whispered to Alan."Your Highness, you should ask the Shaman King yourself! How would I know his plans""How could I possibly ask! You go and ask for me. If it's just staying here, I should at least tel...It is the husband of all things.
That divine beast that carried me through so many places.
With its white fur and four corners atop its head, it stood on a high cliff, bleating. The sound reached my ears as if...
"Hold on!" I shouted, holding out my hands to it.
People in ancient times should have been like me, right
Faced with sudden disaster and loneliness, bewildered and looking around helplessly, seeing a "god" who can save loneliness and anxiety, I would want to embrace it immediately.
When the animals jumped from the top of the cliff, so high, I was worried it would jump into the river below.
Who knew it was as light as a feather, its four hooves seemingly stepping on clouds as it gracefully descended and landed before me.
"Fu Zhu, Mu Wan Chen ni" That's all I care about.
As long as he is alright, I won't panic about what this Wuzhishan City turns into.
When all the little heads bumped my palm, its nose was wet and ticklish when it touched my hand.
I dodged the four huge horns of Hu Zhu, anxiously asking, "Stop playing around, where's Mu Wanchen Where are the others from Wuzhuang Mountain City"
When all the arches were arched, I immediately hugged its neck and climbed onto its back.
Before, I would carefully try to be ladylike, sitting on its back with my side facing the direction of travel. Now, I don't care about any of that; I just straddle it like a horse and sit directly on its back.
Maybe I've stayed on this platform for too long, and some lost souls, attracted by the anger, drifted over here.
The steed, without a moment's pause, suddenly reared and leaped from the platform, hooves pounding against the night wind.
Below, the river water was battered by the torrential rain, churning like it was boiling. This sight of the river bubbling brought back memories for me.
This was the scene when I first came here.
At that time, Mu Wanchen was silent and irritable. He had too many things in his heart but couldn't tell anyone.
He was alone.
Neither his parents, teachers, nor even his former queen could stay by his side.
I thought Mr. Fu would jump straight into the river, but he landed lightly on a small boat instead. I was soaked by the rain and, seeing the turbulent river, felt a twinge of fear.
"Sir, where are we going Can't we go by land This little boat could be overturned at any moment..."
This river's water volume has increased dramatically, and there are now many floating objects in it.
There were broken plants, wood, household items... and bodies.
The earth shattered, the heavens tilted. It truly was such a state of affairs.
I stood on the riverbank, looking up. On both sides of the river, mountain walls were scarred with broken ruins, crumbling and precarious.
Those massive, ancient trees, with their gnarled roots snaking out from the soil and crevices in the rocks, encircle the stone beams, striving to ensure the stability of the main structure.
But this is a mountain.
Everywhere is in ruin, every place perilous.
Facing such a natural disaster, Mu Wanchen can save for a while, but how can he save for the long term
The previous injuries have not yet recovered, food shortages are certainly expected this period, and now casualties are so heavy, how can we help these people
Lacking the support of a nation, these people are incredibly vulnerable and self-reliant. This is not something that can be solved by helicopter deliveries of emergency supplies.
"Bong." The small boat was jolted.
I turned back to see a woman's body floating on the river surface, being swallowed by the waves incessantly. Her dress was intricately patterned, suggesting she was someone of considerable status.
Could it be from the tribe of the Shangyou clan who drifted downstream Was Sihuang also heavily damaged there
All along the way, I didn't see a single living person. The entire Witch King's City was devoid of life, save for the occasional flickering flames from the fires that had ravaged it.
The bronze mirror was shattered, their place of confinement for the departed destroyed. The spirits, who had remained there for an unknown number of years, wandered aimlessly among the rubble.
Under the deluge, this place hardly resembles a paradise.
Like a fresh grave.
I was lost in thought when suddenly the little boat lurched violently. The river water churned and frothed, and stones tumbled down from the mountainside - there had been an aftershock.
Both sides are sheer cliffs, if I drop a stone here, it could smash me into the water!
Looking up, the plants seemed to have gone mad, stretching out their roots and stems, desperately clinging to every crack. They intertwined, weaving a massive net that enveloped the entire mountain city, making it airtight.
Can it really be airtight
I saw an old tree, tightly embracing the eaves of a stone house. As a result, the whole mountainside slipped down, and the old tree and the stone house slid into the water together.
I heard another sigh, soft and low, as if lamenting the sudden stillness that had fallen upon this place.
"Fu Zhu, are you talking" I asked, hugging its neck.
And all the lowly ones bowed their heads, making no sound.
It didn't want to speak, it didn't know why. I felt that Husuo could talk. A divine beast had lived for so many years, how could it not speak human language
The aftershocks caused more damage than I imagined. This place has become riddled with precarious buildings, and Husband suddenly hoisted me onto the air—he could float on his own, but carrying me made him struggle.
"Mortals are just a clump of murky qi, so heavy," it suddenly sighed, uttering those words that nearly made me tumble down.
I hugged its neck tightly and asked cautiously, "So you were carrying me slowly before not to maintain the dignity of a divine beast, but because..."
"You are heavy."
I...uh...
"Boom..." A landslide suddenly occurred behind me. One side of the mountain wall seemed like a cake that had been cut, carrying huge stones and sand flying down into the river at great speed.
There are collapsed houses and scattered bodies.
The falling debris rained down on us, and Fu Zhu carried me as we struggled to dodge. The small boat on the river surface had already been swallowed by the tumultuous waves. We were left with nowhere to stand!
The chain reaction caused by the collapse was terrifying. There was also a landslide ahead, and a huge iron suspension bridge collapsed with it!
"My God! Fu Zhu, run!"
" … He can't run." Husband's voice was calm. This guy is a pessimist, isn't he
If I had a whip in my hand, I would definitely give it two lashes, even if I had to kneel and apologize afterward.
A deafening roar came from behind me, and in that instant, my mind went blank.
To say someone doesn't panic in a crisis is just to say they were stunned.
The iron chain was thicker than a man's waist, covered with iron plates and heavy wooden planks. Getting hit by it would surely be fatal.
The booming sound behind me was familiar yet unfamiliar.
That kind of imposing aura, with raging wind and rain, thunderous and awe-inspiring, felt hauntingly familiar.
Bai Ni transformed into a giant serpent, leaping out of the muddy and turbulent river. She crashed into the massive suspension bridge, sending iron cables and wooden planks flying, saving my life.
I clutched my husband's neck and closed my eyes like an ostrich.
Those flying shards of wood are terrifying too, I bet you'd get a head wound if one hit you.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent. Bai Ni howled past again and disappeared into the Yangtze River. The sound of the water also subsided.
Did the rain stop Why does it seem like everything around us has darkened
I couldn't help but open my eyes.
A few drops of rain drizzled down from above and splashed onto my face.
A pair of gigantic wings enveloped me, not a single shard of rock or piece of wood touched my head.
I hadn't reacted yet, the wings were gone, and night and rain returned before me.
And I was also able to find Mu Wanchen, whom I've been thinking about all the time.
He was cloaked in a dark-colored robe, appearing before me alongside the spirit of Yinglong.
The Yellow Dragon rode the clouds, painting the ground as a river.
Why am I so drenched and miserable, while he looks so hauntingly beautiful and aloof in the rain
“…Why are you crying Scared” That low and gentle voice tugged at my heartstrings.t difficult to distinguish reality from illusion, unsure of what to believe in what they see and hear.At present, only I and Chongmo have seen it. It's better for us to protect it.“This car is wrecked...