Chapter 61: The debts of this life are hard to settle; accidentally brushing against Heng Qichun's chest...
They left the Yellow Springs on the same ferry they had come from, and were sent out of the Gate of Hell by a ghostly finger technique from the underworld messengers. After several twists and turns, they returned to the tomb of Emperor Yi in the Four Symbols Mountain.
Lou Yan was still in a daze.
The names on the Book of Ghosts were like an inscription on his grave, the few lines of small characters piercing through his soul in two lifetimes as if carved by a knife and axe, making him restless.
Didn't he get reborn?
Why does the ending of his previous life appear in the Book of Ghosts in this life, clearly indicating that he is already a ghost?
But……
Lou Yan raised his hand and stroked his body up and down, making sure that every arm and leg was intact, his heart was beating, and his veins were strong—he was alive.
That……
A soft murmur interrupted his thoughts.
Lou Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Heng Qichun leaning against the coffin of Emperor Yi, his clothes stained with blood, revealing a face that looked like a god but was extremely miserable.
His eyes were tightly closed, and he was probably enduring unbearable pain, as his brows were furrowed.
Lou Yan secretly thought something was wrong.
Heng Qichun, relying on his divine bones, repeatedly disregarded his own life and safety, appearing to possess boundless divine power, but in reality, he was far more than just a sickly person.
Thinking of the bet that almost left Heng Qichun's divine bones in the underworld, Lou Yan couldn't help but feel a chill.
He tightened his fingers, squatted down in front of Heng Qichun, and shook his master's shoulder.
"Hello." Lou Yan frowned. "Master?"
No response.
Heng Qichun's lips were devoid of color, which, combined with his pale white hair, made him appear even more exhausted and severely injured.
Lou Yan suddenly remembered something and bent down to reach for Heng Qichun's sleeve, but as he leaned closer, he realized that he could do it by hand. So he carefully used his fingers to lift Heng Qichun's sleeve, revealing her slender white arm, and Lou Yan's pupils contracted.
The wound that had been slashed open by the underworld's messengers was now oozing blood, and the dried, blackened bloodstains on her lotus-colored arm looked particularly glaring.
The underworld official used ghostly weapons, which were inherently incompatible with Heng Qichun's body. Furthermore, the ghostly energy amplified the wound, leaving it etched onto Heng Qichun's arm even though they had already left the underworld, like a malignant tumor that was difficult to remove.
This seems to be the reason why Heng Qichun remains unconscious.
Lou Yan stared at the wound in front of him, a look of disgust gradually spreading across his eyes.
As before, he couldn't understand why Heng Qichun would do such dangerous things. The woman was already dead. Even if she was slashed by the underworld officials with a ghost weapon, she wouldn't have been completely destroyed. Why risk his life to save her?
But when he thought of the whimpering child and the pleading woman, he couldn't bring himself to say anything more condemning.
Most gods possess this kind of magnanimity.
As a demon wolf, Lou Yan decided for the time being not to try to understand their strange behavior.
The wound inflicted by the demonic warrior was tainted with demonic energy and could not heal on its own. Lou Yan thought for a moment, then reached out and placed his hand on Heng Qichun's arm, allowing the demonic energy in the wound to gradually transfer into his own body.
Fortunately, he was a demon, so this bit of ghostly energy wouldn't harm him.
Heng Qichun's arm wound healed quickly. Lou Yan looked down at him, then thought of that barbarian emperor.
Lou Yan's face suddenly turned sour, and he vented all his pent-up anger on Emperor Yi.
Knowing full well that his master was injured, he didn't treat him. Now, things are really messed up. There's no village or shop in sight on Mount Sixiang, and it's questionable whether he can even bring Heng Qichun back.
We can't just leave them here unattended!
etc!
Lou Yan's eyebrows twitched, and she looked at Heng Qichun, who was still unconscious, again, her gaze involuntarily shifting halfway away.
If we just leave people here and ignore them...
It doesn't seem like it's impossible.
In his previous life, he had an irreconcilable feud with Heng Qichun.
During the two hundred years he drifted in the void, he recounted more than once the grievances between himself and Heng Qichun.
Although Heng Qichun personally retrieved the Eighteen Realms, Heng Qichun also used a sword to cut off the demon wolf's tail and threw it into the Heavenly Pool; although he trampled the entire Immortal Sect, Heng Qichun held his original body hostage and threatened him, and in the end he died under Heng Qichun's sword.
After thinking it over and over, I still felt that I was the one who suffered a loss.
Lou Yan raised her eyes, and with the help of the dim light in the tomb of Emperor Yi, looked up at Heng Qichun again.
His hateful gaze swept over the bloodless face, then over the slender eyebrows.
Even with his hands closed, one could still imagine the chilling loneliness in his eyes when he looked at her.
He was always so cold.
Lou Yan pursed her lips and tentatively took a step back. Seeing that Heng Qichun still showed no signs of waking up, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Zuo You has lived peacefully for more than half a year in this life. Heng Qichun has saved him from danger several times. Unless he rejoins the Nine Netherworld Realm, he probably won't kill his master and slaughter his clan.
Therefore, it would be best to settle his old grudge with Heng Qichun today.
Lou Yan stood there staring at Heng Qichun for a moment, then turned and left without looking back.
Since he wasn't a medical cultivator and couldn't heal Heng Qichun's injuries, he might as well let him fend for himself here.
This matter is of great importance. Once Nan Yushan discovers that he is missing, he will surely send someone to look for him. At that time, I will pretend to be a filial son and grandson, and I don't think Heng Qichun will say anything.
If he refuses to help today, the score between him and Heng Qichun will be even.
Lou Yan took two steps, his toes landing on the withered branches and leaves in the imperial mausoleum. Suddenly, a scene flashed before his eyes: a few days ago, he had transformed into a wolf here.
At that moment, countless grey flycatchers rushed towards him, with fox demons in front and fierce birds behind. It was Heng Qichun who snatched him from the jaws of the demons.
Lou Yan stopped abruptly, his brows furrowing tightly. He glanced back hesitantly at the still-sleeping deity.
Heng Qichun's injury is not serious, and Nanyu Mountain can definitely heal him. But... but what if Nanyu Mountain doesn't find this place?
Lou Yan tilted his head slightly.
If there really is such a useless person in Nanyu Mountain, to the point that Heng Qichun died here from his serious injuries, wouldn't he become an ungrateful and vicious wolf?
no.
They hadn't gone more than a few steps when Lou Yan quickly moved back to Heng Qichun's side. This time, without any hesitation, he squatted down, grabbed Heng Qichun's arm, and carried him on his back.
They moved very carefully, even deliberately avoiding the slowly healing wound on Heng Qichun's arm.
Lou Yan carried Heng Qichun a few steps away, and the breath he had exhaled not long ago came back heavily.
A tightness gripped my chest.
In both his lives, he had never carried Heng Qichun on his back, so much so that he did not know that the high and mighty god was actually so thin and bony.
He looked so thin on my back, no wonder he was so frail.
Having emerged from the underworld, they did not encounter any of the strange and monstrous creatures in the tomb of Emperor Yi.
Lou Yan guessed that Qin Jing had shattered, and all sorts of demons and monsters had returned to human form, taking advantage of the moment to scatter and escape.
That's all.
When he wakes up, I still want to find out about Emperor Yi's past from him.
He could leave Heng Qichun at the foot of the Eighteen Realms Mountain and have his disciples carry him back, thus preventing any deaths.
The entire Yi Emperor's Mausoleum was eerily quiet, without a trace of human presence. Only the spiderwebs, not yet dried and melted, remained, intricately intertwined in every corner.
As people walk by, they can still faintly glimpse the dim light within.
Lou Yan was very familiar with the layout of the Yi Emperor's Mausoleum. Carrying Heng Qichun on his back, he carefully avoided the skeletons on the ground and walked through the long passageway. At that moment, he was blinded by a white light that came towards him.
He raised one hand to shield his eyes, peering through the gaps between his fingers, and was slightly taken aback.
It had snowed again outside.
Snowflakes fluttered down, covering the mountains and fields in a blinding white expanse.
What followed was a bone-chilling cold; a chilling wind swirled around Mount Sixiang, swirling snowflakes that assaulted people's faces and necks.
Lou Yan choked on the cool, thin snow, and immediately pulled back the leg she had just taken a step out of. Pieces of snow stuck to her boots fell off.
In just a short while, half of his body was frozen solid.
Little did they know that the underworld was isolated from the human world and had no scorching heat or severe frost.
This day was already the coldest period of winter in the human world.
Lou Yan stomped her feet heavily twice inside the mausoleum gate, her breath steaming over a large part of her face, completely obscuring the prominent beauty mark under her eye.
He subconsciously wanted to rub his hands together, but suddenly paused as he raised them and quickly put Heng Qichun down from his back.
"Master?"
There has been no response yet.
He gently placed Heng Qichun on the mausoleum gate, then kicked aside the pile of bones that were in his way. He then squatted down in front of Heng Qichun and touched the meridians on his wrist.
His fingers were weak and powerless, and his spiritual energy was stagnant, truly giving the impression that he was terminally ill.
Lou Yan tilted her head suspiciously.
Whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that Heng Qichun's face was completely bloodless, even paler than the snow covering the mountains.
As he hesitated, Heng Qichun's chest suddenly trembled twice. Then, looking at Lingmen, he turned his head away uncomfortably, letting out a cough that was both difficult to suppress.
"Cough...cough cough..."
The voice was incredibly familiar. Not long ago, when Lou Yan was forced to transform into wolf form, Heng Qichun coughed like that on his bed for several days and nights.
It was a suppressed, restrained, yet utterly unbearable cough.
Isn't catching a cold something that happened a long time ago?
What... it's still not better?
Amidst the vast expanse of white snow, countless white bones lie scattered.
The supreme deity leaned against the tomb, his figure appearing as if he had fallen from the heavens.
Lou Yan's raised hand hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put it back.
After a long while, as if waking from a dream, he loosened his belt and draped the thin but barely warm outer garment over Heng Qichun.
While tying his belt, his fingertips accidentally brushed against a spot on Heng Qichun's chest, causing him to tremble violently.
It felt like it was in a lot of pain.
Lou Yan realized that she had just touched the wound on his chest that she had caused, and her cheeks suddenly turned red as she thought of something.
"Master, Master?" Lou Yan reached out and patted Heng Qichun's cheek, making his fair skin blush slightly. He could no longer contain himself and called out urgently, "Heng Qichun!"
However, Heng Qichun's eyes remained closed, showing no sign of waking up.
Lou Yan waited quietly in front of the mausoleum amidst the raging wind and snow. After a long while, he suddenly sighed.
"Alright, alright." He softened his tone, squatted down and picked Heng Qichun up again, gently patting his buttocks and legs with his palms as he coaxed, "I won't abandon you."
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