Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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In these years, He Ruo, controlled by the great witch, had not allowed Wen Shilan to get close to him, and had rarely spoken to him. Wen Shilan only thought that he was in a bad mood because he could not ride a horse to fight, so he abided by the etiquette of monarchs and ministers and did not approach him. He watched helplessly as the Great Khan became more and more distant from him and became closer and closer to the Great Witch.
“I deserve to die!” Wen Shilan punched his chest with his fist and said, “I should have killed that bast**d with one knife! I should have discovered that you were suffering!”
When he was a boy, He Ruo recognized him as his adoptive brother, and he swore an oath. He would protect He Ruo for the rest of his life, but in the end, he couldn’t protect anything.
“A Lan!” Uluolun Heruo yelled again urgently. He wanted to step forward to help him, but he couldn’t move. His limbs were out of control and he couldn’t help but let out a roar, “Ah…”
Wen Shilan stopped suddenly. He made a move and stepped forward to support him.
“The soul has been transferred, but only the head is intact. The rest of the parts are not human.” Lin Xin squatted in front of He Ruo and squeezed his cold arm. “This body can only be controlled with red thread.”
Only the head was alive and he could talk, but he couldn’t move or eat, in fact he was just like the living dead. Living like this was too painful, just like those old people paralyzed in bed. The only advantage was that he did not need to go out.
There was a dead silence in the tent.
Uluolun Heruo was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed lowly and said in a hoarse voice: “That’s enough.”
Trapped in the lamp for more than ten years, watching many tragedies happen, but unable to speak, if he was not determined enough, he would have gone crazy long ago. Now that he could speak, he was content.
Lin Xin was a little surprised.
“Mr. Zhu, can you let me touch this child?” He Ruo turned his head and looked at Zhu Xingli first.
Everyone was a little confused as to why he was asking him. Zhu Xingli touched his nose, picked up the eight red threads, and moved his fingers slightly.
He Ruo naturally raised a hand and put it on Lin Xin’s head: “I’m sorry, uncle couldn’t help you.”
The great witch often read the news to him. He knew that Su Su’er gave birth to a child named Lin Xin. He also knew that his Su Su’er drew her own sword and killed herself just to not leave a drop of her blood to the great witch.
“Stabbed herself? My mother killed herself?” Lin Xin was a little surprised.
“After Lin Zhenghan found the Luli Mine, while resting at a house in Dahuang, they met the followers of the Great Witch…” He Ruo’s face gradually regained control but his expression still showed a trace of pain.
Lan Su knew that she had been found by the great witch and that she was no longer able to defeat him, so she immediately drew her sword and killed herself. Lin Zhenghan hugged her body and ran away. The barbarians didn’t know that Lan Su was dead. After intercepting and killing Lin Zhenghan near Zhaoyao Peak, they discovered that Lan Su’s blood had long since solidified and dried up and could no longer be used.
Lin Xin lowered his eyes and took a breath slowly. He was too young at that time and couldn’t remember many things clearly. He only remembered that Zhao Jian held him all the way and his father gave him a jade pendant when he was leaving. No wonder his mother didn’t say goodbye to him, she was already gone by then.
“My Su Su’er, when she died, was she still hating her brother?” He Ruo sighed. At that time, he was still a puppet and had no blood to use, so the great wizard decided to target Uluolun Dasu.
“No,” Lin Xin shook his head, “My mother said that my uncle is a great hero.” He couldn’t remember the original words, but in Lin Xin’s impression, he had an uncle who existed in the stories told by his mother. He had long forgotten the stories, but he clearly remembered that his uncle was a hero.
“Su Su’er…” He Ruo suddenly choked up, stretched out his arms to hold Lin Xin in his arms, clenched his fist and lightly punched his back, and then couldn’t help laughing and turned to look at Zhu Xingli.
This action was actually commonly used among men in Beimo. Zhu Xingli grasped the timing very well and coincided with He Ruo’s mood.
Zhu Xingli raised his eyebrows proudly.
After being disturbed by him, the sad atmosphere disappeared instantly, and everyone sat down to discuss the future.
The great witch was dead, and the scourge of soul devourers had been resolved. There was no need for Shen Lou to fight further. But there was still chaos in the capital. The emperor sent an order this morning, telling Feng Zhong to return quickly. The Great Khan was missing, so Beimo was also probably in chaos.
“Behind the Zhenlu You Company, there is the support of the Huluo Tribe and the Zhayan Tribe. They were the ones who set up that banquet. I have to destroy these two tribes and bring peace to the grassland.” Although living like this was painful, but there were too many unfinished things to deal with. He Ruo chose to live like this for the time being and asked Zhu Xingli to teach Wen Shilan how to control the red thread.
Hearing that He Ruo was willing to live, Wen Shilan’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly approached Zhu Xingli and humbly asked for advice.
Lin Xin touched his nose. Didn’t any of these people doubt how his master could play so skillfully? It actually didn’t take long to move a soul. In the past two hours, Zhu Xingli had been playing with He Ruo.
“I will discuss the matter about the battlefield with the Great Khan tomorrow.” Shen Lou had no intention of having a long conversation. After saying this, he hugged Lin Xin, who looked tired, and left.
Back in the tent, Lin Xin was thrown onto the bed with a bang.
Struggling to turn over in the soft quilt, Lin Xin swallowed his saliva, got up and hung on Shen Lou’s waist, and said with serious eyes: “Qingque, you just listened to that, right? My uncle said that my father really found the Luli Mine.”
According to the news from the Great Witch, Lin Zhenghan really found the mineral vein thanks to Lan Su’s ability to telepathize with Luli. They rested in Dahuang and gave the family some Luli as a reward. But that family got greedy and stole the bell that contained Lan Su’s remnant soul, causing the family to be wiped out a few years later.
But so what if they found it, neither Lin Zhenghan nor Lan Su left any clues. This was a meaningless topic, so everyone in the tent just ignored it.
Shen Lou didn’t answer, he opened Lin Xin’s hand, pushed him on the bed, pushed one knee between his legs, and held him firmly: “I don’t need Luli.”
“Then what do you want, a kiss??” Lin Xin raised his head and wanted to kiss him, but he couldn’t reach it.
Shen Lou pulled the two hands above his head and held them down. With his free hand, he pinched Lin Xin’s chin and forced him to look at him. He didn’t say anything, just looked at him, as if he wanted to penetrate this skin and see through the black heart and rotten liver inside.
In his previous life, Lin Xin had seen Shen Qingque’s cold face so many times that he was not afraid at all, but now when those deep eyes were filled with pain, it frightened him.
“Lin Buhua, who do you think I am?” Shen Lou’s voice was low and hoarse, with unconcealable fatigue.
Infatuation, love words, and vows all vanished in the face of “trust.” He wanted to have a good talk with him, but when he did, all that was left was straightforward questioning.
This person was always like this, selfish and self-righteous. He decided to absorb the Devouring Soul without permission and let him live alone. He decided to act as bait and knife without consulting him and only said a word. In Lin Xin’s mind, what exactly was Shen Qingque?
Dark blue eyes flashing twice, Lin Xin’s lower lip trembled slightly, but he was speechless.
What could be said? The disaster of eating souls was originally caused by him. If it was not solved this time, there would be endless troubles in the future.
Shen Lou was reborn with a purpose. Solving the disaster of soul devourers was his most important mission. For him, the common people in the world ranked higher than his own life.
What would have happened if he had told Shen Lou about his plan? If Shen Lou stopped it, the best opportunity would be delayed. The pot of blood that the great witch took from Zhong Youyu would be enough to destroy the Northern Territory Army; and if Shen Lou agreed, it would be very sad for Lin Xin.
“Well…it hurts…” Lin Xin frowned and whispered that it hurt and was immediately released.
“Where does it hurt?” Shen Lou hurriedly picked him up to check, and Lin Xin unexpectedly kissed him on the lips.
“My hands hurt, my back hurts, my chest hurts,” Lin Xin rubbed his lips and said, “You rub it for me.”
Shen Lou took a deep breath and started rubbing it for him seriously: “Lin Xin, do you think I will abandon you for the sake of the world, or will I stop you regardless?”
The body in his arms trembled slightly and remained silent.
Shen Lou gritted his teeth, pulled open Lin Xin’s clothes, and was about to tell him the answer personally, when a horn suddenly sounded outside.
Enemy attack!
Everyone rushed to the high slope and saw the great witch believers in black gathering in one place, a thousand people in total darkness. Each one was like a mad beast, howling and running towards the camp.
“Fire the arrows!” Shen Yingying ordered, and countless arrows flew out. Those people did not dodge but went head-on. They seemed not to notice the arrows piercing their bodies and did not slow down at all.
Everyone was startled. Shen Yingying opened the Sanghu Divine Bow and rushed into the crowd with a large arrow packed with spiritual power. It penetrated several people one after another and pinned the last three to the ground.
Those people whose bones were broken by the spiritual power fell to the ground, while the others kept moving forward.
Ordinary arrows were useless, only the Sanghu arrows with powerful spiritual power could restrain them, but Shen Qiuting only had seven arrows.
“They ate untrained soul-eaters and became mindless monsters,” Uluolun Heruo came over with a cold look in his eyes, “These monsters bite when they get close to living people, and the people who are bitten will also turn into monsters at that time.”
These monsters were already very close to the camp, and there was no time to set traps or escape. The enemy must be defeated with one move!
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