Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 597: The Lonely Person

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Her profile was as warm as the sunshine, and her appearance was no different from that of an ordinary village woman: she was carrying a backpack full of things, with a hunched back and heavy steps, and she walked slowly past Bai Feng.

The village was very clean, with red wedding money pasted on the doors of every household. The hens were clucking and trying to escape from being caught, creating a festive and harmonious scene.

But Bai Feng felt an inappropriate sadness. He looked at the woman as if he hadn't seen her for a long time and blurted out: "Yan'er?"

"you know me?"

The woman's messy hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her skin, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

"Of course I know you! You...you are...you are." Bai Feng suddenly choked up.

"weirdo."

The woman left these words and left Bai Feng alone in the darkness to continue chasing. He couldn't catch up and almost fell to the ground from exhaustion.

After coming to his senses, Bai Fengye had already changed his clothes and was standing at the bow of the ferry.

The lake surface was like a mirror, with only a trace of the boat. The river banks on both sides were shrouded in green mist, and it was impossible to tell where the boat came from or where it was going.

"Have you figured out where your destination is?"

Bai Feng looked over and saw a woman's back appear beside him. It was the same woman, but he was not sure if it was Murong Yan. This time, the woman was dressed so brightly that it was almost vulgar. Her back was exposed, and even the style of her underwear could be seen clearly. However, her behavior was particularly restrained and timid.

"Yan'er?"

"Uh? Do you want me to accompany you? As long as you are willing, it doesn't matter how many nights it takes."

Bai Feng was looking forward to the woman turning around, imagining her shy look, but in the blink of an eye, a white light blinded his eyes.

When his vision returned, he had arrived in another place.

It was still raining outside. The mottled ancient temple seemed to have been there since the beginning of the world. The half-collapsed pagoda stood beside it like a relic of war. There were dense trees here with lush roots and branches.

Bai Feng and the woman stood together under the ancient temple to avoid the rain.

"Why haven't you come back yet?"

"I waited. I waited for so long as promised..."

"Still the same, no change, no response, I'm still waiting for you here!"

Bai Feng couldn't bear to hear the woman's sad sobbing. This time he was more cautious and walked slowly to the other party to see her face clearly. It was a haggard face after being weathered and suffering from insomnia for days, but he could still see a familiar feeling between her eyebrows.

"Girl, what are you doing here?"

"I'm praying to the Buddha, begging them to let my husband come back."

Bai Feng's surging sympathy finally made him unable to hold back. He grabbed the other's hand and begged desperately: "I'm here, I've always been here!"

The woman still looked at Bai Feng as if he were a stranger.

The two men looked at each other in silence. They were like sheep that had been kept in the same place for a long time. Their eyes were dull and lifeless. They just acted on instinct, trying to grab something.

——Even if the memory fades, the body is still used to loving each other.

However, Bai Feng was disappointed.

"Ding-ling, ding-ling..."

——It’s the sound of a copper bell.

The wind and snow surrounded his world again. He felt that he had reached the end of the world and there was no way forward, so he looked back.

——It was full of traces of snow left when I passed by.

Bai Feng suddenly realized that the small village, boating, and ancient temple he had just seen were all illusions, and it was precisely this illusion that supported him to walk a distance in a state of complete unconsciousness.

"Yan'er, you made me crawl out of the grave?" "Why did you let me see all that? Three lives and three worlds?"

"I suddenly want to go home and live..."

Two hot tears ran down his frozen face, like a long-drought finally ending in rain, and his body, which had died once, suddenly came back to life.

"You absolutely cannot, you absolutely cannot turn back!"

"There is only one way to survive."

"Find the Lingshe Temple. I must find the Lingshe Temple!"

In the boundless snowfield, he just kept moving forward like a headless fly, never looking back to step on his own snowy footprints. He took off his gloves, bit his fingers, and smeared his own hot blood on his face to stay awake.

He continued walking, day and night, eating and drinking at the minimum standard. Sleeping and resting were impossible. In such an environment, it would be difficult to stand up once you fell down. There was also no way to make a fire. He could only rely on the dim light to see clearly ahead.

After his food ran out, he could only dig snow to fill his stomach. If he was lucky enough to dig up some wild vegetables, it would be considered a full meal.

His vision became increasingly blurred, and all directions were unrecognizable. The only thing he could do was not to go back, which was undoubtedly a desperate choice. Bai Feng had experienced many similar moments, but only this time, he felt fascinated by the pure white world around him, but not because of its beauty. He was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the wind and snow. He just kept walking without any psychological burden.

He should have been horrified by the situation, but it was all so bland.

Unconsciously, he came to an ice wall and vaguely saw the dilapidated pier from the wall. He knew that he was almost at his destination.

"Spirit Snake Temple is right up there."

He was surprised that he could not feel the slightest bit of excitement or joy. He could already imagine how he would feel when he saw the dilapidated Taoist temple: it was nothing more than a wasted trip, so he should just treat it as an experience.

"If that's the case, why are you still looking for it?"

He repeated the question in his mind again and then answered himself.

"Of course it's because I want to find it. Yes, just because I want to find it. Master, I am no less capable than you."

The ice wall looked very flat and smooth from a distance. Fortunately, there were some ice cracks to climb on, so Bai Feng decided to continue climbing up through these cracks.

Considering that he had not rested or eaten properly for several days, he could only fight quickly and decisively, as his frail body could not withstand any consumption.

At first, his movements were still agile and quick, and the placement of the pickaxe was accurate without any mistakes. As the height increased, the distance between the gaps in the ice wall became larger and larger, which meant that the difficulty of climbing would also increase. Bai Feng no longer had enough strength to make more preparations, and he could only hover in the middle of the ice wall, unable to move forward or backward.

"On a smooth wall like this, even the slightest mistake can cause you to lose your balance and fall off the ice wall."

He saw a broken pier not far away that he could cling to, and planned to go there to make some adjustments. So he carefully chiseled a foothold out of the ice wall and walked towards the pier step by step.

This was a project that required a lot of patience and carefulness. Bai Feng was not sure how long he had walked this distance. In short, he gradually became exhausted, and his arms, which were engorged with blood, seemed to be about to explode at any time, causing a burning pain.

His body longed for adequate food, clean water, and plenty of air. His eyes were almost blind; snow blindness had almost taken away his vision.

"what!!!"

Just before he completely lost his eyesight, he leaped towards the pier with all his might, but he caught nothing and his pickaxe missed.

At the critical moment, a strong hand grabbed him.

"Taoist priest?"

Bai Feng couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but could vaguely recognize his clothes.

"Get up here...!" The guy used all his brute strength to drag Bai Feng onto the pier, and then Bai Feng lay on the bridge as if exhausted.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Did you climb up here by yourself? The Taoist temple on the mountain is already empty... Come on, I'll take you into the mountain gate."

Bai Feng smiled foolishly and said, "Haha, God helps those who help themselves."

"Hey, don't faint!"

The last voice Bai Feng heard before he fainted was the little Taoist priest's cry for help.