The Last Sentinel

Let's go back half an hour.

Just as A-Yu was piloting the [Yun Chang] to unleash a deadly attack and clash with Brother Ba-shi,

A string of numbers appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

"4, 1, 0, 1, 8..."

This is a completely unfamiliar digital chain, consisting of eighteen digits. It is not a collection of some mathematical or scientific formula, but rather a presentation that is most familiar.

This is Ye Feng's ID number!

As the chilling notification sound echoed in his mind, Ye Feng knew that the [Knife of Affection] prepared for him by all the heavens and myriad worlds was ready and was about to strike him.

The knife fell much faster than Ye Feng had expected.

Ye Feng wondered if he could work with the "Medical Sage" to gather a group of healers and run away at the crucial moment of treatment.

Unexpectedly, there are also powerful figures in the myriad realms. They directly took action to make themselves disappear before the infected arrived.

In this way, I would become a fraud in their eyes, and they could also say that I have no ability to cure the red-haired curse.

But thinking about all this nonsense now, whether it's yin or yang, is too late. The knife is already at my throat; what I need to do is figure out how to survive!

Ye Feng lay quietly with his eyes closed, as if he had entered a winding slide that only one person could pass through.

The slide twists and turns, sometimes even forking, making me feel as if I've been divided into countless tiny versions of myself.

The sounds from my past kept echoing in my ears.

"You stinky delivery guy, can't you watch where you're going?!"

"This kid's got a death wish, running a red light!"

"Ye Feng, if you don't pay your rent today, you'll be sleeping on the streets!"

"Ye Feng, let's go to the internet cafe all night tonight!"

"Hello, I'm a freshman in civil engineering. My name is Ye Feng. What's your name, senior?"

"..."

Familiar voices echoed in his ears, and familiar hands brushed against his shoulders, arms, and hair. Some tried to persuade him to stay, to make him stop and remain by their side; others shoved Ye Feng, telling him to get out of their world; and someone, surprisingly, kicked him several times!

As time flowed backward, Ye Feng tried to open his eyes, but the intense tearing and exhaustion interrupted his thoughts. The system, the chat group, and even the coordinates of the All-Heavens Club gradually became separated from him, blurred, and finally disappeared.

call--

As the fresh air rushed in, the long-lost fatigue was driven away by an indescribable feeling of weakness and lack of energy.

The familiar theme music of the amusement park, "Orchid Grass," began to play in my ears.

Ye Feng opened his eyes and was greeted by a scene that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

An old yet bustling amusement park. The amusement park has no walls, but is surrounded by a ring of peeling iron railings. The plastic stars on the top of the archway creak in the wind. Stalls at the entrance sell sugar paintings, balloons, and orange soda for 50 cents a bottle.

The air is filled with the sweet aroma of popcorn, grilled skewers, and popsicles, while an elderly man carrying a White Rabbit insulated box calls out to sell ice cream.

In the past, adults wore old shirts and bell-bottoms made of polyester fabric, while children wore red hair ties and plastic sandals.

Not far away, a faded carousel played off-key nursery rhymes on a loop, bumper cars crashed with loud bangs, a rusty pirate ship rattled with the screeching of chains, and a gentle roller coaster lurched along, with children's laughter echoing in the air.

Ye Feng looked down and saw the small, thin, dirty hand of a three-year-old child, clutching a glass marble.

Just then, a young girl walked quickly toward him.

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pure and innocent appearance. Although she wore a simple patched dress, her beautiful eyes possessed a captivating charm that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. Even with his experience of living two lives, Ye Feng couldn't help but praise her as a natural beauty.

"Xiao Feng, why are you playing in the dirt again!"

"How many times have I told you not to play in the dirt!"

"How can you do this to your deceased, cheapskate father?"

Upon hearing the word "cheap father," Ye Feng looked up blankly at the girl in front of him, and two words flashed through his mind—stepmother!

Wait, she, she's my mom?

Are you kidding me?!

Soon, Ye Feng's memories from before he was three years old flooded back, but in an instant, Ye Feng rolled his eyes and lay down on the ground.

When he was a month old, he opened his eyes and saw a friendly couple in their thirties. The young couple were very affectionate. They put him in their swaddling clothes and took him home. The man was an engineer and the woman was a painter. According to this family script, Ye Feng's future could not be said to be limitless, but at the very least, he would not study civil engineering.

However, a month later, her father suddenly passed away, and shortly afterward, her mother remarried, bringing home a young stepfather.

The wheels of memory rolled onward, and soon my mother was gone too.

Looking at Ye Feng in his swaddling clothes, the young stepfather thought long and hard. He then used his money to find Ye Feng a wet nurse and also arranged a new wife for himself, a younger girl.

Later, when Ye Feng was one year old, his young and wealthy entrepreneur adoptive father suddenly passed away, leaving his young stepmother a widow. She then married a handsome young man who was a year younger, and Ye Feng welcomed his stepfather!

When Ye Feng was one year and one month old, his young businesswoman wife also passed away suddenly. Helpless, the stepfather of the son-in-law married a woman who was one year younger than him.

Later, when Ye Feng was one year and three months old, her stepfather-in-law passed away, and her new stepmother, who was a year younger than her, found her ex-husband, a stepfather who was a year younger than her...

After that, life became dull and tasteless.

After Dad died, Mom died, then Mom passed away, and then Dad collapsed!

This process is repeated continuously, with the time intervals getting shorter and shorter, from about half a year to just a few days or even a few hours.

As my parents' ages change rapidly, their ages keep hitting new lows!

Ultimately, the wheel of fate crushed this stepmother. She was only fourteen years old and came from the mountains. Everyone who knew her called her Xiao Fang. She was the wife of her stepfather, whom she had married when they were very young. When she returned, she didn't see her stepfather's face, but only his ashes, a large amount of debt, and a stepson.

Xiao Fang was an unlucky girl. When she arrived, her entrepreneur stepfather's money had already been squandered by his subsequent parents, leaving the Ye family so poor that all that was left was a three-year-old baby named Ye Feng and a coal shed.

Xiao Fang was very hardworking. She took Ye Feng to do odd jobs everywhere and took him to the amusement park every night.

People often say that Ye Feng is an unlucky child who brings bad luck to his parents, and that Xiao Fang should send Ye Feng to an orphanage. She is still young and can still marry into a good family.

However, this stepmother named Xiaofang just shook her head bitterly, facing the wind, carrying her three-year-old baby on her back, walking in the afterglow of the long sunset, gradually fading away from those rumors and gossip.