Chapter 135 Saying Goodbye "Qingmang, let him go!"

Because of He Yan, Zhou Yaren remained silent, and Bai Yuan also became speechless.

As the medicinal liquid was applied little by little, a slightly fishy and bitter smell gradually spread throughout the room. When the dark green herbs reached his ribs, Bai Yuan paused, his gaze fixed on a pale pink crescent mark under his ribs.

Realizing that Bai Yuan hadn't made a move for a long time, Zhou Yaren looked at her and found that Bai Yuan was somewhat lost in thought.

What is she thinking?

Are you thinking of He Yan?

Zhou Yaren tried to sit up, but was stopped.

Bai Yuan gently pressed down on him, avoiding the wound: "Don't move."

She didn't exert any force, so she couldn't hold on. When Zhou Yaren sat up, she grasped Bai Yuan's hand at her waist and moved closer to her.

Soft, warm lips pressed against his. Bai Yuan didn't back away, letting the wet, soft tongue sweep across his lips. Then Zhou Yaren opened her mouth, her teeth opening and closing.

Bai Yuan frowned, his lip stinging from a sudden bite.

She had to lean back a little, and asked in bewilderment, "Why does it bite?"

Does it hurt?

Before Bai Yuan could answer, Zhou Yaren bit him again.

"Hiss." Wait, what's wrong with this guy?

If it were anyone else, she could dislocate their jaw and shatter their teeth in an instant!

However, the person in front of us is no stranger, so it's no big deal to let him take a couple of bites.

But how come you've become addicted to biting it?

One bite, two bites—I have to say, her teeth are really good.

Bai Yuan tried several times to pry open Zhou Yaren's mouth, but he restrained himself each time.

Zhou Yaren bit lightly and then heavily, taking a bite, licking it, and then biting down hard again.

"hiss."

The pressure is just right; it will bite hard, but won't break the skin and draw blood.

Bai Yuan couldn't hold back any longer, grabbing his chin and prying open his teeth: "Getting excited?"

"Hmm." Zhou Yaren finally smiled, and Bai Yuan didn't mind giving her two more bites. If Zhou Yaren were even a little less attractive, she wouldn't have been so bewitched as to have such a thought.

That's why it's said that beauty makes people blind.

Bai Yuan asked, "Is that enough?"

"Um."

Bai Yuan then released his chin, lifted the quilt, and rolled up his trouser leg to clean his knee injury.

Zhou Yaren's leg injury was quite serious, but fortunately it was treated properly and in time. According to Elder He, if he had rested and recovered well, he would not have become a cripple.

A few days ago, when Lin Mu went out to buy rice, he brought back a cane for Zhou Yaren to lean against the headboard so that he could use it to help him get out of bed in the future.

Spring flood season has arrived in the blink of an eye, and the rainfall has become more abundant than usual. The weather can change in an instant, often without warning. One moment it's sunny and the next it's pouring rain.

Fortunately, there was a wind-sensing creature in the house that could accurately predict when the wind and rain would arrive, allowing Lin Mu to collect Elder He's dried herbs in advance each time.

Elder He was quite satisfied with this point at least.

A strong wind arose that night. Lin Mu had already closed the doors and windows after being reminded by Tingfengzhi, but the howling wind still disturbed everyone's sleep.

In the latter half of the night, a heavy rain came with the wind and poured down relentlessly.

The room temperature plummeted, and Zhou Yaren slept restlessly. He vaguely heard several suppressed sobs, filled with unbearable pain.

Who is it?

Who is crying?

"Ya Ren..."

Zhou Yaren froze abruptly, turning his head to look, but all he could see was darkness.

The voice was so hoarse, as if it had been screaming so much that it had broken its throat, that he couldn't immediately tell who was calling him, until: "Masato... Masato..."

"Lu Bing!" The moment Zhou Yaren recognized the voice, every hair on his body stood on end. He reached into the darkness and grabbed, "Lu Bing, is that you?"

Zhou Yaren missed her chance.

"Masato, it hurts so much, Masato, it really hurts so much."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yaren's heart clenched, and she felt an overwhelming pang of heartache for Lu Bing as he spoke: "Where does it hurt? Are you injured? Where are you hurt, Lu Bing!"

In the darkness, Lu Bing called out to himself, "Ya Ren, I'm in so much pain, please save me."

"Where are you? Lu Bing, where are you now?"

“My father is dead, my grandmother is dead, and I, Masato, don’t want to live anymore.”

Zhou Yaren felt a suffocating, blood-red pain in her chest: "No, Lu Bing, where are you? Tell me, I'll come and get you, I'll come and get you right now."

"I don't know, Yaren, I don't know, it's so dark here." Lu Bing's voice was extremely mournful, as if it came from a distant abyss of hell. He choked out, "Don't come, don't come, please don't come."

“Lu Bing…”

"Masato, I'm in so much pain, I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore... Masato, I've come to say goodbye, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going, Lu Bing? Don't go!" Zhou Yaren suddenly lunged into the darkness, rolling off the bed and knocking over tables, chairs, and canes. In his panic, he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality. He crawled into the darkness, crying, "Lu Bing, don't go."

Startled awake by the crashing sound, Lin Mu sat up abruptly, shivering as he asked, "What happened?"

Why is it so cold inside?

Lin Mu's eyes widened suddenly, for the room was covered in a layer of frost and mist. When he pulled at his outer robe, the white garment was soaked through with the cold air. Ignoring the frost, Lin Mu dressed and got out of bed. He used some force to push open the frost-covered door, almost being knocked over by the wind and frost.

The rainwater in the yard froze into ice, and the rain curtains froze into icicles hanging from the eaves, with the cold penetrating everywhere, inside and out.

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to freeze this old man to death?!"

It was obvious who was responsible for this scene. Lin Mu ignored Elder He and ran to push open the door to Bai Yuan's room, which was sealed shut.

With a "crack," the ice layer between the door cracked open.

The door opened from the inside, and Bai Yuan, draped in silver frost, stood in front of it, unable to contain the chilling aura emanating from him.

"What's going on?" Elder He came out wearing his outer robe and saw Zhou Yaren had already crawled to the door, looking grief-stricken and bewildered. The tables and chairs inside were overturned, and the pillows and blankets were on the ground.

Before he could explain his grievances, Bai Yuan stepped across the thin ice and arrived in front of Zhou Yaren in a few steps.

Zhou Yaren then suddenly realized that she had just had a dream.

The dream was so vivid that he couldn't recover for a long time, and the dull pain in his heart continued into reality, lingering for a long time.

Bai Yuan squatted down and examined his pale face: "Elegant man."

Zhou Yaren leaned against the cold door frame, feeling utterly exhausted and sad.

His gaze focused, fixed on the frosty white face of the victim. The once pitch-black world finally gained a splash of color, but he couldn't calm down: "I dreamt that Lu Bing came to say goodbye to me..."

He couldn't settle down, and he was so injured that he couldn't even step out of this door. There were so many things that were beyond his control.

Bai Yuan was well aware of Lu Bing's importance in Zhou Yaren's heart.

They had been searching for the whereabouts of the Gu Master and Lu Bing all along their journey. Lin Mu said, "Captain Lu is a lucky man, he will be alright. Don't worry too much, Tingfengzhi."

How could I not worry?

But he couldn't predict what was wrong with Lu Bing, whether he was suffering greatly, just like this sudden dream, and whether he was enduring some kind of unbearable torment.

...

The torrential rain lashed the ground for most of the night, seeping into the already dark and damp cellar and forming a pool of water.

The python coiled in the cellar pool moved slowly, half of its swollen belly submerged in the water. It seemed extremely uncomfortable, its tail twitching very slightly, creating ripples and hissing sounds.

The python raised its head, flicking its forked tongue, and its coiled body stretched slightly, revealing the person it had been holding inside.

Lu Bing's face was pale and bloodless, and his breath was so weak that it was almost nonexistent. When the snake's tongue licked his cheek, Lu Bing's head drooped limply.

The python instantly became agitated. It used its head to push up Lu Bing's head, but as soon as it retreated, Lu Bing's head drooped down again, and it no longer cursed it as a beast.

Everything has a spirit, even an animal.

The python repeatedly arched its head at Lu Bing without success. It seemed to realize something, opened its huge mouth and let out a few terrifying roars, then suddenly sprang up and rammed its head against the cellar wall!

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Just as they were about to be smashed to their heads and bleeding, there was finally movement at the end. Chen Ying waded through the puddles and rushed over: "Qing Mang!"

The green serpent, carrying Lu Bing who was barely breathing, hissed and roared at Chen Ying. Its huge mouth was wide open, its fangs sharp as knives, almost able to devour Chen Ying.

Chen Ying's expression suddenly changed. She walked over to Lu Bing, checked his breath, and pressed her hand against his neck, but could no longer feel a pulse.

"Ah Cong!" Chen Ying hugged Lu Bing tightly. His body was as cold as ice, as if he were already dead. Chen Ying lost control and shouted, "Ah Cong!"

"Lu Bing, Lu Bing!" Chen Ying tugged at him and shook him, but Lu Bing didn't respond. One of his hands hung limply down, hitting the cold water. Chen Ying panicked instantly. "Young Master Lu, Officer Lu, Lu Bing!"

"Wake up." She frantically tried to pinch Lu Bing's philtrum, but his head slumped against her shoulder, showing no signs of waking up.

Just then, the masked man finally arrived. Chen Ying turned around abruptly and urged anxiously, "Quick, quick, he seems to have stopped breathing."

Chen Ying tried to rescue Lu Bing, but the snake's body entangled her tightly. She was both anxious and angry: "Qing Mang, let him go!"

The green awn clung to Lu Bing, refusing to let go.

Chen Ying couldn't drag him at all, and in anger, she slapped the python: "I told you to let him go!"

She desperately tried to pull Lu Bing's body away, but Qingmang roared and rebelled, biting Chen Ying's shoulder.

Sharp fangs pierced her flesh and bone, and Chen Ying felt a sharp pain. Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot: "Beast!" she cried. With that, she pulled out her hairpin and stabbed at Qing Mang, shouting fiercely, "I told you to let him go!"

The hairpin pierced the snake's scales, and the green light hissed as it released its grip.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Ying pulled Lu Bing out and handed him over to the Iron-Faced Man.

"Didn't we all get through this? How could it happen at this critical juncture..." Chen Ying's breathing tightened, and her hands and feet involuntarily turned cold as she followed the masked man as he strode outside.

The green mango slid into the pool and floated along with them.

Chen Ying suddenly turned around and shouted sharply, "Go back!"

The python recoiled in fright, and the stone door slammed shut.

Chen Ying was flustered and at a loss, muttering to herself all the way: "You know how stubborn he is, he's always going against me. I was just angry with him for a while, and I didn't want to deal with him tonight, but... was it because I caught a cold from the rain? I was too careless."

Ah Cong remained silent, quickly carried Lu Bing into the room, and gently placed him on the soft couch.

"He's supposed to be incredibly lucky, how could he succumb to such a little rain?" Chen Ying was in a state of confusion. She reached out to touch Lu Bing on the bed, but in just a short while, he had already stopped breathing.

Chen Ying's mind went blank, and all the color drained from her face.

Chen Ying stared blankly at Lu Bing, shaking her head in disbelief. How could this be...?

“He clearly pulled through, he survived the hardest times…” Chen Ying couldn’t accept this outcome. “No, Acong, he can’t die.”