The young man looked at Chen Han's departing back, sighed deeply, and followed him silently.

His name is Lu Yu, he is 19 years old, a new recruit of the Night Watch who just graduated from the training camp this year. Because he did not perform well in the final assessment, he was transferred to the 332nd Squadron stationed in Anta County...

When he walked into the dilapidated forest ranger station, he saw Chen Han strolling out of the room in a coat, and there was a light white frost in the house, and he felt that his future was bleak.

A broken city, a broken house, and a team with only one person.

Of course, after he joined, it became two people.

Life in the far north was a nightmare for Lu Yu, a native of the south. It was not until he came to Anta County that he realized what it was like to freeze into ice and what the extreme cold was like...

The only thing they had to keep away the cold, apart from unreliable heating, was a small, broken stove.

Fortunately, Captain Chen Han was a nice person and took good care of him on weekdays, but he really couldn't stand the harsh environment here. He really couldn't imagine how Chen Han could survive here alone for such a long time.

Doesn't he feel bitter?

Lu Yu had joined Team 332 for only a month and a half, but he had already secretly written three documents requesting transfer. Before he could submit them to the Night Watch's top brass, this sudden change shattered all his hopes.

Wind God, foreign land, mist, strange light...

Lu Yu could never have imagined that these things that an ordinary night watchman might never encounter in his entire life would actually happen to him!

When he thought that he was now in the fog and might never be able to return to Da Xia, Lu Yu actually missed the shabby Forest Ranger Bureau. Although the conditions were a bit difficult, at least his life was not in danger.

The two men, hiding from passers-by, braved the darkness and cold and came to the parking lot on the underground floor of the mall.

Several stoves were burning in the parking lot, lighting up a dark corner. The warm heat filled the entire garage. Beside these stoves, the fainted residents of Anta County were lying densely, their brows subconsciously furrowed, as if they were having a nightmare.

Chen Han carried the passerby on his back to a stove, put him down gently, picked up the blanket next to him and covered him with it, then reached out and touched his forehead.

Piping hot.

Chen Han sighed, and after hesitating for a moment, a faint white light appeared in his palm.

"Senior Chen Han, you can't use your mental power anymore!" Lu Yu saw this scene and said solemnly, "Your own soul has been injured by the strong wind, and you are still running a high fever. If you use so much mental power to open the forbidden ruins, your body will really collapse."

"Quiet." Chen Han said calmly.

He injected his spiritual power into the forbidden ruins. Under the white light, the paleness on the faces of passers-by slowly faded away, and the hot foreheads gradually cooled down.

Chen Han's Forbidden Ruins is a [Micro-Healing] of Sequence 389. As its name suggests, it is not aggressive, and even its performance in the field of healing is not very outstanding. Compared with other Forbidden Ruins, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the last Forbidden Ruins among the Night Watchmen.

Of course, if his Forbidden Ruins was not too unpractical, he would not have been transferred to Team 332.

The light in Chen Han's palm gradually faded. He moved his hand away from the passerby's forehead and wanted to stand up from the ground, but he felt dizzy and fell uncontrollably towards the stove behind him.

Fortunately, Lu Yu was quick to support him.

"Senior Chen Han, are you okay?" Lu Yu asked worriedly.

He reached out and touched Chen Han's forehead, subconsciously shrank back because of the heat, frowned and said: "Why is it so hot..."

Chen Han shook his head, his cracked lips slightly parted, "I'm fine... Help me to the side and rest for a while."

Lu Yu helped Chen Han to sit down next to the stove. Chen Han's pale face looked at the blazing fire in the stove, which was reflected red by the firelight. He reached out and slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with the fire.

He held the cigarette in his mouth with a slight tremor, took a deep puff, and exhaled slowly...

His expression softened a lot.

"Senior Chen Han, why are you still smoking now?" Lu Yu asked with a frown.

Chen Han smiled slightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Lu Yu, "This is not an ordinary cigarette. It contains a small amount of military stimulants that can refresh you."

Lu Yu was stunned, "Where did you get this kind of thing from?"

"A treasure left by a predecessor."

"This kind of thing is not common in this era... Is that a veteran?"

"Um."

"How is he now?"

Chen Han's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and then he said calmly, "Sacrificed."

Lu Yu was stunned, without saying anything, he silently handed the cigarette in his hand to the stove, lit it, and took a deep puff.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He started coughing violently.

"This thing tastes bad. It'll take a long time to get used to it." Chen Han smiled.

Lu Yu sighed helplessly, holding a cigarette in his mouth, staring at the fire in front of him, a little absent-minded.

"what's on your mind?"

Lu Yu hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "Nothing."

Chen Han glanced at him and said, "Actually, I can probably guess what you are thinking about..."

"Um?"

"You must be wondering... what kind of fucking fate is this."

Lu Yu was stunned.

Chen Han's eyes reflected the fire in front of him, and he muttered to himself, "Why am I so unlucky? Not only was I assigned to such a shabby place and suffered every day, but I also encountered such a weird thing as the arrival of the Wind God. Now even my life is going to be lost..."

"Senior Chen Han...what's wrong with you..." Lu Yu looked at Chen Han in shock.

"Because that's what I thought."

“…”

"During this period, have you secretly written several transfer applications?"

Lu Yu's body trembled, and he said awkwardly, "I...I...I didn't..."

"to be honest."

“…Three servings.”

Chen Han nodded slightly, seemingly not surprised by the answer.

Lu Yu glanced at Chen Han cautiously, "Senior Chen Han, aren't you angry?"

"Angry? Why should I be angry?" Chen Han chuckled. "A few months ago, I was exactly like you are now. I was thinking about how to leave this team every day. If I get angry with you, isn't that just slapping myself in the face?"

Lu Yu asked curiously, "Then why are you still here, Senior?"

Chen Han was silent for a moment.

“Because someone once said that the border must always be guarded by someone.

He made me understand a truth: the value of a Night's Watchman does not lie in how high his team number is, how magnificent the city he guards is, or how many merits he has won... but in the "guarding" itself.

When you stand in a city, ready to devote your life and youth to these people, your value has been realized. "

Chen Han's eyes swept across the hundreds of residents lying flat in the underground garage, and he spoke slowly:

"When everything is calm, we can do what we want to do, develop a side business, integrate into society, or guard a forest...

Now the sky is falling,

We...will hold up their sky."

Lu Yu stared blankly at Chen Han's profile, which was illuminated by the firelight, as if he understood something, yet seemed to understand nothing.

A soft sound came from the entrance of the underground garage.

Chen Han, who was running a high fever, stood up at almost lightning speed. The straight knife slung over his waist fell into his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the direction where the sound came from.

He was like a cheetah that sensed the approach of its enemy, revealing its ferocious claws and fangs beside the fire.

On the dark street.

A figure in black, carrying a sword case, walked slowly towards them.

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