Senior Brother, Help
Seeing this, the old man known as Chancellor Han nodded slightly.
He got up from his seat and walked straight towards the front door of this carriage. Three young men around twenty years old were waiting respectfully there. Seeing the old man approach, they lowered their heads simultaneously and said:
"Teacher."
"Stop the train. His Majesty wants to send off General Nie."
The three young men exchanged a blank look. Although puzzled, they still walked straight towards the front of the train.
More than ten seconds later, the train began to decelerate. The humming whistle echoed through the vast expanse of the birch forest, and finally braked steadily on the snow-covered plain.
The door opened. The old man and the three young men stood by the disembarking door. Behind them, the driver in the train's control room also stood there with a dull gaze, like a puppet, as if they were neatly lined up to respectfully welcome Ying Fu's arrival.
On this green train, the other passengers were also sitting blankly in their respective seats, motionless like sculptures.
Ying Fu stood by the rails, facing the birch forest amidst the thin mist. The surroundings were quiet, leaving only the wind and snow.
He gently squatted down and pressed one hand against the surface of the snow-covered plain. Fine electric arcs flashed on the ground. A stele carved with patterns slowly constructed itself and broke out from the soil, eventually standing tall and immovable among the trees.
Ying Fu reached his hand into the accumulated snow. With a light rub of his fingertips, the transparent snow water was dyed ink-black, tracing stroke by stroke on the surface of the stele.
—Tomb of General Nie Yu.
As the final stroke fell, a tombstone took shape. Nie Yu died thousands of miles away, but his stele was personally erected by Ying Fu, resting forever in the birch forest of the snow-covered plain.
Seeing this scene, the old man's gaze was somewhat complicated.
Ying Fu slowly stood up before Nie Yu's stele. After taking a deep look at the inscription, he turned and walked towards the train.
"Your Majesty, next..."
"Let's set off."
The snow-white fur coat fluttered in the falling snow. Ying Fu calmly spoke, "Continue north. When the time is ripe, Zhen will personally go and seek revenge for General Nie."
As Ying Fu stepped onto the train, the old man also respectfully followed closely behind. A moment later, the roaring whistle sounded again over the uninhabited snow-covered plain, slowly disappearing at the end of the tracks...
...
Dawn gradually broke.
Chen Ling stumbled out of the factory building, passed through the ruins of the shattered shops, and slowly walked towards the direction of the museum.
After killing Nie Yu, Chen Ling simply treated his wounds. However, because his injuries were truly too severe, his movements were still inconvenient... Not to mention anything else, those organs like intestines flowing out of his waist and abdomen were difficult to heal naturally without being stitched up. He could only find a Plastic Bag to temporarily hold them, simultaneously trying his best to stop the bleeding to prevent dying from excessive blood loss.
Ever since Chen Ling stepped onto the Divine Path, this should be the most difficult battle. Even though Nie Yu had already been heavily injured by Xiao Chunping, and his Rank was sealed, and Chen Ling himself had prepared traps in advance, he almost died here in the end...
"If I also mastered a Domain, perhaps I wouldn't be in such a sorry state," Chen Ling let out a long sigh.
By the time Chen Ling slowly dragged himself to the museum, the sky was already extremely bright.
After that great battle with Nie Yu, the museum was already incredibly dilapidated, especially the main hall, which was basically reduced to ruins... And at this moment in the backyard, the three figures of Su Zhiwei, Yang Xiao, and Xiao Chunping were lying separately on beds, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.
With unkempt hair and a dirty face, Yao Qing sat alone on the steps of the backyard, holding a military knife he had picked up from somewhere. Behind him were those three peacefully sleeping beds... His bloodshot eyes constantly surveyed the surroundings, like a resolute gatekeeper, ready at all times to fight the enemy to the death.
Seeing a figure approaching from afar, his muscles instantly tensed. But when he saw it was Chen Ling, his entire person finally relaxed.
"How did you get injured so heavily??" Seeing the wounds on Chen Ling's body, his expression changed.
This wasn't because Yao Qing lacked experience, but rather that Chen Ling's injuries were truly somewhat terrifying. If it were any other Ordinary Person, their corpse would probably have grown completely cold by now. Yet the [Blood Robe] was still supporting Chen Ling's body, maintaining his life force.
"I'm alright," Chen Ling glanced at the beds behind him. "How are they?"
"Nothing serious, they just passed out."
"That's good."
Chen Ling relaxed a bit in his heart. Bending over, he slowly sat down on the steps beside Yao Qing, his face pale as paper under the sunlight.
"I'll call an ambulance for you!" Yao Qing immediately took out his phone to make a call, but was stopped by Chen Ling.
"No need... It will take time for the ambulance to arrive, and if the ambulance comes, how should we explain this place?"
"But if your injuries continue like this, you will die."
"Rest assured, I won't die." Chen Ling glanced at the time on his flip phone. "...I should be going back soon. After I go back, someone will treat me."
"Go back? Go back where?"
"It's not important."
Chen Ling didn't explain further to Yao Qing, just quietly sat on the steps. A gentle breeze brushed past his bloodstained cheeks, and the world was tranquil and peaceful.
Yao Qing was silent for a long time, but still spoke:
"Chen Ling..."
"What is it?"
"So, I'm the only Ordinary Person, right?" Yao Qing's hand holding the military knife unconsciously tightened. "Obviously I'm the youngest and have the best energy, but I can't help with anything... How can I become as powerful as you guys, and Grandmother?"
Chen Ling glanced at him and said calmly, "This kind of thing can't be rushed... When the opportunity arrives, perhaps everything will fall into place naturally."
Yao Qing pursed his lips and sat there gloomily, not saying a word.
His unwillingness and self-blame were naturally seen by Chen Ling, but even if Chen Ling wanted to help, there was no way... Even in the era of the Nine Monarchs, existences that could be chosen by the Divine Path, become [God-Favored], and step onto the Divine Path were extremely few, let alone in modern times. For Yao Qing to want to step onto the Divine Path, the difficulty was basically maxed out. But with this kid's intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship, there might actually be a possibility.
Chen Ling looked down at his phone screen. As the numbers of the time continuously jumped, a line of characters popped up before his eyes:
[File No. 129439 Time Limit Reached]
[Reading Interrupted]
Chen Ling's vision went black, and his consciousness began to constantly sink. By the time he opened his eyes again, strands and wisps of fresh blood seeped from his lips...
Inside the Home of Old Six, Chen Ling, sitting cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, looked down at his blood-drenched body, a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes.
"Sure enough... the injuries were brought back too."
Chen Ling struggled to stand up from the bed. Holding the organs flowing from his waist and abdomen, leaving a bloody footprint with every step, he pushed the door and went out.
Inside the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, it was the dead of night.
The bright moon hung in the vault of heaven over the grassland. A gentle breeze blew the emerald green grass like ocean waves. The rooms of all the other senior and junior brothers were incredibly quiet, seeming to have all gone to sleep.
Chen Ling dragged his blood-drenched body and stopped in front of one of the doors.
Knock knock knock—
Chen Ling weakly knocked on the door.
"First Senior Brother... cough cough cough... First Senior Brother?"
After a brief pause, urgent footsteps sounded from inside the house. Bright yellow light shone through the living room window, and the door in front of Chen Ling was forcefully opened.
First Senior Brother Ning Ruyu was sporting a pair of sleepy eyes, "Little Junior Brother, what's the matter... hmm???"
A pool of blood bloomed at Ning Ruyu's doorstep. Chen Ling, covered in blood, smiled miserably:
"First Senior Brother, help..."
Ning Ruyu: ????!!!!!