Chapter 86 Holding Your Hand, Returning to Our Warm Home

I'm going to be killed!

In that instant, only one thought occupied Yi Fang's mind.

But after a cool breeze passed by, the expected decapitation did not occur. He Mu simply pushed him away gently, bent down, and pulled Wen Rensheng into her arms.

He pressed two acupoints on Wenrensheng's face with a light touch, and the pain on Wenrensheng's face quickly disappeared. His body temperature dropped sharply, and he fell quietly into He Mu's arms as if he were dead.

We arrived not too late.

He Mu woke up half an hour early. As soon as he woke up, he was filled with endless regret. He rushed out the door to find Wen Rensheng, to bring him back, and not to let him go to his death.

But Si Ming had taken the initiative and deployed hundreds of powerful Night Wanderers near him. They even possessed faint divine essence, which Si Ming must have bestowed upon them against the will of Heaven.

He Mu immediately realized something was wrong. He was preoccupied with Wen Rensheng's safety and showed no mercy with his sword, slashing at anyone he saw. He slashed his way to Wen Rensheng's location, just in time to catch him as he sealed his heart meridian and fell down.

Wen Rensheng was very clever; he chose to seal two painless areas first, temporarily halting the berserk process.

He Mu arrived almost immediately after him. He precisely severed Wen Rensheng's aura, leaving only a small sliver of life, waiting for him to ascend to immortality.

Wen Rensheng did a good job; he saved the people of Cangzhou and did not lose his life in vain.

“Use the Shrinking Earth Spell to send him to the Hua Palace, to the Wenqu Star,” He Mu said to Yi Fang. “If you dare to be even a step slow, I will kill you.”

Yi Fang's legs were still trembling, and his muscles ached terribly, but he knew the situation was urgent. He quickly grabbed Wen Rensheng, formed a hand seal, and the two of them disappeared from the spot in an instant.

After doing all this, He Mu propped himself up and slowly raised his eyes to look at Si Ming.

Si Ming shrugged: "He killed himself, it has nothing to do with me."

"Idiot." He Mu scoffed.

Siming's expression darkened: "You—"

Before he could finish speaking, He Mu was almost instantly in front of Si Ming. He grabbed Si Ming's throat, pulled back his left arm, and punched Si Ming in the face.

This punch pierced through Si Ming's head, splattering blood all over Mu's face.

"If you want to fight, why don't you dare come to me?!"

He grabbed Si Ming by the neck and said in a cold voice,

"You piece of trash, scum, and beast raised by Heaven! Who gave you permission, you unlucky rubbish, to keep bothering him?!"

He was furious.

Although I knew long ago that hearing someone's voice would be an ordeal, and although we had already arranged to meet soon...

Although everything is still in the plan, and although it hasn't slipped out of his control—

I still can't accept it!

Still filled with anger and pain, so furious it felt like my liver and gallbladder were about to burst, I wanted nothing more than to tear the culprit in front of me to pieces!

With a sudden burst of force from his palm, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he snapped Siming's neck, slamming him violently to the ground.

Si Ming roared angrily, and a tremendous force surged around him, throwing He Mu away.

He Mu came to a stop, and the se-killing weapon fell back into his hand.

"In that case, bring out whatever tricks you have up your sleeve."

Si Ming gave a cold reply.

Her body slowly rose into the air, and as she raised her hand, a layer of gray clouds descended from the horizon.

He Mu gripped the hilt of the sword, Se Sha, and with a flick of his two fingers, infused it with a massive amount of spiritual power, causing Se Sha to flash with a cold light.

A moment later, a giant tree, hundreds of feet tall, suddenly descended from the clouds, broke through the barrier, and took root in Cangzhou City with a loud bang.

Soon, a giant branch sprouted from the tree and pierced through Siming's chest and back with a "thud".

"Originally, I planned to proceed gradually and persuade Wenren to abandon darkness and embrace the light..."

Si Ming touched his shoulders and neck, then snapped his neck back into place with a click, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Now, I've changed my mind."

*

On the other side.

Yi Fang, clutching Wen Rensheng, collapsed in the Hua Palace, shouting, "Wen Rensheng is dead! Quick, what do we do?! She has no pulse!"

Yi Jinxiang was seriously injured and had been recuperating while sitting cross-legged. This sudden commotion woke her up.

"What?"

She opened her eyes and hurriedly looked over. Upon seeing the unconscious Wenrensheng, a chill instantly crept up from the soles of her feet, making her scalp tingle.

She immediately transformed into human form and chased after Wen Rensheng, placing two fingers on his pulse.

--there is none left.

Yi Jinxiang's eyes widened, she gasped for breath, and stubbornly pressed her ear to the chest where she could hear his voice, trying to hear his heartbeat.

There was no sound.

There was no sign of life at all.

Yi Jinxiang's mind went blank. She collapsed to the ground, frantically touching Wenren's cheek, muttering, "How could this be... No, his soul hasn't left yet..."

“He didn’t leave, so he must not be dead!” Yi Fang said hurriedly. “He originally sealed his five senses and strength, and then the mountain god came and sealed his heart meridian, but he should have left a trace of life!”

A glimmer of hope finally appeared in Yi Jinxiang's eyes, and she asked urgently, "What happened? Tell me clearly!"

Yi Fang quickly explained what had happened that day. Yi Jinxiang had a clear mind and quickly deduced Wen Rensheng's plan from the fragmented information.

"Such a thing is actually happening..."

She tugged at her hair, feeling a wave of dizziness. She grasped the cold hand she heard and asked...

Where is Cang Yu now?

Yi Fang quickly replied, "I got into a fight with Si Ming. He looked extremely angry, like a demon from hell. He told me to leave, so I ran away as fast as I could!"

This was the first time Yi Jinxiang's mind had been so chaotic. Looking at Wenren Sheng, who had stopped breathing, she felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

She couldn't help but feel deep regret at this moment.

Previously, he had given up on himself and wanted to abandon the city, so he gave the protective magic treasure to Wenrensheng without permission. He never expected that he would force this child to this point.

How could she be such an incompetent mentor?

What the younger generation hadn't given up on, she, a Wenquxing who had lived for hundreds of years, easily surrendered.

"I hear a voice..." she gently stroked the back of Wenrensheng's hand, her voice hoarse, "I apologize to you, you must wake up, okay..."

If only she could do something to help Wenrensheng, just like Cangyu did.

Is there anything... I can do to help him?

Just as he was pondering this, a guard suddenly shouted from the doorway.

"City Lord!"

"Lord Yelan has returned from Zhongzhou, bringing with him the antidote for 'Calamity'. He is currently requesting an audience outside the palace gates!"

*

The underworld.

When she woke up to the sound of voices, she found herself transformed back into her appearance at age five.

It wasn't human-shaped, just a small wolf without erect ears, and its tail was short and gray, lying on the ground.

My body feels so light, like I could float away at any moment.

—It really floated up!

"What's going on?!"

Upon hearing the voice, it flapped its paws in mid-air, its body uncontrollably rising upwards, watching itself drift further and further away from the ground.

"Help--"

He had barely uttered those two words when he was hooked down by a cold sickle.

The person who summoned him was a long-tongued White Impermanence. They had met once before in the underworld and recognized him by his voice.

"Ah..." he said dazedly, "How did I end up in the underworld again?"

The White Impermanence replied matter-of-factly, "Because you're dead."

Dead...

"…………"

"Dead?!" Wen Rensheng exclaimed incredulously. "How is that possible? I clearly told my brother to leave a breath of life when he sealed his heart meridian!"

“Your cause of death was not a blocked heart meridian,” said Bai Wuchang, “but an overload of spiritual energy that caused your sea of ​​consciousness to explode, leaving no room for reversal.”

"..."

Hearing someone's voice, tears welled up in my eyes immediately.

But now he's a ghost, unable to shed tears, only able to whimper helplessly.

How could this be?!

Hearing voices, he cried out in distress, flapping his paws and barking. He didn't want his soul to be taken away by the White Impermanence. He hadn't yet saved Cangzhou City or avenged his clan leader!

And what will the mountain god do if he dies?

They are not married yet, and the mountain god has no bride. Will he be lonely living alone in Fangze Mountain?

And then there's his master... He hasn't finished his apprenticeship yet, and he hasn't repaid his debt of gratitude...

He really didn't want to die; he still had so many things to do and so many wishes to fulfill.

Hearing voices, she started sobbing as she thought about it. Her ears drooped limply against her head, and she looked extremely sad.

But Bai Wuchang is a soul-reaping messenger, and he has seen this kind of scene many times. He will not be soft-hearted because of a little wolf demon.

He ruthlessly grabbed Wenrensheng and was about to step through the gates of the underworld.

Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly grabbed him.

"Wait a minute."

Bai Wuchang looked down and saw a rabbit spirit. He vaguely remembered that the rabbit was about to be reincarnated, and its name seemed to be...

Wenren Jing?

"What?" Bai Wuchang raised an eyebrow.

Wenren Jing pointed to Wenren Sheng in his hand, indicating that he should return it to him.

“This is a monster I know,” he said. “He cries a lot, and I want to take him to see his past lives so he won’t cry when we go to the underworld.”

Bai Wuchang stroked his chin and pondered for a while. He really didn't like crying souls; their wailing and babbling were very annoying.

"Alright," he waved his hand and said, "Remember to bring it back in time. If it hasn't entered the underworld by the seventh day after the death, its soul will dissipate."

Wenren Jing nodded: "Don't worry!"

The White Impermanence disappeared quickly, and Wenren Jing breathed a sigh of relief, glancing down at Wenren Sheng in his arms.

The child had cried himself to sleep, with two tear stains still around his eyes, and he was curling up and hugging himself.

“Sheng’er…” Wenren Jing sat down, gently stroking his fur, his tone filled with deep regret, “Why did you come to see the clan leader so soon?”

Upon hearing this, Wen Rensheng's ears twitched.

He was sleeping soundly.

The air in the underworld is too cold, and his birth chart is too weak. With just a gentle breeze, his soul will drift far away.

He needs to hold someone's hand to avoid getting lost.

In this vast, empty dream, he seemed to have... held someone's hand.

Who is it?

The rain was pouring down.

Hearing the voices, he sat on a giant water lily on the lake, one hand supporting the lotus leaf above his head, the other tightly clutching a small rabbit in his arms.

But this lotus leaf is only so big. If it hears people and protects the rabbit, it can't protect its own tail and can only leave its tail outside to get wet in the rain.

In just a short time, the fur on its tail was matted by the rain, and it felt wet and uncomfortable.

Hearing the human voice, it glanced at its wet tail with a wronged expression and couldn't help but sniff.

"Chieftain," Wenrensheng asked in a childish voice, "when will we get home?"

Wenren Jing was still paddling the water lily with all his might, unaware of Wenren Sheng's predicament, only saying, "Almost there, almost there," "We'll be home soon."

Wenren sighed, curled up to protect the rabbit in her arms, and whispered to Wenren Jing, "Almost there, almost home."

There's nothing to cry about; I can hear people talking.

He closed his eyes and quietly comforted himself.

At least he has a warm little home.

All he needs to do is have the clan chief give him a hot bath and carefully wipe his tail clean.

I hope tomorrow will be a good day, preferably sunny, so he can tan himself back to his fluffy state.

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Author's Note: I actually wrote eight thousand words!

A five-year-old's little voice [poor thing][poor thing][poor thing]