For Yu Beizhou, from the moment he closed his eyes on the battlefield to the nightmare and then to waking up, it was just a distance between closing and opening his eyes.
However, for Zong Luo, it was indeed seven days that had passed.
He didn’t even know how he had spent these seven days.
‘Senior brother, I hate you so much.’
In the wilderness, after whispering that confession of love with hatred, the forever flamboyant young man in red leaning on his shoulder closed his eyes.
After a long time, Zong Luo got up in a daze.
He didn’t know where he was going, he just ran forward like a madman.
The sound of the wind, the sound of the battlefield, the smoke of war, everything was far away from him.
The crown prince’s white clothes were dyed with blood, and the end was dripping with blood. In a daze, he even thought that the two disciples of Ghost Valley had put down their grudges and joined forces. Little did he know that one of them had already stopped breathing.
If there was anyone in this world who could save Yu Beizhou, apart from the Great Witch who was far away in the Great Yuan, it was their common master, Guiguzi. (TL: or Ghost Valley Master)
Ghost Valley was within the territory of the Wei Country, but it was also a considerable distance from the battlefield.
Zong Luo placed the injured Zhao Yebai in place, letting it return to the camp to report after the war. Then he himself, carrying Yu Beizhou’s body that still retained a trace of warmth, rushed to the Ghost Valley day and night.
It started to rain in the sky.
A very heavy rain.
Zong Luo held Yu Beizhou and forcibly broke into the Ghost Valley, kneeling in front of the master’s door.
Behind the main hall separated by a door was the Ghost Valley Master, who was silent with his eyes closed.
“Master, Master, please save him.”
His dry lips were full of bloodstains, his luxurious clothes were full of dust, his white hair and the black hair on his shoulders were entangled together, solidified into chunks of scabs, and then under the washing of the heavy rain, they turned back into blood threads, dyeing the stone steps a bright crimson color.
Guiguzi was known as the first person in history whose hands and eyes reach the sky, carrying the legacy of Ghost Valley Masters from previous dynasties.
Both Zong Luo and Yu Beizhou were his proud disciples. He originally thought that among these two disciples, there would always be one who survived the fight to take over his mantle.
But there wasn’t.
Guiguzi waited here for a whole year, only to see such a scene.
“Master, please.”
Zong Luo deeply kowtowed, placing the person in his arms in front of him.
His frosty hair fell, just like his always resolute attitude. “As long as he can survive, I can give everything, begging the Master to please fulfill.”
The old man with the demeanor of an immortal sighed, “He is already dead.”
Not only dead, but also dead beyond resurrection.
The crown prince in white still maintained that posture in the rain, with no intention of getting up.
“Do you know, that is a forbidden technique among forbidden techniques?”
Guiguzi spoke out in a cold rebuke, “From now on, you will share weal and woe, life and death. All the pain and suffering are tied to one body, and half of your life will be shortened.”
Zong Luo’s throat rolled twice, “This disciple knows, but this disciple is willing.”
Everything seemed to replay the conversation between Yu Beizhou and the Great Witch in the dream.
What else could he not give up?
When he stepped into the array of thousands of knives, he didn’t think about anything.
Pain. Pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The thing in his chest was forcibly torn out by the witchcraft, divided into two blurry pieces of flesh and blood, and the other half was filled into another person’s chest.
“If it weren’t for the pill to protect the last bit of heart pulse, if it were a few hours later, even if the immortal master himself descended to the world, I’m afraid there would be no way.”
Guiguzi was already at the end of his life, otherwise he would not have sent a letter to the two disciples, asking them to choose the next Ghost Valley Master. However, Zong Luo insisted on saving Yu Beizhou, and wouldn’t listen to anything, thus Guiguzi could only exhaust all his life’s power and use the forbidden technique.
Originally, this power was to be passed on to the next Ghost Valley Master.
“You go, it’s time for this master to sit.” (TL: Sit 坐化- pass away while sitting cross legged)
The old man waved his hand tiredly, “No matter whether it is successful or not, whether he has been saved or not. No matter who among you two brothers inherits Ghost Valley, don’t tarnish the reputation of my school.”
So, Zong Luo sat in the main hall for three full days.
He maintained this posture, not daring to take another look in the room.
Even though a forbidden technique was used, there was still a considerable risk of failure.
It wasn’t until Yu Beizhou walked up the stone steps, step by step, and pushed open the door that Zong Luo finally spoke.
His expression was as calm as the falling snow, afraid of disturbing this beautiful dream.
“I will never forgive you, Yu Beizhou.”
After experiencing great joy, great sorrow, and great enlightenment, Zong Luo finally understood.
Why Yu Beizhou held onto his hatred and refused to let go, why he still tirelessly hated him even knowing that he was not the third prince.
“I know.”
The person behind him chuckled with his chest trembling.
The arm that had regained its warmth was wrapped around the shoulder of the crown prince in white, the temperature was scorching hot.
Whether it was Yu Beizhou returning to the forefront of the timeline in his dream, fulfilling the cause and effect of Zong Luo’s book transmigration.
Or Zong Luo kneeling in the muddy rain, cutting open half of his heart under the forbidden technique.
They both tacitly did not mention it.
“Senior brother, you don’t have to forgive me, you never have to forgive me. Because I want you to owe me, we have to owe each other.”
Yu Bei Zhou laughed and kissed with extreme entanglement and bloodiness.
He didn’t want anything now, he just wanted to make love with this person.
“As for the current spring, the nights are short and bitter. Who cares about those love and hate grudges?”
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