That smile was pure and unconcealed, flawless and spotless, just like a child's.
I don’t know what kind of fairyland it was in his dream that could make him linger here.
Luo Jiujiang sighed inwardly, and pushed Xie Chuncan without hesitation: "Brother Xie, wake up, Brother Xie? Brother Xie!"
He called out to Xie Chuncan several times, but received no response. Xie Chuncan's breathing remained slow and steady, as if he were deep in sleep. Yet, the smile on his face seemed as if it had been carved with a knife or an axe, not even the curve shifting a bit.
Luo Jiujiang pushed him to no avail, so he pressed the Baihui point on Xie Chuncan's head and carefully followed his meridians, gently injecting a stream of spiritual power that would have cleared the mind of an ordinary person. However, this spiritual power was like a drop in the ocean, unable to induce Xie Chuncan to move at all.
"..." Luo Jiujiang frowned and his expression changed slightly. In a hurry, he simply reached out and pressed the wound on Xie Chuncan's wrist. As his fingers exerted force, the wound that had already glued together was torn open again, but Xie Chuncan remained motionless, as if dead.
"Thank you, brother, for waking up!" With a little hope, Luo Jiujiang gathered his spiritual power in his throat, and his tongue burst out like spring thunder, and a killing sound that was enough to make people's blood boil came out of his mouth.
This time, the effort was not in vain.
Xie Chuncan only hummed in a dreamlike voice, wrinkled his nose, and said in a milky voice that was far from that of a young man: "Daddy, hold me. I'm looking for Mommy."
“…”
Luo Jiujiang was really stunned this time.
He was so clever that he recalled Xie Chuncan's "hatred of losing his family and exterminating his clan" with every breath he took. He remembered that Xie Chuncan was thrown to death at the age of seven, and he would never forget how this illusion had erased his memory of entering the secret realm.
If he could only remember things before the competition in the illusion, it was because he had to separate from everything he loved from then on. Then Xie Chuncan's separation came even earlier. Compared to Luo Jiujiang who still had the idea of returning home to report his safety, Xie Chuncan's farewell was even more cruel.
He no longer needed to report his safety to anyone. As long as he was alive, the whole family would be safe. If he unfortunately died, there would be no one left in the Xie family.
Thinking about it this way, Xie Chuncan was probably blocked out of most of his memories, and all he remembered in his dreams was his innocent and naive childhood.
"You've been washed to this extent in an instant, Brother Xie, you're really in danger." Luo Jiujiang smiled bitterly, but still refused to give up, calling out again and again: "Brother Xie? Xie Chuncan? Xie Chunhua? Xie Chunhong? Huahua? Honghong? Alas... It seems that you really don't want to wake up."
"That's right. If it were me, I wouldn't want to wake up and face this damn place." Luo Jiujiang sighed, then took a deep breath, as if to muster up the courage to say something.
"It's just that Brother Xie, there's no one else who can avenge the blood feud of the Xie family, young and old, except you. Wake up."
Luo Jiujiang gritted his teeth as he spoke, unleashing his Sound Killing technique with unwavering determination. His eyes flushed slightly, clearly showing his extreme reluctance to speak these words. He was a man of open-minded disposition, and unless a fight erupted into a life-or-death struggle, he generally didn't like to expose wounds, let alone the fact that he was now piercing the old wounds of his most devoted friend.
Perhaps it was because Luo Jiujiang used the sound killing skill perfectly in a desperate situation, or perhaps it was because the four words "blood feud throughout the family" touched upon the fundamental thing that Xie Chuncan could not ignore even in his dreams. Xie Chuncan, who had been as still as a sculpture, suddenly struggled with his limbs, and the disorderly struggle soon turned into a chaotic kicking and punching. His axe-like smile finally broke, and he soon burst into tears.
"I don't want to be stepped on! Let me go! Get out of here!" Xie Chuncan panted rapidly in his sleep, his chest heaving violently, his arms and legs kicking and thrashing like a drowning duck. His expression was filled with anxiety and resistance, and in a short time, he was sweating profusely. In that instant, Luo Jiujiang had a fleeting feeling: a shadow, from which he could not escape, was now firmly enveloping Xie Chuncan.
"Daddy! Mom! Sister! Uncle! Wake up! Wake up!" Xie Chuncan's voice was far beyond the realm of helplessness. It was sharp and frightened, with a kind of despair that made people's hearts tighten when listening. "I can't, I can't do it! Get out! I can't... Ugh!"
Xie Chuncan's muscles suddenly tensed, as if someone had grabbed him by the neck. A series of gurgling sounds escaped his throat, and his face quickly turned purple, as if he had stopped breathing. Luo Jiujiang lunged forward, pressing against his back, pouring his spiritual power into him without hesitation, while his other hand fiercely pinched his philtrum.
After ten breaths, Xie Chuncan finally regained his breath. He burst into tears, panting heavily, gnashing his teeth and crying, "Don't kill me..."
“Don’t kill me…”
“I’m going to step on it… I’m going to step on it…”
"I'm going to step on Daddy's face... Daddy, please forgive me, forgive me..."
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