She clutched Liang Zhichen’s arm as they walked out together; she no longer had the time to think about He Su, her mind completely occupied by Shujun.
Shujun’s face, Shujun’s smile, and his mischievous expression, the way he cozied up to her and acted spoiled...
Liang Zhichen helped Dong Huiying onto the horse while Su Lang felt somber, knowing where the Master planned to go, since he had been present when the Master interrogated Aunt Zhao.
He couldn’t forget the Master’s sorrow, so he called out with a melancholic tone, "Let’s go, to assist the Master!"
"But what about this person, and the one in the forest..."
Su Lang’s lips curled into a malevolent smile, "This place is desolate and wild. Since they dared to harbor malicious intentions, let them taste the fear of waiting for death! I think the wolves and leopards in the mountains will be very willing to entertain them!!"
Having said that, Su Lang snapped his whip and galloped away, followed by the men he had brought from Black Wind Camp.
They chased after the horse ahead of them, barely resting for several days, yet despite this, the distance between them kept increasing.
Finally, as they caught up on a mountain, they saw a man standing with his back to them.
The man had a tall and upright figure but was shrouded in an air of desolation.
And compared to several days ago, his black hair had astonishingly turned completely white...
Su Lang looked towards the Master who had his back to him; when the mountain breeze blew, his snow-white hair fluttered with the wind.
He slowly turned around, his complexion haggard, but a forlorn smile gradually formed on his lips.
"Help me, prepare a coffin!!"
He spoke each word deliberately, struggling to articulate the complete sentence.
Afterward, Su Lang looked behind Liang Zhichen; his pupils contracted, and then, with a shocked expression on his face, he looked forward...
Chen Er was ugly, but his skin was very pale. His mother, while she was alive, said that his father had come from the frontier, a man eight feet tall and exceptionally burly, not at all like the delicate local men. But his parents had a good relationship, a fact that seemed more like a misfortune for Chen Er.
He probably took after his father; starting from his childhood, he grew exceptionally tall, and his frame was not slender like those from his village. When he was eight, his father was killed by a leopard while hunting in the mountains; later, his mother died of illness, too.
On her deathbed, his mother worried most about him since his features and physique did not fit in with Dayuan men, fearing that nobody would want him in the future. But Chen Er was optimistic and broad-minded, thinking at worst he would live his life alone, which wasn’t so bad. He couldn’t be bothered to find a woman to dominate him and felt that he could live quite well alone.
This year, Chen Er turned twenty-four, a lone figure with a height of one meter eighty-four and a lean build, subsisting primarily on the hunting skills inherited from his father.
This time he went up the mountain, luck wasn’t on his side, and he didn’t even encounter a wild chicken or rabbit. Disheartened, he was about to head back to the village when he stumbled upon a crazed horse.
Delighted at the prospect of hunting, he thought the horse could be sold for quite a few copper coins. Unexpectedly, while trying to catch the horse, he was surrounded by a pack of wolves.
He and the crazed horse were both bitten to death; Chen Er felt aggrieved in his final moments, as he wasn’t ready to die yet, but it was too late to change anything. Once dead, he was simply dead.
On the mountain, Su Lang looked behind Liang Zhichen, only to see a scene of stark white bones—it was probably a... male corpse, right?