Chapter 341 Jinjiang
Xiaoyan Shixun doesn't like the market.
From a long time ago, when other children of the same age were clamoring to go to the bustling market, Xiaoyan Shixun sensitively discovered that his parents would always deliberately let go of his hands at the market and deliberately tell him to wait in a certain place and not move.
He knew that his parents wanted to abandon him.
For an ordinary or even mediocre family, having a child who is too talented is a disaster.
The parents didn't know how to communicate with their gifted child. They couldn't understand Xiaoyan Shixun's world and couldn't see the vast world in the eyes of the evil ghost. Everything outside the well made them feel panic, and they were afraid that it would bring disaster to their family.
It’s not the parents’ fault, it’s just that he is not destined to be with them.
Xiaoyan Shixun thought so as he looked at the fear of his parents and relatives coldly.
He doesn't belong here.
But... he didn't know where he should go.
Xiaoyan Shixun was very confused. He stood in the market and let the bustling crowd pass by him.
But he saw that under the eaves not far away, a young man in a long gown with his sleeves rolled up waved at him with a smile.
The young man had a handsome appearance, and his demeanor was calm and majestic, which was out of place in the market. Everyone subconsciously avoided him, but Xiaoyan Shixun didn't know why, as if there was an attraction pulling him closer to the young man, and he felt a vague sense of familiarity.
"I'm used to seeing the stinky face of the elder, but I didn't expect that Yan Shixun, who was always crying like a ghost, had such a lovely childhood?"
When the young man saw Xiaoyan, his eyes were filled with surprise, as if he had seen a precious treasure.
When Xiaoyan Shixun walked up to the young man, the young man smiled and stretched out his white and slender fingers, gently pinched the boy's cheek, which still had a little baby fat, and his expression suddenly showed amazement.
——It was as if he had just successfully pulled out the beard of a wild animal.
"Yeah, it feels so soft."
The young man sighed with a smile, looking at the red marks on Xiaoyan Shixun's cheek without any sense of guilt.
He sat in the corridor and patted the seat beside him leisurely, motioning Xiaoyan Shixun to sit over.
"You can't wait for Yeli if you stand there, why not come over and sit down."
He said something that Xiaoyan Shixun couldn't understand: "We have plenty of time to chat. We can spend time here until my strength is exhausted. Don't worry, no one will come to disturb our solitude."
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, looked at his open palm, and said in a low voice: "Until everything is reduced to ashes, no one will come to find me again."
He subconsciously kept tapping the folding fan, but forgot that the fan was no longer in his hand. The authority and remaining power he held had long since vanished under the thunderbolt.
Thousands of years of habits cannot be changed in a short period of time.
The young man slowly withdrew his hand, gathered his sleeves and looked up at the market with a sigh in his eyes.
At the last moment, it would be nice to find such a place. At least it would allow him to say goodbye to Yan Shixun, and Yan Shixun would be by his side until the moment he disappeared.
——Although it’s the small one, it’s also very good.
"You ran away from home?"
Xiaoyan Shixun's calmly questioning words made the young man unable to breathe and choked himself. He immediately started coughing violently, until the corners of his eyes turned red and tears appeared.
"What?"
The young man looked at the boy beside him in astonishment, thinking this was ridiculous. How could anyone think that the King of Hell would run away from home? Where did this conclusion come from?
"When will your parents come to pick you up?"
Xiaoyan Shixun looked at the young man with extremely calm eyes, as if the young man was the younger and more childish one between the two of them: "I can stay with you for a while, and when your parents come, I will go home with them. The world outside is too dangerous."
The King of Hell was so angry that he laughed. So Yan Shixun had this kind of personality when he was a child?
"You actually told the King of Hell that the world is dangerous."
When he looked at Xiaoyan, Xun's eyes were full of amazement: "What are you thinking? It's normal to say that the King of Hell is dangerous to the human world."
"But in your eyes."
Xiaoyan Shixun pointed at his own eyes and signaled to the King of Hell, "You are clearly looking forward to someone coming to find you and take you away from here. You are different from me. You still have people you trust and a place you are looking forward to returning to."
"My parents abandoned me, but your parents didn't. You still have a place to go."
The King of Hell was stunned.
Although the boy is young, his eyes and words are full of seriousness. It seems that he is not joking, but really trying to persuade the "willful" King of Hell. Even every word he says has a basis.
The King of Hell unconsciously touched the corners of his eyes and was in a trance for a long while before he regained his senses.
Maybe what the boy said was right, he might really be looking forward to someone finding him...such as that guy Yan Shixun, he hadn't had time to say goodbye to him properly.
After all, you are with each other day and night, and have been through life and death together. Even if you leave, you should say it solemnly.
Or maybe, it was that little idiot who was still waiting foolishly to return to Yan Shixun.
The subconscious thoughts were revealed from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, but were captured by this sharp young boy.
Yan Wang slowly put down his hand and gave a faint smile: "You...should I say you are worthy of being Yan Shixun? Whether it's the big one or the small one, they are both equally sharp."
"How can someone who has lived less than a fraction of my life look older than me?"
The King of Hell knocked Xiaoyan Shixun with his fist and chuckled, "I am thousands of years older than you, call me daddy."
Xiaoyan Shixun: “…”
His eyes clearly said: This person is so childish.
The King of Hell was so angry at this look that he laughed: "Don't you believe it? I am the King of Hell."
Xiaoyan Shixun's eyes suddenly turned into pity, and he nodded: "Oh."
King of Hell: "Hmm? Aren't you excited? This is a rare opportunity to see the King of Hell."
Xiaoyan Shixun turned his eyes away and refused to look at the King of Hell again: "The grandfather at the end of the alley said the same thing before he died. He saw the King of Hell. The fat kid next door who eats snot also said that he is actually Ultraman."
“…………”
The King of Hell had a cold face: I understand, this kid never believed in me at all and treated me like a fool.
The King of Hell, who originally felt a little regretful for never having met Yan Shixun's childhood, suddenly felt that it would be okay even if he never met him.
He originally thought that Yan Shixun's sharp tongue and violent temper were learned from Master Li, but it turns out that he had been like this since he was very young? This was clearly Yan Shixun's original character.
The King of Hell subconsciously looked towards the market.
The little boy who no one cared about would save the whole world 20 years later, save the great country from collapse, and save everyone's lives.
Unfortunately, no one will believe this now, and no one is willing to lend a hand to Xiaoyan Shixun.
His eyes turned cold, and he suddenly understood Yan Shixun's character.
No, it should be said that what surprised him the most was Yan Shixun, who was still willing to reach out to all lives after having such an experience.
"Don't care about the world in front of you. They can't understand the world and heights you have seen. They don't know that there is a bigger world outside this market."
The King of Hell said to Xiaoyan Shixun in a calm voice: "One day, you will see the world that no one else can see, and you will be on par with the Great Dao. And the world will also see how brilliant and brilliant you are."
Xiaoyan Shixun: “…Oh.”
King of Hell: "??? What's wrong with you kid? Your attitude makes me look like a lunatic talking nonsense."
Xiaoyan Shixun turned away and said, "The fat kid next door who eats snot also said that he will save the world in the future."
"Don't compare me to that... kid!"
"oh."
"Don't make that syllable!"
"……Oh."
“…………”
The King of Hell sighed tiredly, feeling that his initial calmness in facing death had been completely shattered by Xiaoyan Shixun.
He had originally thought that he could have a few leisurely words with little Yan Shixun before leaving, and leave with a casual chat. However, he had not expected that Yan Shixun had such a personality when he was young.
Thinking that Ye Li had first met Xiaoyan Shixun here, although he had never seen the scene back then, the King of Hell couldn't help but feel sympathy for Ye Li.
It's so tragic. I don't know what will happen to me.
——But the King of Hell didn’t know that Xiaoyan Shixun not only did not doubt Ye Li’s IQ, but also gave Ye Li a piece of candy.
The King of Hell felt that he was almost pissed off by Xiaoyan Shixun and wanted to come back to life.
But he quickly adjusted his mood, his handsome brows slowly softened, and he laughed softly.
It’s nice to have such an experience before the final death.
He is very clear about his status.
No ghost or god can survive the thunder of the Great Dao. What he faces is all the causes and effects in the entire heaven and earth.
Remind Ye Li and let Ye Li pass the trial and become the Great Dao, which makes the cause and effect corresponding to the power of the Great Dao all fall upon the King of Hell.
Ever since he escaped death a hundred years ago, the King of Hell has been consuming his already limited remaining strength, gritting his teeth and struggling to find a glimmer of hope between heaven and earth.
He knew that Yan Shixun and Ye Li were the only chance to save the world and revive the world, so he sacrificed himself without hesitation. Before stepping into the trial, he already knew what he was going to face.
He was walking towards a path that would lead to his inevitable death, but he would not retreat even a little.
Because that is the right way, the path he adheres to.
As a remnant soul, the King of Hell has held on long enough and is tired.
With Yan Shixun around, he thought, he could finally close his eyes with peace of mind and entrust the world behind him to Yan Shixun.
The King of Hell lowered his eyes slightly, and a smile slowly formed on his lips.
Xiaoyan Shixun looked at him strangely: "Aren't you going to go home?"
The King of Hell was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "No, it's impossible to go back."
"There are eighteen or nineteen things in this world that are not as we wish. How can everything go as we wish? Even the King of Hell is only a small ghost. Compared with the living beings in heaven and earth, what is his status?"
"Although it's indirect, I can say without any hesitation that I saved this world. Now my mission is complete and it's time. I should say that this is an opportunity I worked hard to earn."
There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, he was holding up his long gown embroidered with clouds and cranes, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he faced his death calmly.
Xiaoyan Shixun blinked his eyes and looked past Yan Wang to the other side of the market: "But your parents have come to pick you up."
"You don't belong here, so leave this world to me."
Xiaoyan Shixun smiled and said, "You still have a place to go, so remember to go home."
Yan Wang looked at Xiaoyan Shixun in surprise, then suddenly realized something and turned around to look in the direction he was looking.
But at the far edge of the market, there were two slender figures standing.
One of them had sharp eyes and looked at him through the fog.
If it’s not Yan Shixun… then who else could it be?
The King of Hell's heart skipped a beat and he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Yan Shixun would actually come back to find him through the trial field.
This is by no means an easy task. As a rule violator, the remnant soul does not have much time left. Even this little time has been earned back by him at the cost of his life.
But with his strength, he could no longer walk out of this trial field.
However, Yan Shixun took the initiative to pick him up...
The King of Hell couldn't help but think of that little fool Zhang Wubing, and how during the years when he was weak and fell into sleep, Zhang Wubing had learned on his own how to cling to others and clung tightly to Yan Shixun, his future master.
That little idiot actually did something smart?
When he came to his senses, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly.
"Is this how you understand yourself? You knew you would come back to find me, so you told me to go home?"
The King of Hell turned around with a smile, but the next second, his smile faded.
Xiaoyan Shixun, who had just been sitting next to him, disappeared the moment he turned around and looked away.
Before the King of Hell could look at Yan Shixun again, Yan Shixun's voice had already sounded behind him.
"You look like you don't want to go home. What happened? Did you have so much fun?"
The voice was extremely cold, brewing a calmness that hinted at the coming storm.
The King of Hell blinked and turned around innocently.
Sure enough, Yan Shixun was standing behind him.
Shrinking the earth into an inch... It seems that not only Ye Li has passed the test, but Yan Shixun has also taken on this great responsibility.
Seeing everything developing as he wished, a smile appeared in the King of Hell's eyes.
The most surprising thing was Jing Xiaobao, who was held in Yan Shixun's hand and used as a detection rabbit.
Jing Xiaobao looked the King of Hell up and down, amazed.
It was the first time he saw the previous King of Hell. He didn't expect that Yan Shixun really did not lie to him. The King of Hell really had a face exactly like Zhang Wubing's.
But this face was not like Zhang Wubing's silly grin. There was no crying or cowardly expression. It was as if all unnecessary emotions had been discarded and it had become steady and calm. Between his relaxed and elegant eyebrows, there was the confidence that he could remain calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of him.
Even in the face of death, he remained calm.
It seemed as if all variables were under his control and nothing could shake him.
Jing Xiaobao found it magical, they had the same face, but because of the changes in temperament and expression, the former King of Hell and Zhang Wubing looked like two completely different people.
He looked at the King of Hell at a close distance with curiosity, and even wanted to try to fight with him.
But Yan Shixun slapped him down with a palm, shattering all his thoughts.
Jing Xiaobao pursed his lips, looking very aggrieved and wanting to cry.
"I didn't expect you would actually come."
After a moment of silence, the King of Hell smiled again and said, "I thought you should know very well that there is no return under the thunder of heaven."
"I have done what I should do. I have no more obsessions. Even if I leave now, I will not have any regrets. What will I do if I go back?"
The King of Hell folded his sleeves and chuckled, as if he didn't care about his own life or death. In front of Yan Shixun, he did not show the reluctance and nostalgia he had just shown in front of the young boy.
But Yan Shixun looked down at the King of Hell and sneered: "Did you finish what you were supposed to do? How come I didn't know? Don't you think that after saving all the lives, you have done everything?"
The King of Hell looked at Yan Shixun with some confusion, as if asking: Is there anything I missed?
"What about you, Hades?"
Yan Shixun asked: "Aren't you among all living beings? You saved all lives, but you only let yourself die?"
"Aren't you life? Isn't there anyone waiting for you? You..."
Yan Shixun's Adam's apple rolled up and down, suppressing the soreness in his throat: "You have never thought about yourself, right?"
The King of Hell was stunned by Yan Shixun's question.
After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, and a smile gradually appeared between his stunned eyebrows.
"Just one question from you is worth a thousand questions in the world... it's enough."
The King of Hell sighed softly with contentment.
Someone is waiting for him to return. The remnant soul that has been walking alone against the will of heaven for a hundred years finally has a place to go.
Is there anything more joyful than this? This sentence is enough to comfort the persistence and loneliness of the past thousands of years.
The King of Hell laughed softly, patted the seat next to him, and said, "I used to regret not being able to see you as a child and missing out on that life opportunity. I don't believe in the evil ghost entering the bones of the Great Dao's life opportunity, and I think this is another mistake of the Great Dao. After all, I stayed by the side of the last evil ghost entering the bones, and all I got was an empty future."
"But after meeting you, I realized that I was wrong. That vitality is indeed enough to save the Great Dao from danger."
The King of Hell looked at the market in front of him calmly and said softly, "Now, I have no regrets. Yan Shixun, thank you."
Even if you live for a thousand or a hundred years, what does it matter? How can it compare to the satisfaction of fulfilling your obsession and then dying.
He has lived long enough to witness the rise and fall of dynasties, good and evil in the world, and the great changes in the world. The only thing he can't let go of is this world.
But now, with Yan Shixun here, he can finally leave with peace of mind.
He knew that even if he left, Yan Shixun would help him protect this beautiful world and would not let evil spirits disturb living people.
Yan Shixun frowned. He suddenly realized something from the King of Hell's words. He carefully examined the King of Hell's soul, and then he was stunned.
The King of Hell who was sitting here, his power was leaking out bit by bit, and his soul was rapidly weakening.
Even though he still looked calm and normal, but... he could disappear at any time.
Even if the King of Hell manages to escape from the avenue, he will still have to pay for his karma in the end.
Yan Shixun was silent.
No one spoke first.
The breeze blows by, as if spring is about to come, warm and gentle.
The market was bustling with people and there was no cloud under the clear sky.
The King of Hell narrowed his eyes and let his hair flow around his cheeks, as if he was intoxicated by the spring breeze.
Yan Shixun bent down slightly, put down Jing Xiaobao in his hand, then walked to sit next to Yan Wang, and watched the hustle and bustle of the city outside the eaves with him.
"Can't you stay?"
He asked softly: "Even if the avenue now is me."
The King of Hell glanced at him and said with a smile, "Yan Shixun, when you asked this question, you should have known better than anyone that there can be no great way without rules. If you act in a way that is personal for me, you are denying my efforts, which proves that you are not qualified to become a great way."
"You are the sky that I want to hold up even if I exhaust my soul. Yan Shixun, please don't let me down."
The King of Hell patted Yan Shixun's shoulder nonchalantly, then slowly stood up, gathered his sleeves and looked into the distance.
The distant sky was already rolling with blood-red clouds, and the sound of thunder could be heard from afar, rumbling.
As long as the King of Hell is not dead, the trials will never end, and nothing will ever come to an end.
Yan Shixun also saw the strange phenomenon in the sky. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end, when the King of Hell looked at him with a smile, all his words turned into a long sigh.
He must...make choices between his own selfish emotions and all living things time and time again.
The current peace and vitality are built on the sacrifices of the King of Hell and countless other people. For the current situation, countless people have rushed to death and sacrificed their lives.
If he chose to save the King of Hell, it would be tantamount to betraying all life and erasing the achievements of those who died.
he……
Can't choose.
Yan Shixun's hands hanging by his side trembled slightly, and finally he clenched them into fists and gritted his teeth to hold on.
Angry clouds and thunder quickly moved towards this side, the market scene dissipated like clouds and mist, and heavy rain poured down.
Ye Li couldn't help but take a step forward, as if trying to keep the King of Hell.
However, the King of Hell looked over with a smile, and his calm gaze stopped Ye Li's actions.
“It seems like I’ve never said that before.”
He whispered, "A thousand years ago, when you killed the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor, I was very happy that death had finally been changed. When the new Fengdu rose from the ground, I realized that impure death was the future I was looking forward to."
"Originally, the underworld did not have the power to compete with Fengdu, but because of your acquiescence, hundreds of millions of souls have the opportunity to fight. Thank you, this is the best thousand years I have ever spent."
The King of Hell curled his lips and chuckled, nodding to Ye Li.
"Then, it's time to say goodbye."
"I should have died a hundred years ago, but because I was worried about the human world, I stayed here for another hundred years. Now, it's time for me to retire."
The King of Hell lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Xiaobao who was looking at him curiously.
After learning that the new King of Hell was the dead evil ghost, the King of Hell was initially surprised, but then he slowly realized the purpose of Yan Shixun's arrangement. He realized that Yan Shixun was far more suitable to take over this world than he had imagined.
Guarding the underworld and Fengdu, connecting death and life, and making all things in heaven and earth regain vitality.
The King of Hell knew that even if he came, he would not be able to do better than Yan Shixun.
If that is the case, then why should we be so concerned about our own existence? As long as the universe remains, why should we seek empty fame?
When work is accomplished, do not dwell on it. That is all.
The King of Hell's gaze slid across Ye Li and Yan Shixun one by one, and finally turned around again, standing in the rain and looking up at the sky.
Then, he slowly took a step forward.
Yan Shixun pinched himself tightly with his fingers to prevent himself from rushing forward impulsively to pull the King of Hell back.
His slender body was shaking with endurance, his eyes were red, and tears were faintly visible.
“Boom!”
“Boom——!”
The thunder struck, cutting through the air and bringing up a series of flames, the force was so overwhelming that it was irresistible.
The strong wind lifted up the King of Hell's long gown, the corners of his clothes fluttered violently in the air, and his hair was tangled, blurring his vision.
The bright light illuminates the handsome face of the King of Hell, as if he is a god standing high on the altar, looking down upon the world with compassion and love.
But he has never been a silent clay statue. He has always walked with death, possessing his body to rescue the souls that fell into the river and holding up the blue sky with his head held high.
The King of Hell turned his head slightly, and looked at Yan Shixun with a smile amid the thunder.
"I am lucky to have the opportunity to say goodbye to you. This time that was stolen by chance should be returned to the Great Dao. From now on, there will be no more omissions between heaven and earth."
"Yan Shixun."
With a smile on his face, he called out Yan Shixun's name for the last time: "I have no place to go, but that other little idiot does. I'll give you one..."
“BOOM——!!!”
Yan Shixun slowly opened his eyes and subconsciously stretched his hands forward, instinctively trying to pull the King of Hell back.
But ninety-nine thunders struck, the earth shook violently, and the sky collapsed.
The figure of the King of Hell disappeared in the blindingly bright lightning.
The entire trial field quickly collapsed, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, all scenes turned to dust, and darkness surrounded from all sides, swallowing everything.
Yan Shixun felt nothing under his feet, a sense of weightlessness came over him, and he suddenly fell into darkness.
"Zhang Wubing——!"
…
"!"
Yan Shixun quickly opened his eyes, his brain still executing the instructions before he lost consciousness, and he instinctively ran forward.
But he soon realized that the surrounding mountains and forests overlapped with his memory, and he had returned to the village outside the trial field.
Behind me came the sound of rustling branches, mixed with the sound of people's footsteps.
The rescue team had already dealt with the village on the other side of the mountain and started to move towards this side. When they pushed aside the trees, they found that Yan Shixun, who had just disappeared, was standing motionless under a tall tree.
The team members felt something was strange and went forward to ask.
But he saw that when Yan Shixun turned around and looked at him, tears flashed in his eyes.
The team members were immediately shocked.
In his impression, Yan Shixun was a man who would not cry even if the sky fell, and could endure any hardship. What happened that made Yan Shixun have this kind of...
"Mr. Yan?"
The team member stepped forward with concern: "Do you need my help?"
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No need."
King of Hell, Zhang Wubing...
At this moment, a cry of surprise was heard from the side: "Huh? There seems to be someone over there! The bushes are shaking!"
"Quick, go and take a look, there might be survivors in the village!"
Yan Shixun also heard the shouts of his team members, but he was still immersed in the shock and grief of Yan Wang's death. His brain was unconsciously thinking, how could there be survivors in the village? They must have either died or been reincarnated...
But slowly, he realized something and his eyes widened instantly.
He turned quickly and looked towards where the team members were running.
A figure was vaguely visible in the swaying weeds. The man had his eyes closed and seemed to have lost consciousness.
But that face was one that Yan Shixun was extremely familiar with.
He has seen this face crying and laughing, frowning and smiling, and it has always been by his side, accompanying him in every important moment.
That person...is clearly Zhang Wubing.
The moment this realization appeared, Yan Shixun's body had already moved before his brain, and he took a step forward and ran towards Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing was still wearing the clothes he wore when he went to the southwest. He was covered in scratches and dust, looking disheveled. He closed his eyes tightly, the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost non-existent, his hair was messy and scattered on his cheeks, and his breath was weak.
The team members were shocked and didn't know what happened to Zhang Wubing and why he became like this. They couldn't accurately judge the injury and didn't dare to move Zhang Wubing at will. They stood around at a loss for a while and quickly contacted medical staff to come and check on the situation.
The closer Yan Shixun got to Zhang Wubing, the more uneasy he felt. His hands were shaking and he didn't dare to check on Zhang Wubing's condition, fearing that he would touch a cold corpse.
Maybe there is a glimmer of hope, or maybe the world is unwilling to give him even this little bit of luck. No matter what the result is, when he goes to confirm it, everything will be a foregone conclusion.
Making a choice is always a difficult thing, and all the consequences must be borne by the person who makes the decision.
Yan Shixun, who was never afraid of bearing the consequences, suddenly did not want to see with his own eyes the future he had chosen. He knew that he had to make such a choice. Zhang Wubing could not be compared with all living things, but... that was his minor illness.
The team members felt the sadness and heaviness emanating from Yan Shixun. They became silent and slowly stepped aside to make way for Yan Shixun to walk towards Zhang Wubing.
No one asked what had happened. The sad look on Yan Shixun's face already told them the answer.
Some team members who couldn't bear it turned their heads away and sniffed to prevent their tears from falling.
And Zhang Wubing's appearance at this time finally caught Yan Shixun's eyes.
The little sick who was jumping for joy, the little sick who was laughing foolishly, the little sick who was cheering because of the success of the show, the little sick who was crying and shouting for help out of fear...all the lively and vivid faces disappeared, and in the end there was only Zhang Wubing lying motionless in the grass, with wounds all over his body.
Yan Shixun slowly squatted down beside Zhang Wubing. His outstretched hand trembled again and again, and he could not make up his mind to hold Zhang Wubing's pulse.
Ye Li walked behind Yan Shixun and placed his hand silently on his shoulder, wanting to give him some comfort and strength.
Yan Shixun smiled bitterly, but he closed his eyes, and finally made up his mind and held Zhang Wubing's wrist.
The slender fingers touched Zhang Wubing's pulse, and the fingertips felt a soft and slightly warm area.
Even though the pulse was weak, it was still beating tenaciously.
Joy instantly blossomed in Yan Shixun's eyes, and at the same time, his heart, which had been hanging high in the air, finally fell back into his chest.
After confirming that Zhang Wubing was still alive, Yan Shixun quickly bent down and roughly checked his condition. He held his wrist with one hand and continuously supplied vital energy to his meridians, supporting this body to begin self-repair and beating.
Zhang Wubing's pale face gradually regained its human color and began to turn rosy. His brows, which were tightly furrowed in pain, gradually relaxed. His breathing became steady and his pulse beat strongly.
Finally, he coughed weakly a few times, his eyelashes trembled violently, and his mind returned to his body from the darkness.
Zhang Wubing tried hard to open his eyes, but the weakness and fatigue deep in his soul kept pulling him, trying to drag him deeper.
But a force suddenly pushed him, and he seemed to hear someone saying to him -
"Go ahead, Yan Shixun is waiting for you."
'I can't go back, but at least I can save you.'
Zhang Wubing felt himself being pushed into a bright light. The oncoming sunlight was so blinding that he could not open his eyes wide. He could only try to look upwards through the gaps between his eyelashes.
Then he saw a handsome face full of anxiety and worry.
Yes, yes...Brother Yan!
Zhang Wubing suddenly became excited. He tried hard to raise his hand and grab Yan Shixun who was so close to him.
But his weak body prevented him from even doing this simple action, and he could only stare at Yan Shixun helplessly.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhang Wubing felt a thousand grievances and sadness surge in his heart, as if he had experienced something tragic in his sleep, but could only watch everything happen helplessly.
Tears welled up and rolled down my eyes like a broken faucet, winding down my cheeks and wetting my clothes.
Zhang Wubing stretched out his trembling hand, which fell weakly in mid-air, but was firmly grasped by another hand.
Yan Shixun held Zhang Wubing's hand tightly, stared at the little fool who started crying as soon as he woke up for a long time, then slowly began to smile.
"Why are you crying? Aren't you back?"
It's like a child who can't find his parents. Even if he walks thousands of miles stubbornly, the moment he sees his parents, tears will still fall unconsciously, and he will want to tell his parents all the bitterness and grievances in his heart.
Fortunately, Yan Shixun's arms were always reliable and solid, enough for Zhang Wubing to cry peacefully until he cried out all the accumulated fear and regained his calmness.
Yan Shixun stretched out his hand and steadily picked up Zhang Wubing from the cold grass ground.
He held Zhang Wubing horizontally in his arms, took one last look in the direction of the cave, and turned to walk towards the other side of the mountain.
The King of Hell's consciousness had already dissipated under the thunder of the Great Dao. Once he was targeted by the Great Dao, there was no possibility of escape. But Zhang Wubing was different.
The one who reminded Ye Li in the trial field was not the living Zhang Wubing, but the remnant soul of the King of Hell.
The King of Hell took advantage of this slight difference and sent Zhang Wubing back through the cause and effect between him and Yan Shixun, while he himself went to his death with a generous laugh.
From then on, there was no more soul of the King of Hell in the world, only the living Zhang Wubing was left.
Yan Shixun's hands around Zhang Wubing couldn't help but tighten slowly, and he felt heavy-hearted.
However, from the other side of the mountain came the laughter of the guests and team members, as well as the hearty laughter of the Taoist priests. Everyone was happy that order and stability had returned to the world.
Yan Shixun stopped and looked quietly at this peaceful and happy world.
Outside the world that ordinary people have never explored, there are countless other people who are constantly working hard to protect their safety and happiness, even at the cost of their lives, in exchange for their peaceful lives.
Those who died gave their all, not for fame or wealth, but only for the sake of life.
Upon their death, a new world was lifted up, order returned to the universe, and yin and yang were balanced.
The sun is above and never sets.
Yan Shixun withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm.
"Let's go...let's go home."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com