Chapter 140 Who Are You?

Shen He turned around suddenly.

What caught my eye was a pair of astonishingly clear eyes.

Ah Sheng had woken up at some point and was leaning weakly against the rock wall behind him. His face was as pale as paper and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

But those eyes, like stars in a cold night, were fixed on the wolf.

He struggled, as if trying to sit up straighter.

"hiss--"

The movement affected the wound on his back, and he gasped in pain, with cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

But his eyes never left the wolf leader for a moment.

Chen He's astonishment was still written on his face, but his heart was already in turmoil.

What...what is he going to do?

Ah Sheng didn't look at her, but he seemed to know what she was thinking. He was confident and calm in the confrontation between him and the wolf leader.

He shook his head slightly at her.

It was an extremely subtle movement, but it carried an unquestionable command.

"Put down the torch."

His voice was still hoarse, but with a strange calmness.

What?

Put down the torch?!

Shen He's heart almost stopped beating.

Laying down his only weapon in front of these beasts? Is he crazy?

"Trust me."

Ah Sheng uttered two more words.

His eyes, through the dim light of morning light, looked straight at her.

No requests, just statements.

Those eyes were deep and powerful, as if they could see through people's hearts, and had a power that forced people to obey.

Chen He looked at his determined eyes, then looked at the wolf leader who was just confronting him and had no intention of attacking. His mind was in a mess.

Reason told her that this was ridiculous.

But the body obeyed as if possessed by a magic spell.

She gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and slowly lowered her arms.

But the torch, which only had a faint flame left, was still tightly held in her hand.

That was her last barrier.

Just as she lowered her hands, an incredible scene happened.

The wolf moved.

It took steady steps, one step at a time, towards Ah Sheng who was leaning against the rock wall.

Chen He's nerves tensed up again, and he almost screamed!

But it didn't pounce on it.

It walked to a place just a few steps away from Ah Sheng and stopped.

No fangs bared, no threatening growls uttered.

It just lowered its huge head, its nostrils flaring, as if it was sniffing something carefully.

Its nose explored the air around Ah Sheng and finally stopped near his injured back.

There, the lingering smell of blood was mixed with the bitter medicinal aroma of dandelions and willow bark.

It was the smell left when she treated his wound.

"Woo..."

A low whimper rolled out of the wolf leader's throat.

There was no threat in that voice.

Instead, it carries a sense of… grievance? And intimacy?

Shen He was completely stunned.

What did she see?

A wolf is acting coquettishly towards a human?

Then, something even more shocking happened to her.

Ah Sheng raised his uninjured hand.

The hand was slender and strong, but at this moment it was trembling slightly due to weakness.

He made a very strange gesture in the air.

His fingers were slightly bent, palms facing downward, as if soothing an invisible beast, and he pressed down lightly and tenuously.

Seeing this gesture, the wolf's sharp eyes miraculously softened for a moment.

It actually took two more steps forward!

At the moment when Shen He was about to raise the torch again, it lowered its head, stretched out its rough, barbed tongue, and licked the area near Ah Sheng's injured back very, very carefully through the blood-soaked clothes.

The movement was incredibly gentle.

With a strange sense of comfort.

It was as if he was licking the wounds of his king.

After doing this, the wolf leader raised his head and looked up at the sky.

“Ouch—”

A long wolf howl echoed throughout the valley.

But this time, there was no desire to kill in the howling, only a desolate and ancient command.

With this howl, the wolf pack that had surrounded the cave entrance seemed to have received the most stringent order.

They turned around in unison, silently, and retreated into the brightening morning mist like a tide.

It comes violently and goes silently.

In the blink of an eye, the wolves disappeared completely.

The wolf gave Ah Sheng a last, deep look.

That glance was so complicated that it frightened Shen He.

There is awe, worry, and a hint of... reluctance.

Then, it turned its tall body, leaped a few times, and disappeared behind the rocks and bushes.

Chen He froze in place, his mind blank.

She looked at him as if she were looking at a stranger she had never met before.

The wolves retreated completely.

The valley was dead silent.

The string that was stretched to the extreme in Shen He's mind suddenly broke with a "snap".

Her legs went weak and she fell forward uncontrollably.

"clang!"

She subconsciously thrust the long sword in her hand into the mud, barely able to support her shaky body.

He was gasping for breath, his chest aching.

The fear and exhaustion of the night now rushed towards her like a murderous evil spirit, wanting to crush her bones.

She suddenly raised her head and stared at the man on the rock wall.

Ah Sheng.

Those red eyes, which had been flushed from staying up all night, now looked like a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with all kinds of emotions mixed in.

There was the relief of surviving the disaster, and the relief that he had finally woken up, but more than that, there was the raging storm that almost swallowed her whole!

Last night, he murmured unconsciously in a high fever...

"exquisite……"

This morning, he had a strange interaction with the wolf king who was as gentle as a dog...

Scene after scene, incident after incident, were like heavy hammers, hitting her heart hard!

Ah Sheng leaned against the rock wall, his face still pale and his breathing still weak.

But his eyes were frighteningly clear.

He looked at her.

Looking at the clear red bloodshot in her eyes, looking at her cheeks stained with cigarette ash, looking at her hair that was singed by the flames and stuck to her temples in a mess.

His gaze finally fell on her hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

That hand was still shaking slightly and uncontrollably.

Then, he saw the undisguised inquiry, shock, and... deep in her eyes.

A trace of grievance that she herself had not even noticed.

Yes, it’s unfair.

She was terrified for him, stayed awake all night, confronted the wolves, and almost thought she was going to die here.

But he is hiding such a shocking secret.

No one spoke.

In the cave, the only sound was the crackling of the burning campfire.

Outside the cave, there is the tireless sound of the underground river.

This deathly silence is more suffocating than the howling of wolves.

Finally, Shen He spoke.

Her voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered, yet unusually clear. Every word she spoke carried an unavoidable sharpness and a hint of a suppressed tremor.

"Who the hell are you?!"

She finally asked.

His gaze was like two unsheathed swords, piercing straight into Ah Sheng's eyes, and refused to move away even a little.