Shaoheng, when you wake up, everything may have changed. The peace you cherish may be gone, and the pain you've been deliberately avoiding will force you to face reality.
But don't be afraid, Grandpa has never abandoned you, and never will. Keep smiling and persevering.
"Grandpa..." Ye Shaoheng lay on the ground, reaching out his hand with all his might, his mouth choked with sobs, "Don't go any further! You're my only family left..."
[Actually, you should be able to tell that Shi Yin is never happy. You rely on her a lot. I don't know whether I should stop you or remind you, but you should know that she's only just turned 18, and she's very lonely.]
[You are a very cheerful child. Even though you have lost your grandfather, don't be discouraged. You must stay with Shiyin until the very end. We, the Ye family, will dedicate our lives to serving the Yanlong Kingdom. She can lead you.]
"Grandpa! Sister Yin can handle this, right? Sister Yin will be here soon, don't go!" Ye Shaoheng shouted desperately, "I beg you..."
[You're actually quite good at causing trouble for everyone. Even though the apocalypse is so cruel, you always manage to smile. Countless people have complained about it, even Shi Yin is a little helpless.]
But Grandpa didn't care.
A young person should be a young person, spirited and vigorous, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, unafraid of the years, with stars in their eyes and mountains and seas in their heart, riding on dreams and living up to their youth, wandering the world with a sword in hand, unaware of where the road ahead lies, roaming freely across the four seas without fear of hardship and danger. You are still young, you have plenty of opportunities to start over.
So let's continue down this path from now on.
"grandfather!"
Ye Shaoheng saw it: a fiery red pattern—it was a person hanging upside down, the sword in his hand seemingly used to commit suicide, clinging to Ye Yuansong's neck before the flames engulfed him.
A blinding flame shot into the sky. Ye Shaoheng subconsciously closed his eyes. He felt suffocated, enveloped by the intense heat. After the extreme heat, he felt a sense of lightness throughout his body.
When I opened my eyes again, the black mist was gone.
Instead, there was a sword, a giant sword, burning with blazing flames, gold and red in hue, half a person's width, looking very much like a Tang sword, only wider and larger.
"Hey, you must be kidding me." Ye Shaoheng stumbled to his feet, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
Or perhaps he simply hasn't accepted reality; it's not real. It's like a grown-up child looking back on their life, feeling like they haven't even fully experienced childhood before suddenly growing up.
Wow, that was fast.
Like a dream.
"Grandpa? No way, is this an illusion? I'm not awake yet?" Ye Shaoheng touched the sword, and the armor on his body immediately trembled violently, instantly throwing Ye Shaoheng away.
Ye Shaoheng felt his life force rapidly draining away in that instant, and the armor, protecting its master, immediately repelled him.
But Ye Shaoheng felt it—that strong, intimate, and familiar feeling.
【Ugh—!】
[Roar——————!]
The Red Horse Knight moved. The black mist it had just condensed was burned away, which enraged it. How could an insect break its move!
With a roar, the warriors in the bloodbath suddenly realized that the zombies they were fighting seemed to have entered a berserk mode, attacking them frantically.
The black mist returned, but this time it was much thinner, and it made the zombies even more ferocious.
"What a joke!" Ye Shaoheng grabbed the sword again, but he was bounced away again. Unwilling to give up, he lunged forward and grabbed the hilt once more.
The armor trembled violently and emitted a loud buzzing sound, which sounded more like a wail to Ye Shaoheng. But nothing could be more sorrowful than he was now. He only felt anger and wanted to kill this monster.
Even if he still can't match it, it doesn't matter, at least he'll tear off a piece of flesh.
"What a joke! It's all my fault, all my fault!" Ye Shaoheng gripped the sword hilt, his face contorted with rage. "Why does everyone reject me, not even you!"
[Waaah————]
The red-horse knight turned stiffly, his cleaver falling from the sky towards Ye Shaoheng. The cleaver was enormous, with a sharp blade, yet even so, the width of the blade was wider than Ye Shaoheng himself.
"Why am I the only one holding everyone back? Haven't I tried hard enough? I've done everything I can!" Ye Shaoheng roared.
The armor was changing and writhing. The armor, which clung to the body like a bodysuit, began to change. This time, it could finally be said that Ye Shaoheng's superpower was indeed a suit of armor. Fiery red patterns surged on the silver armor and finally stabilized on the armor.
"Why? If anyone has to be sacrificed, it's me who gets sacrificed, not Grandpa!"
This time, Ye Shaoheng drew his sword. He did not dodge, but faced the falling giant cleaver head-on.
"It's because I'm incompetent, I'm useless, I deserve to be abandoned, why him!"
"when--!!!"
The clash of blades produced a violent buzzing sound, and the intense vibrations of the steel made one's heart tremble. Anyone would worry that the blade might break at any moment.
But Ye Shaoheng blocked it; he could almost feel the giant sword carrying him in resistance.
As Ye Shaoheng swung his sword from bottom to top, flames spread like wildfire, covering the battlefield far outside the prison and instantly destroying more than 70% of the zombies.
Then, the greatsword slipped from his hand again, and Ye Shaoheng fell to the ground. He felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and this blow made him feel as if he had used up all the strength of his life.
"Why……"
"For no reason." Footsteps approached, and Shi Yin's voice rang out from the side: "Because you are his grandson, his spark."
Ye Shaoheng barely opened his eyes. Shi Yin was standing beside him at some point. Ye Shaoheng was a little incredulous. He was too tired, both physically and mentally. He couldn't quite distinguish between dreams and reality.
"Sister Yin." Ye Shaoheng wanted to say something, but his mouth choked up as soon as he opened it. His vision was clear and blurry at the same time, and a warm stream kept flowing down his temples.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Ye Shaoheng burst into tears as soon as he opened his mouth. "I'm sorry, I couldn't do anything. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"No need to apologize to me, you did very well." Shi Yin gently touched Ye Shaoheng's armor, and Ye Shaoheng felt a cool sensation that restored some of his strength.
At least I'm not so sleepy anymore, at least I don't want to just fall asleep.
"This is fake, right? This isn't real." Ye Shaoheng felt very confused: "Is this a dream? This is my replay of the scene. It's me who's dead, isn't it?"
Shi Yin remained silent.
"Sister Yin, I can't beat this Red Horse Knight. There's nothing I can do." Ye Shaoheng closed his eyes, feeling only pain.
"It's alright, I'm here." Shi Yin glanced coldly at the red-horse knight who had locked his attention on her, her calmness terrifying: "Originally, it was my target."
"Although the energy of the semi-finished product is not satisfactory, but... to speed things up, oh well."
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