he took that step, Grandpa shouted loudly, and the flames on his body instantly grew longer, the temperature soaring that the
air itself seemed to distort. The man was so frightened that he dropped his dagger and turned to run.
However, he hadn't run more than a few steps before his comrade shot him from behind, killing him instantly. He fell backward to the ground.
Several more enemy soldiers immediately withdrew their feet, whispering among themselves.
One of them said, "Wasn't this old ghost supposed to be a cripple long ago? How come he's so fierce now? How...
how are we supposed to deal with him..."
A man next to him spat a glob of phlegm on the ground and chimed in, "You idiot, coward!
I'm ashamed to be associated with you. Have you forgotten those researchers who fled in such a sorry state? They all ran away without even administering the drugs,
leaving me here to die for nothing! Bah!"
He then spat out another glob of phlegm. At this moment, the flames on Grandpa's body had gradually turned from red to
orange, and his saliva evaporated before it even hit the ground.
The two men wiped the sweat from their faces as they worked, when another man muttered under his breath, "Damn it, I thought
this was a lazy job. Even though it restricted movement, it was easy work, and the pay was good—perfect!"
"But now all those soldiers outside are dead, and that lecherous Zhao Rentu is dead too! And now this
precious body of mine has been forced into this position! I...I...I...I don't want to die!" Suddenly, his lips trembled, and he burst into
tears
. His crying caused the expressions of the surrounding men to change several times. They exchanged glances, their eyes darting around, and each
secretly took five steps back. Just then, the sound of gun bolts being pulled back rang out in unison behind them. These men immediately became
righteous and began cursing at Grandpa, their bodies trembling.
Grandpa chuckled, completely ignoring the barking.
The flames turned from orange to white, scorching the enemies so much they couldn't even sweat, their hair and eyebrows
curling and turning yellow. However, the heat was actually beneficial to my injuries, gradually restoring my strength and causing my wounds
to heal rapidly.
At this moment, the curses of the others began to subside, and the one who feared death most cried out again,
"Left or right, it's all death...only...only escape is the only way to survive!"
He then dashed away. The enemies ignored him, letting him slip away, collectively forgetting military discipline for
reasons unknown. Grandpa, however, was not happy. He caught up with the man in a few steps and punched him in the back of the head, smashing his skull to
pieces , killing him instantly.
But that wasn't the end of it. The fire on Grandpa's body then charred the corpse black, the stench of burnt human flesh mixed with
the stench of making one want to vomit. Grandpa, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, immediately threw the burning figure into the crowd! The enemies
were terrified and fled in panic.
Grandpa laughed heartily, then switched to his more subtle approach, using his snake-like fists to target lone foes. While his fist technique
was subtle, the flames on his hands were anything but. Those who had been barely groaning under Oboro's attacks were
now
being killed one by one, whether by the insidious power of his fists or the raging flames.
Seeing the enemy's morale crumbling, Oboro wouldn't let such an opportunity pass. He used a gentle palm strike to send me deep into the elevator, then
pressed the button outside to send me downstairs before joining Grandpa in the fight. I wasted
another . When I saw them again, only less than ten of the hundreds of enemies remained, barely standing.
Oboro had stopped fighting, simply watching Grandpa kill the enemy from near the elevator. Seeing me return, he
smiled and said nothing more. Seeing that I was mostly unharmed, I tried to step out of the elevator, but Oboro stopped me. I
was puzzled and about to ask him when Long simply opened his palm, revealing a bullet lying quietly inside.
Long said, "Guns are the deadliest weapons; bullets have no eyes, so be careful."
With that, he gently placed the bullet in my hand. I nodded to him, humbly remembering.
At that moment , Grandpa also killed his last enemy.
With no opponent, the flames on his body gradually died down, and he lost his spirit, muttering, "Boring, boring, so boring!
Give me another hundred or so to kill, that would be real fun!" Clearly, he hadn't had enough.
Hearing this, Long and I exchanged a glance and burst into laughter. I said, "Grandpa, are
enemies like weeds? You make it sound like once you kill one, another one will grow back immediately."
Long laughed, "Hahaha! Just these few dozen people have exhausted me. If another hundred or so came
, my old bones would be worn out. It's rare to see Brother Lin with such heroic spirit. I admire you! If
anyone else comes, I'll let you kill them all."
Grandpa was delighted to hear this and quickly assured Long, "Excellent! Excellent! You said it yourself
, you can't fight me for them if anyone else comes!" This made us both laugh again.
I thought to myself that everything was now settled, and all that was left was to leave with Zhao Lei.
Thinking it over, I was about to leave with Long and Grandpa when I noticed Grandpa's naked
body . The flames had died down, and Grandpa was now naked. Coincidentally,
just as I was worrying about this, I caught sight of a peculiar garment.
A corpse had been burned to a crisp, but its clothes were completely intact. Just as I was marveling at this,
Grandpa had already taken the lead, stripped off the garment, and draped it over himself.
As soon as he was dressed, he excitedly wiggled around, seemingly very pleased with the clothes, though he
wore them inside out.
Long, watching from the side, smiled and went over to help Grandpa put the clothes back on. My eyes lit up; I
hadn't noticed when he wore it inside out, but now, looking at it this way, wasn't this Grandpa's attire from the second prophecy?
But now I knew the secret, and Long was rescued…
so what exactly was this second prophecy trying to tell me? Suddenly, a figure
flashed into my mind. I slapped my forehead and shouted, "Zhao Lei! It's Zhao Lei!"
Thinking this, I hurriedly looked around. I saw the door I had passed through on the right? An
empty corridor? An elevator? Corpses scattered everywhere? The door on the left? The door on the right? The door on the left? Two
doors ? Two doors! Two doors!
Yes! The answer to the question lies in these two identical doors! Since the first prophecy
guided me here through the right door, this third prophecy is highly likely to be
closely related to the left door!
Sure enough, as I slowly pushed open the door, a familiar path appeared before me.
I waved and said, "Follow me!"
I led Grandpa and Long through several corridors, opened more than a dozen doors, and went up and down
the stairs , finally stopping outside a very secluded room on the second floor.
Along the way, the small building was empty; we didn't see a single person except for us. Long followed me silently the whole time
, and Grandpa also suppressed his restless nature, quietly following behind me.
The prophecy ended here. Since the room's glass was one-way and the door was locked, we had no
choice but to break in.
"Lei! Lei'er!"
As soon as I entered, I saw Zhao Lei lying on the ground, covered in wounds, his face pale, with blood trickling
from the corner of his mouth. Long hurriedly stepped past me from behind, grabbing him in his arms and gently shaking him a few times.
He called his name several times, but there was no response.
I noticed his lips were cracked, there was snot under his nose, and his mouth was clenching unnaturally. I quickly touched
his forehead and found it burning hot, probably around forty degrees Celsius.
I said, "I think he has an infected wound and a fever!"
Upon hearing this, Long also placed his hand on Zhao Lei's forehead and anxiously asked, "Tetanus can be serious or minor. Do you have any
medicine on you?"
I shook my head and replied, "If I had, I would have taken it out already."
Upon hearing this, Long immediately carried Zhao Lei on his shoulder and said, "Now, the only way to save Lei'er's
life is to get him to the hospital as soon as possible. Whether he can hold on until then depends on his fate."
Due to the urgency, I went first, Long carried Zhao Lei in the middle, and Grandpa brought up the rear, and we rushed out the door. The three of us
moved very quickly and soon arrived at the main entrance of the small building. Just as we were about to reach this point,
several flashes of white light streaked past, instantly creating several small holes in the ground. The area around the holes was scorching red, with wisps of smoke
rising from them.
I looked ahead and saw a dozen or so people standing below the sentry post, each holding a strange weapon, wearing
the same dark green gas suits. I thought to myself, "So you've all been here."
Seeing the enemy appear, Grandpa laughed heartily twice and immediately rushed over. The two of us followed closely
behind him, attacking together. After all, time was of the essence, and saving lives was the priority.
This time, the group didn't run away; instead, they opened fire on us. I knew those weapons must be strange, and I
dared not take them head-on. Unexpectedly, the gun barrels were firing beams of laser light at such speeds that it was impossible for a mere mortal like me
to dodge them.
I immediately felt an unbearable burning sensation on my legs; two round holes appeared on my right leg. Fortunately, the laser temperature was extremely high, and the wounds scabbed over
before bleeding even began.
It wasn't just me. Although Long, relying on his swift movements, only managed to burn a large hole in the hem of his clothes, he dared not
charge forward again. He glanced back at Zhao Lei on his back, his face already beaded with sweat.
Only Grandpa, protected by his magical flames, stood unharmed, saying, "How can you
break your promise ? You clearly said you wouldn't take it from me, and now you're back! Aren't you ashamed!" He flicked our
noses hard.
Long hesitated for a moment, then a plan formed in his mind. He said to Grandpa, "Alright, hurry up and go. I'm
getting a little itchy too, but considering what you said earlier, I'll let you have it for now. But if you're slow
, don't blame me for taking it from you."
I glared at Long and shouted, "How can you say that? Isn't this sending my grandpa to his death
?!" Long turned his head away, not daring to look at me.
At this moment, Grandpa had already fallen for the trap and rushed forward alone. I yelled, "Grandpa! Don't go!
Come back quickly!"
But before I could finish speaking, the dozen or so laser beams converged into an even thicker pillar in mid-air, striking Grandpa
in the chest and sending him flying!
I cried out, "Grandpa!" and rushed towards where he had fallen.
But before I even reached him, Grandpa had already slowly stood up on his own. I was overjoyed, but seeing him still
clutching his chest, my heart immediately tightened.
At that moment, Long, carrying Zhao Lei on his back, stood behind me, grabbed my arm, and tucked me under his arm.
With the two of them, he strode swiftly towards the outpost, shouting, "My hands are itching! I'm going to kill the enemy
!"
Hearing this, Grandpa was not about to give up and immediately charged forward again.
Seeing that even their previous firepower hadn't killed him, the enemies felt a slight fear. They unleashed a barrage of laser beams at Grandpa as if they were
free , but this only temporarily slowed him down
. Each time Grandpa paused, he relentlessly charged forward.
Even the longest road has an end, let alone a mere few hundred meters. These
enemies were only able to pressure us from afar thanks to their superior weaponry. If we let anyone in, they would all
become helpless victims. I knew this, so how could they not?
Grandpa was now within a hundred meters of them, but the flames on his body were
fading , no longer possessing their former power, as if a strong wind would extinguish them. Otherwise, this battle
wouldn't have been necessary; it had given the enemies a glimmer of hope.
Under the threat of death, their firing rate increased, determined to extinguish the flames before Grandpa could get close
! Meanwhile, Long had carried us to the wall. If we could just climb over it and cross the
open , we could escape!
But then, a fateful beam of light struck Long's shoulder,
simultaneously ! Long's arm went limp, and he dropped me to the ground. Grandpa, who had already rushed to
within ten meters of the enemy, heard the sound behind him and, for some reason, abandoned the enemy and turned to look at me!
Seeing that firing at me had temporarily halted the old man's attack, almost half of the enemies immediately turned
their fire . Seeing the situation was dire, Long desperately took several bullets for me, leaving me with several more holes in my body. The other half
, however, were cunning, using the opportunity to speed up and deplete Grandpa's flames. In that instant, Grandpa was fighting on the front lines and saving
me on the rear; my life hung in the balance!
At that moment, I used my remaining strength to unleash my shooting technique again, barely managing to dodge several deadly beams of light. But even the strongest human will eventually
give out. I saw someone in the distance aiming at my brow, about to fire. Unexpectedly, at that moment, my
body went limp, my limbs instantly paralyzed. I slowly watched the person pull the trigger,
watched a white beam of light shoot from the muzzle, watched it fly towards my head.
At that moment, everything in the world seemed to slow down, and sounds seemed very, very far away…
I felt as if I could simply raise my hand to grab the laser, but I couldn't lift it. In a daze, I even
saw death approaching, a black coffin, a cold tombstone…
At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind: "I still have things to do…"
But none of this ultimately happened to me!
Just as the laser was about to take my life, a figure blocked my way! Instantly, time
resumed normal flow, and all the sounds of voices and gunfire flooded my mind! I just stared blankly at
the person on my back, shouting, "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
By then, the flames on Grandpa's body had almost completely died down, only slightly scorching the clothes on my back before dissipating
and disappearing without a trace. He seemed oblivious, simply raising his hands to cup my tear-streaked face,
saying , "I remember now, Fan'er is my grandson's childhood name… So, I really am your grandpa."
My eyes widened in shock, and just as I was about to speak, a laser beam suddenly shot out from Grandpa's heart,
forever silencing my question.
Seeing Grandpa die on the spot, I was speechless, stunned, unable to believe,
unwilling to accept this fact. Long, who had witnessed everything, gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Amidst the hail of bullets, he gently placed Zhao Lei on his back to the ground, gave him a deep look, and then suddenly grabbed his
body and threw him over the wall! He immediately ran behind me and threw me over as well!
I was still reeling from my grandfather's death, feeling as if I were floating on clouds. A sudden headache sent me
flying over the wall. Seeing the familiar corpses before me, and Zhao Lei lying not far away, I
knew I looked up at the wall and, sure enough, Long hadn't escaped with us!
I frantically pounded on the wall, shouting, "Long! Long! Come out!"
Long calmly replied from the other side, "Child, am I supposed to let the tyrant use his metal-type abilities on you while I'm alive
? Alright, I've said it before, when I left Japan, it would be your world, the world of young people
. This is the path I chose. Remember, don't let my sacrifice be in vain. So, take Lei and
go ..."
I cried out, "No..."
Gunshots rang out again from inside the wall, and several laser beams shot through it, scattering around me. Only then
did I understand why Long, who had always been so quiet, had been lecturing me so repeatedly.
It turned out that even before I arrived, he had already harbored thoughts of death. The incidents involving the two elderly people hadn't
defeated me. Instead, my heart was strangely calm, serene, and devoid of any sorrow. I
bent down and gently embraced Zhao Lei, walking towards the stream. The gunfire behind me slowed,
finally ceasing only after a human figure was shot through the wall.
Throughout, I didn't look back once; only hot tears dripped, one by one, at my feet. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I looked up at the horizon and saw a white eagle soaring overhead, followed by a black eagle, its wings initially seeming somewhat clumsy. The white eagle circled it a few times, howling at it. Then,
the black eagle spread its wings and flew into the deepest part of the clouds. The white eagle let out an excited cry and gave chase. The two eagles vanished into the deep, unfathomable clouds...
Tears streamed down my face. I withdrew my gaze, embraced Zhao Lei, and leaped into the stream, letting the current carry us towards our destined future...

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