Chapter 727 The Wail of the Wind

After arriving at the familiar tree, Han Shuo carefully placed Feng, whom he was carrying, under the tree.

"Cough, cough..."

Two mouthfuls of bright red blood coughed up from Feng's mouth again.

At that moment, he didn't know where the strength came from, but he supported his broken body with one hand and leaned against the tree trunk.

His white robes, tattered beyond recognition after the fierce battle, were now covered in mud and seeping blood, which gradually stained them red.

Not long after the Zombie King left, Feng's lifespan was finally coming to an end...

...

Han Shuo looked at the bloody hole in Feng's heart and felt extremely distressed.

There should have been a bright red, beating heart here, but now, it's gone...

He had never felt such grief before. Nevertheless, he forced back the tears in his eyes and plunged the two short blades he had just brought back into the soil beside the wind.

He knew that his brother genuinely loved those two short blades.

...

Feng nodded gratefully to Han Shuo, then turned his gaze away.

He reached out his left hand and gently stroked the short blade in the soil, then looked at Han Shuo again with a warm smile and spoke.

"My brother, don't be sad. I'm really happy right now."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

Han Shuo nodded repeatedly, choking back tears, trying not to let the tears in his eyes fall.

He forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, trying his best to let the wind see his happy smile.

However, that smile was even uglier than a cry...

...

"Cough, cough."

Seeing Feng cough twice more, he quickly found a clean handkerchief in a box next to him and wanted to wipe the blood from the corner of Feng's mouth, but Feng waved his hand to stop him.

Feng shook his head, still smiling.

"It's alright."

Those two simple words caused Han Shuo another pang of pain in his heart.

He stood there flustered, overwhelmed with grief, unsure of what to do.

...

At this moment, Feng waved his hand and spoke again.

"My brother, sit down too, stay with me at the end, and have a good chat."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Han Shuo quickly sat down next to Feng, knowing that Feng's last gasp was becoming increasingly obvious.

This also means that the wind's remaining time is truly running out...

Han Shuo forgot that the black blood he had retrieved from the zombie king's heart had not yet been sent back to Ice City.

They forgot that the great battle over there was not yet completely over, and forgot everything that had nothing to do with this place.

He just wanted to stay under this big tree, by the wind's side, to spend the last moments of his life with it...

And so, the two sat down under the big tree and began to talk.

...

The sky was getting brighter and brighter. Han Shuo and Feng chatted while admiring the beautiful scenery of the rising dawn.

The two talked about their experiences before the apocalypse, the day they first met, the many times they fought side by side, and the time they spent together...

Ordinary everyday things, a simple daily routine, can make the two of them laugh happily for half a day.

Unbeknownst to him, under the warm atmosphere, Han Shuo's grief gradually subsided.

He had never seen Feng, who was usually so taciturn, speak so much today.

He had never seen Feng, who rarely smiled, with such a constant smile on his face today…

So this is the real wind, the wind that soothes all the worries in one's heart...

...

Suddenly, a red glow appeared on the eastern horizon, and the rising sun slowly ascended.

The warm sunlight shone on Feng's face, and he wore a handsome smile as bright as the sun. It was as if he saw a beautiful scene in this sunlight.

A peaceful scene depicting the end of the apocalypse and humanity rebuilding a new era...

This is also the goal he has always hoped for and strived for!

...

Time passed little by little, and an endless sense of fatigue appeared on Feng's body.

He slowly turned his head, trying hard not to close his eyes, and began to speak.

"My brothers, I'm so tired. I've been really happy to have known all of you."

Han Shuo quickly took out a clean white coat from a box next to him.

He knew what Feng's words just now meant...

He gently draped the clean white robe over himself in the wind, and a genuine smile graced his face—a smile that was no longer unpleasant.

He gazed at the wind with sincere, tender eyes and began to speak.

"My brother, the only regret I have is that I didn't meet you sooner."

"Ha ha!"

Feng laughed heartily, leaving behind his last words.

"How about we be brothers again in the next life?"

"must!"

As the words fell, the two brothers embraced each other tightly.

Just then, the wind finally closed its eyes, leaving this world quietly without any regrets...

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The moment Han Shuo felt his arm slip off his back, tears finally streamed down his face.

His body trembled, and he kept sobbing as he held the still-warm body tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.

His important brother, the greatest hero who saved all mankind, never set foot in the Ice City until his death.

The wind blew under this big tree, and with only him by its side, it quietly departed this world...

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After an unknown amount of time, Han Shuo's body slowly stopped trembling.

At that moment, he felt the rate at which the cells in his body were dying rapidly, and even the hair on both sides of his temples gradually turned white and fell to the ground one by one.

He knew that after being forcibly injected with the blue liquid and enduring it for so long, his life was finally beginning its countdown.

He slowly released the gradually cooling body, smiled at his brother in front of him, and murmured something softly.

"Wind, don't worry, you will never be alone."

"I'll be down there to be with you soon..."

...

After adjusting the white robe covering Feng once more, Han Shuo slowly stood up from the ground.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

A series of static sounds came from the communicator next to his ear, and soon, the fat man's voice came through.

"Han Shuo, are you and Feng under that big tree? Wait for me, I'll be there soon!"

Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of questions arose, all expressing concern about his words and inquiring about his and Feng's whereabouts.

Among them were Qingyu, Xiao Zhao, Cheng Shenghong, Li Shurou... even Chen Hai's kind tone was mixed in.

When Han Shuo heard those familiar voices, his grief-stricken heart finally began to crumble completely.

He didn't reply, but instead turned off the communicator next to his ear, knelt on the ground, and pounded the dirt in front of him with his fists.

Tears fell one after another; at that moment, he cried like a child.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I protected all my brothers, but I failed to protect you!"

"Feng... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He kept repeating the same words until he collapsed from exhaustion.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Han Shuo gradually calmed down.

He got up from the ground again, and there were no more tears on his face.

Turning around with empty eyes, he inadvertently caught sight of the two short blades beside Feng's remains.

He remembered that the wind had once given them names:

One halberd cried out in sorrow, the other cried out in wailing.

This is the mournful cry of the wind...

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The rising sun cast its light upon the earth. The night before, during the great battle, there had been no wind; but this morning, the wind suddenly picked up…

Han Shuo could clearly feel a gentle breeze blowing from afar, lingering around Feng's body under the big tree, unwilling to dissipate...

It seemed as if it was weeping for the wind, as if it was grieving for the wind.

This is the mournful cry of the wind...