Chapter 584
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Chapter 584: The Seeds
Outside the main hall.
Guan was frowning, looking at Zuo Qing with confusion. “Exchange life? What do you mean by exchange life?”
Zuo Qing opened his mouth, about to explain something, when a brilliant Buddhist light suddenly enveloped the entire mountain peak, causing all three of them to involuntarily close their eyes.
After the appearance of this Buddhist light, Zuo Qing keenly sensed that a presence was rapidly fading away in the temple behind him…
He turned his head, staring blankly at the tightly shut door of the main hall, as if he had lost his soul.
“Ye Fan…” he murmured to himself.
…
In the fasting area.
Deep within the mental hospital.
“Little Fish, did you eat today?”
“Little Grass, why are you sleeping again?”
“Little Stone! Why aren’t you answering my question!”
A man in a blue and white striped patient uniform, with a messy hairstyle, squatted at the entrance of the fasting area, seriously staring at a few pebbles at his feet, muttering to himself.
Suddenly, he froze in place.
He turned his gaze toward the distant sky, slowly standing up. Beneath his disheveled hair, his murky eyes revealed an unprecedented clarity…
He placed one hand on his chest and spoke with a hint of melancholy:
“Why… does my heart hurt?”
…
A transport plane roared across the sky.
“Captain, we’re about to reach Huaihai City; it’s time to jump!” Kong Shang shook the seat next to him, where Xia Simeng was strapped in and sleeping like a dead pig, a look of helplessness in his eyes.
“Tsk, she really sleeps too soundly…” one team member said with a bitter smile.
“Isn’t the captain always like this? Once she falls asleep, unless someone puts a knife to her neck, she won’t wake up easily.”
“Where’s the knife? Bring one over; let’s give it a try.”
“Let’s try it!”
The other team members were whispering and making small movements, while Xia Simeng continued to lean her head against the seat, emitting soft snores…
Just as the team members were discussing which knife to use, Xia Simeng suddenly jolted awake from her dream!
She shot out like a cannonball from the cannon, shattering the seatbelt on her body, leaving several afterimages, and dove headfirst into a suitcase twenty meters away, making a clattering sound.
This scene completely stunned the other team members.
“Captain… did she seem to hear us?” one team member asked weakly. “She won’t silence us, will she?”
Kong Shang looked at this scene, confusion filling his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over to the pile of suitcases in the center.
Amidst the disordered luggage, a girl in a golden cloak lay dazed in the center, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, her face extremely pale.
“Captain, are you okay?” Kong Shang asked tentatively.
Xia Simeng lay on the ground like a statue for a long time, opened her mouth, and said hoarsely:
“I think… I had a nightmare.”
…
Somewhere in Daxia.
Several figures cloaked in gray hurriedly moved through the jungle. In the dense forest ahead of them, a massive shadow was rapidly advancing.
“Tian Ping, I will pause time in this area first. You fly over from above and then coordinate with me to block it,” Wang Mian said, one hand resting on the hilt of the “Yi Yuan” knife, turning to Tian Ping beside him.
Tian Ping responded with an “mm,” his figure floating up from the forest, quickly rushing toward the rapidly advancing shadow.
Wang Mian took a deep breath. “Everyone, pay attention. Time pause countdown, three, two…”
Before he could finish, Wang Mian’s body suddenly trembled, and he froze in place!
The other team members, who were ready to act, stopped upon seeing Wang Mian halt, looking at him in confusion.
“Captain, what’s wrong?” Xuan Wu asked.
Wang Mian’s hand gripping the knife hilt unconsciously tightened, and after a moment, he slowly relaxed…
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “But I just feel… something bad is about to happen.”
…
Shangjing City.
Night Watcher Team 006’s base.
Shao Pingge, bored, sat behind his desk twirling a pen, lazily yawning.
Across from him, Yuan Gang was bent over a pile of documents, writing furiously.
“Feeling sleepy?” Yuan Gang asked, noticing the scene.
“Yeah,” Shao Pingge replied honestly.
“Sleep a bit, then?”
Shao Pingge raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that… inappropriate? After all, you’re helping me with my work, and I can’t sleep in front of you…”
“You still know this is your work?!” Yuan Gang shot him a glare, slamming his pen on the desk. “It’s been an entire afternoon! I’ve been here helping you revise documents while you’ve been yawning at me all afternoon… Doesn’t your heart hurt?”
Shao Pingge was silent for a moment. “My heart is doing just fine.”
Yuan Gang: …
Seeing Yuan Gang’s face visibly darken, Shao Pingge cleared his throat, about to salvage their brotherly bond, when his finger suddenly slipped.
The pen he was twirling fell to the ground.
Thud—!
The pen hit the floor, creating a dent in the cap, then rolled away, finally coming to a stop in the darkness of the room’s corner.
Staring at the pen, Shao Pingge stood frozen in place.
…
Daxia, Misty Border.
Jinian, cloaked in a cape, leaned against the hood of a supercar, hands tucked into the pockets of her cloak, gazing at the massive and magnificent mist wall before her, lost in thought.
Suddenly, she furrowed her brow and instinctively turned her head in a certain direction.
A look of confusion appeared in her eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, she got into the car, pressed the accelerator, and with a roar of the engine, crashed into the seemingly endless mist, disappearing without a trace.
…
Inside the Buddhist hall.
Six heroic spirits stared blankly at the figure in black standing before the coffin, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
The person had their back to the black coffin, facing the seated Ye Fan in the center of the hall, silent and lost in thought.
“…This is how things unfolded.”
After Li Kengqiang explained everything before him, he closed his mouth.
After a long silence in the dead hall, the person slowly spoke:
“I… understand.
Thank you all…”
He stiffly turned around and walked toward the door of the Buddhist hall, looking lost.
The midday sunlight streamed through the door crack, casting his shadow on the hall floor, making him appear unprecedentedly lonely and desolate.
Creak—!
He reached out to push open the door of the Buddhist hall, and the blinding sunlight flooded in. He stood in the light for a long time, tears streaming down his cheeks, dripping onto the bluestone path beneath his feet…
He clenched his fists tightly, then slowly relaxed, leaving the Buddhist hall alone.
After he left, the six heroic spirits silently watched the direction he departed, not speaking for a long time.
Finally, Wang Qing broke the silence.
“I don’t understand… how can a quarter of a soul be so strong?”
In the center, the armored Huo Qubing gazed in the direction he left, slowly speaking:
“That is not a quarter of a soul.
That is a complete… Sword Immortal of the Red Dust.”
“But, shouldn’t he have transcended? Why is his soul still intact?” Tang Yusheng also expressed confusion.
Huo Qubing lowered his head, looking at the ground, where the black skirt that originally wrapped the glass heart lay…
“Perhaps, some things happened that we do not know about.”
