Nightmare Light

Chapter 64 Veteran's Story
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By the time the young soldier finished his story, the soldiers had already set up stretchers around him.

Lin Wang watched the soldiers busying around in silence and didn't speak for a long time.

Even the cat girl was quiet and didn't disturb him.

After the soldier finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and smiled at Lin Wang: "Brother Lin, don't be too upset. This is the fate of us soldiers."

The young soldier wanted to say something when he suddenly heard a low groan behind him. He turned his head and saw Lao Zhou waving in his direction.

"Brother Zhou, you called me?"

"Brother Lin, excuse me for a moment. I'm going to go first!" The soldier apologized and hurried over to squat beside Lao Zhou. After a few seconds, he came back and scratched his head with a confused look on his face. "Brother Lin, Brother Zhou is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Lin Wang was stunned. "What do you want to see me for?"

The young soldier shook his head. Lin Wang stopped asking questions and walked up to Lao Zhou and squatted down.

This veteran of the Light Chaser barely looks human anymore.

The self-explosion of the Mist Clan villagers destroyed almost every inch of his flesh and blood. Now, there was a bloody wound almost every few centimeters on the veteran's body, head and face.

The medical sergeant's common skills healed some of the wounds, but some of the deep wounds and those mixed with the power of mist not only did not heal, but even showed signs of getting worse.

In some wounds, amidst the blood and flesh, deep red and light yellow granulations had begun to wriggle, and shallow mists lingered among them.

The power of a burial master, the power of a medical master, the power of mist, an unknown strange power... four different powers used the old soldier's body as a battlefield, attacking, conquering, and destroying each other.

He was dying.

Lin Wang came to this conclusion - even his white fire could not save a person who had completely lost his vitality.

Although Lao Zhou had been blown to pieces, his eyes were still bright and he kept looking straight at the sky above the fog.

When Lin Wang squatted down beside him, Lao Zhou raised his hand and opened his mouth: "Brother Lin..."

"Brother Zhou, don't say anything. You need to have a good rest."

Lin Wang pressed down the former's hand, but the dying veteran's hand was surprisingly strong, with an unquestionable stubbornness: "No, let me speak."

"Let me tell you."

Lin Wang realized that for Lao Zhou now, speaking out is more important than resting.

He silently let go of her hand and began to be a quiet listener.

At some point, Old Qiao quietly sat down next to Old Zhou.

Soldiers gathered silently around them.

The cat girl was a little dissatisfied with the crowds around her. She turned into a cat with a bang, jumped onto Lin Wang's shoulder and sat down.

Old Zhou's face was covered in blood. He looked at the sky for a long time. After a long while, he uttered a "huh" and said:

"I actually joined the group earlier than that fat guy Old Qiao."

When saying this, Lao Zhou's tone was a little proud, like a child vying for favor.

Old Joe curled his lips but said nothing.

(The following dialogue omits the sounds of Lao Zhou coughing and spitting blood while he spoke)
"The regiment commander found me in a cemetery. At that time, I had lost both my parents and was starving. I was picking up food left behind by people who visited their relatives in the cemetery to fill my stomach."

"It was snowing and very cold the day he found me. I was starving and fainted. I saw some food in front of a tombstone, so I rushed over to eat it. Then a man grabbed me by the back of the collar and lifted me up." "That old man...he said to me," Old Zhou grinned, imitating Mou Duanzhu's tone, "boy, you stole my food before I even left?"

"I was terrified, but I was being stubborn. I yelled at him, saying those were dead people's food. How could they be his?"

"Strangely, the old man didn't get angry. Instead, he burst into laughter. He suddenly came close to my face, glared at me fiercely, and said, 'Since this is food for the dead, you can die after you finish eating it!'"

"Of course I was scared to death, but he didn't hit me in the end."

"The old man later asked me why I came to the cemetery to steal food."

"I was very angry. I thought, who would go to the cemetery to steal food if they weren't hungry? I asked him: What are you doing in the cemetery?"

"Hey! Guess what the old man said?"

"The old man said, let me see my children!"

"I thought to myself, 'Hey! This old man is really strange. Could it be that you have many children, and they are all dead?'"

"I felt a little sympathetic towards him, so I said to him, 'Old man, you and I are in the same boat. Your children are all dead, and my parents are all dead too! We're in the same boat, so let's become sworn brothers!'"

"The old man laughed for a while, then he took out a pack... no, that stingy old man took out half a pack of Bear Biscuits and handed it to me."

"He said: Come back with me and live with me from now on."

"I asked him, won't I be hungry if I go back with you?"

At this point, Old Zhou suddenly spat out blood and laughed a few times: "Do you think this old man is stupid? A normal person would definitely answer 'Of course I won't starve' or something like that, right? But he... cough... said, as long as you work hard, you won't starve! Haha... cough!"

His voice dropped again, with a self-deprecating smile: "I didn't expect that when he said work, he meant risking his life..."

"What I didn't expect was... that I would die in front of that stinky old man..."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky quietly. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and looked at Lin Wang: "Brother Lin, I have something to give you."

Old Zhou raised his hand, fumbled in his pocket a few times, and took out a small coffin the size of a palm. The four corners were dark green and the middle was black and red. There was an iron line engraved on the lid.

"Brother, this thing belongs to you."

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he threw the coffin towards Lin Wang, but because he was too weak, he failed to throw it out the first time, so he could only slowly hand it to Lin Wang.

His coffin-carrying bone magic tool!
"Why give it to me?" Lin Wang refused to take it.

"Take it, because our group no longer has a burial-type secular master." Old Qiao interrupted.

Old Zhou turned his head and looked at Lin Wang: "Northerner, I want you to promise me something."

"What if I can't do it?"

"It doesn't matter if I can't do it..." Lao Zhou said calmly, panting, "But if I can..."

"If I can, I promise you."

Old Zhou spat out a large piece of bloody flesh, but he grinned with great joy: "That old man's lifelong dream is to find the truth about this fog."

"I wanted to help the old man realize his dream, but now it seems there's no chance..."

"So, after I die..."

"Northerner, if one day you find the truth about this fog, please come to my grave and tell me the truth about this fog..."

"I promise you."

(This chapter is so emotional, and writing more would be superfluous, so this chapter is 2,000 words long!)
　The last chapter was nearly 4 words, so today's two chapters combined are close to 6. Also, one thing: I caught a cold during the Lunar New Year holiday, and I've been feeling groggy these past few days. My drafts are running out fast, so please bear with me as I write a little slower...

　　After adjusting it, my reply will definitely be 6,000 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)