Chapter 7 (1/2)
Despite being shrouded in the fearsome and vigorous black flames, Hei Lang, for some reason, didn’t fall down. He roars, he wails, yet his body remains upright as he walks a step after another to the entrance of the valley.
His blood and flesh looks as though they were burning and melting. The flames has reached his soul, causing his mind to become blank and lost. Even so, this man experiencing a living h.e.l.l walks a step after another forward.
Outside the valley, the sound of fighting could be heard. It seems that a fierce battle is going on.
Not too long later, when he is finally approaching the entrance of the valley, a silhouette flashes across the hill in front of him. The beautiful woman who comes flying towards him is Yun Xiao Qing. She takes a look at Hei Lang and her face immediately loses her color. She pounces over and exclaims, “Hei Lang, Hei Lang! You, you, what happened…”
At this moment, Hei Lang’s eyes have already lost their focus, as though the severe pain has eroded his senses. Maybe it is because he is at a loss, or perhaps it is an instinct of his, he leans towards Yun Xiao Qing.
Frightened, Yun Xiao Qing shouts. Her hands open up to support him, but suddenly, Hei Lang lifts his right hand and the black dagger which he holds firmly in his hands stabs through her chest.
Yun Xiao Qing’s voice comes to a halt. Disbelief shows on her beautiful face and she stares at the man who is being burnt by black flames. Her mouth opens and close for a few times, but no voice came out. Then, facing the sky, she falls to the ground.
Her beautiful eyes widen, unwilling to believe what she just saw. The blood from her chest scatters outwards, dyeing the ground beside her the color of the red acacia flower.
In another short moment, a white shadow appears. It is Yun Jian rus.h.i.+ng in from the exterior of the valley. He shouts, “There are strong enemies attacking us, there are a lot of them and they are very strong. Father… Ah! What happened! Hei Lang, what happened to you?”
Hei Lang leans towards him. At this moment, Yun Jian could clearly see his charred body scorched by black flames and the fearsome sight where blood and flesh meshes with one another. For an instant, he stares dumbfounded, unable to believe what he is seeing. Suddenly, he sees a black dagger appearing in front of him. Under the terrifying light of the flames, the dagger impales his chest.
The two bodies suddenly embraces one another tightly.
Fresh blood spurts out. Yun Jian’s body went stiff with an incredulous look. Even though the terrifying black flames continues to burn, it didn’t sear Yun Jian’s body in the least. It seems as though it will only continue burning on Hei Lang’s flesh and blood for an eternity.
The burning fresh blood dyes Hei Lang’s body red, turning him into a blood man from head to toe. Along with the appalling black flames on him, in this instant, Hei Lang looks like a demon from h.e.l.l.
Yun Jian clutches his chest and falls over weakly. Before his death, he suddenly catches sight of Yun Xiao Qing who is lying at a distance not too far away. He seems to have been provoked by something and reveals a look of incredulity to Hei Lang. He roars furiously, “You… You even killed her…”
Before he could finish his words, that life-robbing black sword flies towards him in the darkness. Sou, it cuts across his throat mercilessly, suppressing Yun Jian’s voice back into his throat. Yun Jian slowly lowers his head, shaking it with all his might before he falls over in death.
The black dagger is withdrawn, stained in the desolate color of red.
Hei Lang looks towards the dark heavens and releases yet another howl of agony. The pain seems to have destroyed his final thread of sanity. But, for some unknown reason, he didn’t stop his footsteps. He continues to walk forward like a demon and staggers forward in this dark valley. He gradually blends into the darkness and disappears from view.
In the footsteps that he left behind, a puddle of fresh blood could be seen in every step of his. In the darkness of the night, under the illumination of the wild flames, only the bright bright red acacia flowers tremble at the wind.
The black flames continue to burn furiously, burning down every single thing. The entire world turns dark and the only thing that seems to exist is that frenzied howl and the unbearable sight of flesh and blood being burnt dry.
“AH!”
After a shout, Lu Chen awakes from his dream suddenly. He sits up, panting with heavy breaths. The beads of perspiration on his forehead trickles down. The thin blanket that was covering his body slides down, revealing his slim but powerful upper body. He didn’t pay it any attention and continues to gasp for air as he stares at the foreign-looking bed in front of him.