Chapter 22 Searching, Crying (1/2)

Not long later, Wang Bugui regained consciousness and immediately recollected something the moment his eyes opened. ”Sister Chiou, where's Sister Chiou? Where is she?” He asked frantically.

”Tell me! Where's Sister Chiou? Speak!” He said as he grabbed Druid's collar, upon noticing that both Merutia and him were still silent, their heads lowered. Druid shook his head in pity and remained quiet.

Wang Bugui then turned to Merutia and saw tears stream down her cheeks. He let go of Druid and fell shakily to one side as he gazed at the opposite end of the Tower Bridge. He scrambled back onto his feet and tried running across, stumbling many times along the way but always getting back up. For the first time, he felt that the bridge was extremely long, and he had long lost his confidence and sense of status as a genius of the Blood Hunter Clan.

He could only run toward the opposite end of the tower bridge as tears flowed from his eyes. He wished to see Hanae Chiou still alive, he did not know how he could continue living if she was no longer with him.

”Ahhhh!”

As he reached the end of the Tower Bridge, he spotted her clothes on a pool of blood that had yet to coagulate. Her Scythe of Soul Degeneration and Soul Locking Chain were left strewn on the ground far away, and he ran crying toward them, finally kneeling down before the blood pool.

He scooped up a handful of her blood within his trembling hands, his tears falling uncontrollably.

”Sister Chiou! Sob...”

His heart was finally completely broken by this time; not long ago, this woman was still by his side, comforting him when he was wounded. Now, she had passed on to the other world, and he could not even pay his last respects to her. He used his hands, which were stained with her blood, to grab his chest forcefully as he felt his breath quicken.

”Spurt!”

Finally, his heart could no longer take the sorrow and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He crumpled onto the ground weakly and sobbed as he muttered Hanae Chiou's name over and over again. This night had been like a nightmare to him— he had lost his caring clanspeople, beloved family, parents and even Hanae Chiou, whom he trusted the most over the course of the evening.

”Hahaha... all of them are gone, all of them have left me. Why, why am I so weak? So weak that I don't even have the right to die on the battlefield. Why does everyone trust me?” Wang Bugui laughed sorrowfully. He did not understand why the others were willing to exchange their lives for him when he was evidently just a coward and weakling.

”Humph, seems like that woman's last wish was a foolish one! To think that she died for a useless person like you. If I knew this would happen, I should have killed you earlier on!” Fields' voice came from his front, as the vampire walked out of the wood.

”Field!”

Wang Bugui roared as he crawled back up to his feet, his eyes like that of an enraged animal as he growled, wanting to extinguish any form of life he laid eyes upon. This was extremely pointless to Field, as the youth's meagre power could not harm him in any way.

”Useless creature! Even if you come at me, you'll only end up in defeat and humiliation. I can't even begin to understand why she would give her life up for someone as useless as you.” Field chided unsympathetically.

”Field! How dare you kill her. I swear I'll take your life for this when I've become really powerful!” Wang Bugui swore angrily at the Infante.

”Haha, I'll be waiting for you after you've become stronger— provided you can do that. Inside this object contains the last scene before that woman's death. Take it and look at it, see how useless you were!” Said Field as he tossed a blood crystal to the ground. After he finished raving, he turned and left.