City of Chaos 49 (Two Updates in One)
The three minutes that shook the entire chaotic city came to an end.
Asulin appeared in the Central Royal City, and Dr. Wei was waiting here early.
She looked at the extremely pale leader and reached out to pick up the young master for examination. However, Asulin took a sudden step back while holding Ning Ren as if in response to stress. Then he immediately reacted and slowly released his arms.
Dr. Wei suppressed the soreness in her eyes and hurriedly examined the child.
Asulin opened a thick mental barrier, covering the entire examination room.
Outside, Queen Yabai, Isa and Chief Baiyu followed closely. They did not dare to get close to Asulin in his current state and could only wait outside nervously.
They never thought they could survive this disaster - because of that child.
Ning Ren fell into a coma, but his sleep was restless, with the red cloak, which had shrunk a bit, wrapped around him.
Dr. Wei whispered to comfort him while quickly drawing blood for examination. However, the moment the test results were displayed on the crystal, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave and froze there for a long time.
Dr. Wei's eyes turned red and she checked again with trembling hands.
Still the same result.
Tears suddenly rolled down her eyes and she looked at the little boy lying there. The image that came to her mind was the child being well-behaved and acting coquettishly, calling her Aunt Wei.
Dr. Wei felt choked with discomfort. She did not tell the result but handed the crystal ball to Asulin.
Asulin rolled his eyes and saw the diagnosis text on the crystal ball:
[Cub, six years old (nominal age), diagnosis: potential exhausted, life force severed, permanent blindness, body will disintegrate in three days, no treatment available...]
He calmly returned the crystal ball to Dr. Wei and walked out holding Ning Ren.
Dr. Wei: "Chief, where are you going?"
Asulin removed the mental barrier and looked at the leaders of the three tribes guarding outside.
He clearly didn't say anything, but they could easily understand what he meant.
"I'm sorry," Chief Baiyu used his innate talent to deduce Ning Ren's body. The intersection of longitude and latitude actually showed a countdown of his remaining life. He immediately waved it away, his face pale. "I have no other choice..."
Isa: "Aren..."
Queen Jabeel stepped aside to make way.
Asulin's figure disappeared, along with Ning Ren.
He appeared in the old stone and found the chief elder and the second elder of the clan who were injured but not seriously injured. Many younger generations of the clan also gathered here, including Xixi, Momo, Yuanyuan and other friends of Ning Ren.
After the crack in the sky disappeared, they returned to the old stone.
A Sulin stood before the two elders, as if he had met a reliable elder. He finally revealed a trace of vulnerability. He bent down and said in a hoarse voice: "You two elders, is there any way to save A Ren?"
"Doctor Wei is young after all, so there's a chance she might have misdiagnosed him. Ah Ren is clearly still alive," Ah Sulin recalled the blood bond between him and his son. "He's just gotten smaller. He still has a chance to grow up..."
The elder of the second tribe felt heartbroken. He looked at the child in Asulin's arms and wanted to reach out to touch the child, but he carefully retracted his hand.
The elder of the clan suddenly spoke up, excitedly saying, "Sacrifice the light pillar!"
"Young Master, it was the resonance of the sacrificial light pillar that was triggered. He was the successor personally chosen by the sacrificial light pillar, bypassing you. Go there and ask Simao to communicate with the ancestors to see if there is any way to save him!"
Asulin listened to every word very carefully. After confirming that the elder had finished speaking, he immediately returned to the sacrificial light column he had just left.
Si Mao also meowed anxiously and followed.
When the leaders of the other three tribes arrived a step later, they only saw the crying children in the cub class and the silent members of the Mi tribe.
Isa wanted to catch up, but the White Feather Clan leader stopped him and said softly, "There's no way we can catch up. We have more important things to do right now."
For example, completely eliminate the remaining evil spirits in the city, rebuild the places destroyed by the disaster, and treat the injured soldiers.
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The shadow crystal has been turned off, and the people in the city can no longer see them.
Worship the Pillar of Light.
A Sulin felt A Ren's body temperature gradually dropping. He took off his outer robe and wrapped the child in several layers, then concentrated his mental power and wrapped him in another layer.
Ning Ren didn't feel any cold wind.
As soon as Si Mao arrived here, he jumped onto the pillar of light and tried to communicate with his ancestors.
But I don’t know if it was because the sacrificial light column was over-consumed, but at the beginning the light column didn’t respond to it.
Damn it, don’t let me down at this time.
Asulin will really go crazy.
Simao didn't dare to look back at Asulin's eyes. Just with a quick glance, he actually saw indifference towards the sacrificial light column and... a hint of imperceptible madness in Asulin's eyes.
It's not the madness of not knowing what you want to do, but the particularly rational way of restraining yourself from going crazy.
Si Mao asked himself honestly that he didn't want to see Asulin go crazy at all.
It gathered all its strength and squeezed out the little mental energy it had left.
Just when it was about to become as worried as a white-haired cat, the sacrificial light column vibrated, "Give me one day, one day!" Si Mao quickly curled up into a ball, without even saying the routine prayers, and fell into a deep sleep as quickly as possible.
Asulin sat on the edge of the light column on the second floor.
I stared blankly at the endless pink waves of grass in front of me in the cold winter wind.
He sat motionless for almost a whole day.
He didn't wake up until he heard a slight movement in his arms.
"...Aren?"
Ning Ren rested his head on Asulin's chest. The beating heartbeat there made him feel familiar and at ease. "Dad, where are we?"
He had no strength and thought that his voice was the same as before, but in fact it was very thin and weak, like the wisp of smoke rising from the wick of a candle after it was extinguished, which would disappear if he was not careful.
A Sulin: "Here is the sacrificial light column."
"oh……"
Ning Ren tried to open his eyes a little wider, but it was still dark.
He was tired and wilted.
Asulin felt a pang in his heart when he saw the dim and distracted look in the cub's gray-blue eyes. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the child, but as expected, there was no reaction.
Asulin pressed his palm on the side of Ning Ren's head, bringing him closer to his chest.
He looked at the waves of pink muhly grass in front of him and described it in a low voice: "This is the second time that muhly grass has produced pink fluff here..."
"Legend has it that the body of a god is buried in the Western Regions. The mermaids there call themselves the gods' children. They praise the deep blue of the sea, but they rarely set foot on the mainland and are unaware that the pink grass here is even more beautiful."
Asulin seemed to be telling a fairy tale.
"The birds that migrated before the disaster haven't returned yet. Perhaps when they do, some birds will also set foot here and spread the seeds even further."
"If you could..."
The more Asulin spoke, the deeper the thorn in his heart pierced.
The sacrificial light pillar beneath him was cold and ruthless. He didn't understand why the sacrificial light pillar still resonated with A Ren when the arrival of the Guhuo Bird had bought them enough time, but the leaders of their four tribes could obviously work together to seal the sky crack.
Isn't it a spirit? Isn't A Ren its chosen successor? Then shouldn't it protect A Ren?
Why push a simple and ignorant child out to bear all this?
Asulin's expression and voice remained calm, but his other hand gently grasped the edge of the sacrificial light column, slowly tightening it, and the blue veins on the back of his hand gradually became prominent.
Ning Ren's ear was pressed against his chest, so when Asulin's voice reached his ears, it was slightly itchy, blurry and vibrating, a little distorted, and very hypnotic.
But Dad’s voice would stop from time to time, and occasionally tremble slightly... Was it because it was too cold?
It seems so. It’s winter now.
He struggled to move his hand out from the layers of wrapping, and then placed it on the back of Asulin's hand. The soft warmth made Asulin's heart tremble.
His hand, which had almost crushed the edge of the sacrificial light column, suddenly loosened.
One day had passed and Simao had shrunk to the size of a kitten half the size of a palm. He barely stood up and looked at Asulin sadly.
Then he shook his head.
Asulin's heart was completely cold.
The back of his hand was pinched, and he lowered his head to look at A Ren.
"Aren is hungry."
A Sulin closed his eyes and pinched him gently, "...Okay, Daddy will take you home."
His back was still straight, but when Si Mao looked at him, he felt that something was different.
It tried to follow, but its legs gave way and it collapsed directly onto the beam of light.
A purple-green bird the size of a finger appeared out of nowhere, stumbled in front of Si Mao, and then fell down with a thud, unconscious.
Si Mao was puzzled.
Not only can this bird get close to the sacrificial light pillar, but it’s still alive?
It thought it had turned into a bird's egg again...
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They returned to the old stone cabin.
Asulin asked his tribesmen to prepare food, but when he fed the food to the child, he saw that his teeth were bleeding when he chewed.
Mi cubs will basically not eat anything other than milk before they are five years old, because eating it will damage their teeth and cause bleeding in their mouths.
Asulin rubbed it with his fingertips, and his fingertips were stained with a little bright red.
In fact, he thought he would be a stricter kind of father, but after raising the child, he gradually realized that he was subconsciously spoiling this sudden child.
Except for the initial blood stone paternity test and the accident with the Guhuo Bird, he never let Ning Ren get hurt.
Everything from food, clothing and daily necessities is exquisite and detailed.
but.
He clearly remembered that when the child was three years old, he could occasionally sneak in to eat some other food and nothing happened. This could only mean that... A Ren's physical condition was worse than two years ago.
Ning Ren felt very tired after eating.
He found the food difficult to chew.
"dad……"
"Spit it out."
Asulin put a handkerchief at his mouth, patted his back gently, and took a glass of water for him to rinse his mouth.
He stood up and searched for a long time before finding the discarded bottle that he had put away. He filled it with milk and put it into Ning Ren's mouth.
Ning Ren felt very embarrassed.
Before he was weaned, he walked around with his bottle in his hand, but after he was weaned, he automatically learned to be shy.
After drinking a few sips, he felt full and said, "I want to eat some red fruit."
A Sulin: "Okay."
Not to mention that there are still some glass berries left in the inventory, even if there weren't any, the City of Chaos would have to find ways to get them.
He behaved normally, no different from usual.
However, the somewhat violent silver mental barrier outside the stone house revealed a different message. All the people of the Chaos City, including the Mi tribe, were blocked five meters away from the stone house.
The sound of what Asulin wants will be transmitted through the barrier, and then they will be placed next to the barrier, and Asulin will move in.
Except for Dr. Wei, this place is simply an iron barrel.
Asulin did not comfort the injured tribesmen, did not pay any attention to other things, and did not ask about anything else.
Even now, many important events in the city are waiting for his decision and his decision.
The leader who had been calm and reliable for decades seemed to have forgotten his identity.
Many clan members who did not know the young master's true situation were panicked.
Some elders were very worried about Asulin's condition: "The chief has never been like this before. The inspectors on both sides are seriously injured and have fallen into a coma. Should we remind the chief..."
"alright."
The second elder spoke in a deep voice. He glanced around and said, "We are just old, not dead. You can ask me and the eldest elder about matters in the city."
He could understand Asulin's abnormality.
It's not just cubs that experience stress, adult Mirsai also experience it. Asulin looks calm on the surface, but his current state is clearly on the verge of collapse from deep stress.
It's just that I'm usually restrained and rational, so I don't show it externally.
"You can't expect the leader to always be the leader."
"He's still a father who hasn't gotten over his withdrawal period..."
A father who has not made it through the withdrawal period and is about to lose his child.
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Ning Ren ate the glass berries.
For some reason, he still thought the red fruit he ate for the first time was the most delicious.
He dug his front teeth into the red fruit and slowly sucked the juice inside.
It was getting dark.
"dad."
"Um."
"Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
"But you held me the whole time and didn't eat anything."
"have eaten."
Ning Ren paused, "Oh, yes, Ren can't see. Dad doesn't make any noise when he eats."
“…”
"dad."
"……Um?"
"I can't see it, how am I going to endorse it in the future?"
Ning Ren realized it later and started to worry.
"It's okay," Asulin quietly answered the child who asked the question. "There's Braille, you can feel it out with your hands, but it will be slower. I can read it to you."
"When practicing with the tail, it won't align with the stone stake."
"It would be better if the stone piles were cut larger."
"Then, will Momo and the others dislike A Ren?"
"No, they admire you for the monsters you fought off."
"Will Dad dislike A Ren?"
Ning Ren whispered, "I'm going to cause a lot of trouble for my dad in the future. Will I still become the coolest leader? But leaders are usually not blind, right?"
"Won't."
Ning Ren felt his hair being lifted from his forehead. His father's fingertips were a little cold, but his voice was very soft. "You will be in the City of Chaos from now on and cause me trouble. Ten years, a hundred years, it's all fine, okay?"
Ning Ren was happy. He muttered, "Then Dad will have to wait for A Ren."
A Sulin's Adam's apple rolled, "Why?"
The child's next simple yet cruel words pushed the thorn in his heart to the deepest point, causing it to bleed.
"Because A Ren is going to die."
Asulin took a long time to calm down, suppressed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and smiled silently, "No..." When he opened his mouth, he realized that the words he said were silent.
The skinny little ball in his arms had hollow eyes that looked like a grayish-blue mist. His face was filled with reluctance as he spoke the most innocent words:
"Dad has to wait for A Ren for a while. A Ren will go find Cong Cong's brothers and sisters and ask them to bring me back with them. Dad, don't leave the Chaos City for too long like you did before, otherwise A Ren won't be able to find you when he comes back."
He knew he was going to die, but he didn't know what death meant.
Asulin could stay in this city forever, but once he left this time, he would never have the chance to come back.
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Ning Ren was puzzled: "Dad?"
“…Yeah, okay.”
Asulin patted the child's head and said, "Don't get lost on your way home."
"No."
He has all the navigation equipment, so it is not easy to get lost.
After a while, Ning Ren yawned: "Dad, A Ren is sleepy."
But Asulin didn't agree to let him go to bed like before, "Dad, you're not sleepy yet, chat with me for a while."
"oh……"
The father and son were chatting idly, and Ning Ren couldn't hold on any longer, his head fell down, and he fell asleep.
Asulin's fingers trembled slightly.
After a long time, he placed his palm on the child's chest, where there was a weakly beating heart, still tenaciously maintaining the body's energy.
The thin blood source is connected by a red line, which is so faint that it seems like it will blow away at any time.
In the second half of the night, Ning Ren suddenly developed a high fever.
He was talking nonsense, his whole body was hot, but he was shivering from the cold. After Dr. Wei came in, she could only prescribe some medicine to barely stabilize Ning Ren's condition.
A Sulin stayed awake all night again.
Two days have passed since the successful sealing of the sky crack.
After daybreak, Ning Ren's body temperature only dropped slightly, maintaining a relatively safe threshold. He was like a small furnace, and the sight of him in so much pain was heartbreaking.
A rare illness made the child's consciousness confused and he became willful and spoiled.
She refused to eat anything for breakfast and was very timid. When she touched something unfamiliar, she would hide in Asulin's arms and cry.
He couldn't even tell who was who.
Ning Ren always felt that there were a lot of noisy voices in his ears, as if there were those of his great-grandmother and second grandfather, as well as Jie Ling, Uncle Ninglie, Jeremy, Teacher Tu Yue, Congcong, Brother Isa and other little friends.
They all seemed to be gathered around him.
When he was confused by the fever, he 'saw' them.
Ning Ren ran towards them, but they were getting farther and farther away. Finally, he missed his target and fell into a warm, broad and familiar embrace.
He slowly came to his senses.
The sound of the first fireworks echoed throughout the Northern Territory, not only in the City of Chaos, where one had escaped the clutches of the devil, but also in the surviving tribes who began to celebrate the Yuan Festival.
Snow was falling again in the vast northern sky.
Inside the stone house, Asulin was looking through the desk next to Ning Ren's bed.
There were many large practiced characters on it, and a small notebook the size of a palm, with scattered complaints in it. Before Asulin had time to take a closer look, he found that Ning Ren had woken up.
Ning Ren didn’t know how long he had slept, but he felt particularly energetic tonight.
"Dad, Yuanjie?"
A Sulin: “Yeah.”
Ning Ren urged him: "Let's go, let's go and see... let's go!"
Asulin wrapped him up tightly and went out.
They walked in the city, and many tribesmen on the street saw them, but no one came up to disturb them. Some of them saluted from a distance, while others followed silently behind and guarded from a distance.
Although the four tribes tried their best to repair the city of chaos.
But the city was still in ruins.
The streets are clean, especially after the snow falls.
Ning Ren only heard the sound of fireworks in the distance and wondered, "Aren't there any fireworks in the city?"
A Sulin stopped, looked back, and said, "Yes, it hasn't started yet."
The tribesmen following behind him immediately started to prepare fireworks. They took out the largest and most secretive fireworks and lit them on both sides of the street.
Their young master wanted to 'watch' the fireworks.
Their young master wanted the Lantern Festival to be lively and exciting.
The news spread quickly throughout the City of Chaos. Whether it was the Mi tribe or other tribes, they all began to prepare for celebration in their own way.
Because of a child's words, the four top tribes in the Northern Territory tried their best to create a "liveliness" that had never been seen in the City of Chaos.
Brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky, and cheers and celebrations rang out one after another.
They lit bonfires everywhere, spun around, and danced. The long-lost sound of bells seemed to symbolize this difficult triumph.
But they all gathered on both sides of the continent, and no one stood in front of Asulin. The snow on the road in front of him was still fresh snow that had never been trampled.
Ning Ren finally heard the cheerful noise he wanted to hear.
I suddenly felt a little proud.
That's right, a miracle is indeed a miracle, he saved everyone, and the Yuan Festival will be lively and lively! He nestled in A Sulin's arms peacefully. Even though it was very lively outside, the child felt peaceful in this embrace.
Asulin walked forward for a long distance and saw an altar.
He paused, walked up, and placed one hand on the wooden pillar of the altar.
Ning Ren: "Aren't you leaving? Where are you going?"
"...You've seen it before, last Yuan Festival, the altar surrounded by many tribesmen."
Ning Ren thought carefully for a moment and remembered.
His father had told him that the altar was dedicated to the gods, omnipotent beings who could grant all worldly wishes, provided a price was paid. But as long as one was strong enough, one wouldn't place their faith in anything else.
He wondered, "Why stop here? Dad doesn't believe it."
A Sulin was silent for a while, then said, "But I have a problem that I can't solve now."
He looked at the night sky where the wooden pillar pointed. There was a vast expanse of sky, filled only with countless slowly falling snowflakes. The wind blew throughout the year in the City of Chaos, but today it had died down, so the snow fell gently, a mild but not biting cold.
"So, did Dad make a wish to God?"
Ning Ren was conflicted.
If even my dad can't solve the problem, it must be very serious. Can he help?
A Sulin took back his hand from the wooden pillar, smiled, and said softly: "How could it be, such an illusory thing."
"Oh, Dad is still awesome."
Ning Ren moved closer, and he felt his father continue to move forward. "I still want to see Dad dance." After thinking about it, he chuckled, "When A Ren grows up, he will definitely be as handsome as Dad!"
The top of his head was gently rubbed, and his father said nothing.
A Sulin walked out aimlessly and came to a remote corner where there was a bonfire burning a year ago. He led A Ren to dance here.
The ice slide on the watchtower still seems to be in front of me.
He walked through the inner city and the outer city.
There are more and more tribesmen behind him.
They watched their leader quietly carry the young master up to the outer wall of the City of Chaos, and then sit down on the edge of the wall.
It is high above the ground and you can see very far.
Asulin looked into the distance and saw that unlike the bustle created by the City of Chaos, outside people were truly celebrating the joy of their tribe surviving the disaster.
He thought again that when he set out for the Gomian Plain, A Ren was sitting in this position and watched him leave.
What was A Ren thinking and how was he feeling at that time?
When the dawn broke on the horizon, Ning Ren felt an irresistible cold and sleepiness, and even his thinking became slow and dull.
His breathing gradually became weaker.
The blood source knot on Asulin's heart emerged, and the seal disappeared, leaving only a blood-colored thread connecting them.
He felt the seal being forcibly peeled off, and he felt A Ren's heartbeat slowly stopping.
He can't do anything.
Ning Ren: "Dad..."
The child huddled in the red cloak tugged hard at the corner of Asulin's clothes, "Are you... unhappy?" He could sense it.
A drop of warm water dripped into the corner of Ning Ren's right eye.
He heard his father's voice still gentle and steady: "I'm not unhappy."
Ning Ren blinked, thinking that he had misjudged the temperature of the snowflakes.
"I'm just not happy..."
Ning Ren muttered.
He patted Asulin's arm and said, "Don't be unhappy, look at Aren's tail."
Asulin lowered his head in a daze.
The child held his breath and tried hard. After a while, beautiful little flowers suddenly appeared at the tip of his silver tail.
Ning Ren remembered that when he first awakened his spiritual power and couldn't control it, his tail was flaming and embarrassing himself in public. His father laughed out loud. It was the first time he saw his father so happy. So he decided to continue flaming before leaving to cheer his father up.
"Dad, is the little flower pretty?"
In a trance, he heard his father say, "It looks good..."
A huge stone fell from Ning Ren's heart. The moment his body appeared in the light in the east, he slowly disappeared in Asulin's arms and turned into starlight.
The little flower disappeared.
The silver-tailed adult was in Mi Li's hand, leaving only an empty red cloak.
The blood knot on his heart disappeared, and the faint blood line completely shattered.
The sun is rising.
The revelry and celebration in the Northern Territory are far from over.
Asulin is still sitting here.
The pink grass in the chaotic city behind me was shrouded in the soft early sunlight, like a layer of hazy golden gauze.
There were also pink muhly weeds taking root in his heart, but suddenly one day, the muhly weeds were rudely pulled out, and the places in his heart where they had taken root turned into bloody emptiness and cold nothingness.
It will never be the same again.
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