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Chapter 243: Is Today Over?
Chapter 243: Is Today Over?
Ren Chang walked alone on the street, a solitary figure. Despite being an Administrator, he had long since lost hope in martial arts after his Fire-Entering-Demon incident, which left him severely injured in his Energy Core. As a result, he never started a family of his own.
He lived alone in a small courtyard with two rooms, located in a rundown area where commoners resided. As he returned home with groceries and two jars of wine, a woman in her forties, exuding a lingering charm, opened the door of the neighboring house and smiled, "Is it time for the next shift?"
"Yes, it is," Ren Chang replied with a smile.
The woman was Kong Xiang, Ren Chang's childhood friend, and they had mutual affections for each other. However, after Ren Chang's injury, he decided to cut off contact with Kong Xiang, not wanting to burden her.
Kong Xiang had married, but her husband passed away, so she moved back to her old home next to Ren Chang's. She often took care of Ren Chang's daily needs.
This routine had been going on for over twenty years.
Seeing Ren Chang returning with groceries, Kong Xiang approached with a radiant smile, skillfully taking the items from him. She entered Ren Chang's room and started a fire to cook the food.
The meat was cut into thin slices, evenly arranged on plates. As she prepared the dishes, she gently said, "Drink less alcohol."
"I know, I know," Ren Chang replied impatiently, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Oh..." Kong Xiang lowered her eyes, her disappointment evident, and sighed, "I'll be going now. You should get some rest; you have to go on duty tomorrow."
"I know, I know," Ren Chang replied.
Kong Xiang left, and Ren Chang stood silently with his head bowed, his silver hair in disarray, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He understood Kong Xiang's feelings and his own thoughts, but he didn't dare say or do anything about it. What was the point of thinking so much now that he was a wastrel?
Looking at the clean room, he couldn't bear to disturb the orderliness. He lit an oil lamp and carried the table outside. Placing the food and wine on the table, he washed his hands, opened the wine jar, and greedily inhaled the aroma, sighing contentedly.
He sat quietly in the courtyard, gazing at the moonlight, pouring himself a drink.
The moonlight illuminated the withered tree, swaying in the cold wind, its silver branches shimmering.
Ren Chang sipped his wine and ate the food in small bites, his face expressionless, even he didn't know what he was thinking. This had been his routine for many years—devotedly performing his duties during his shift and doing nothing during his off-duty time, drinking and sleeping. On the rare occasions when he had a day off, he would sleep in his room.
After finishing a jar of wine, Ren Chang sighed softly, feeling slightly tipsy. Gazing at the moonlight, he murmured, "Another day has passed."
He opened the second jar of wine, about to pour it into a bowl, when he suddenly froze, his ears picking up a faint sound.
It was a suppressed sob, accompanied by a sizzling noise, very faint. It seemed to be coming from within a few dozen zhang. This was the final sob of a dying person, and the sizzling sound was the blood gushing out of the throat. As an Administrator for many years, Ren Chang immediately recognized the sound.
"But I'm already off duty," he muttered, his eyes showing hesitation. Finally, he sighed, poured a bowl of wine, and drank it in one go.
"Damn it, this damn sense of responsibility..."
He crouched and rushed out, passing by Kong Xiang's courtyard and offering her a smile. His heart felt warm and slightly sour.
He quickly glided past.
The abandoned courtyard exuded an eerie atmosphere, and Ren Chang cautiously made his way inside, his heart pounding. It felt as if a demon was watching him, a sense of danger looming.
This was the intuition of an old veteran of the martial world. He wanted to turn back.
"This isn't right. I opened the wine but didn't get to finish it. Is it that the heavens don't want me to finish this jar of wine?"
But who had died?
The smell of blood grew stronger.
"But I'm an Administrator... Oh, this damn profession..."
With a sigh, he quietly approached the window, and through it, he saw a young man in white, his mouth full of blood, looking up at him. The young man was holding the body of a woman whose throat had been slashed. The woman was still convulsing, not yet dead.
Apparently, the young man was drinking blood.
Seeing Ren Chang, the young man didn't seem nervous; instead, he smiled and said, "Want a taste?"
Ren Chang, already prepared, launched a fire arrow into the sky with a hiss! Then, he rushed in, "Demon!"
At that moment, he didn't think of anything.
...
In the evening, Fang Che went to the Branch to wait for his prey.
However, even in the late night, no one showed up.
Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded in the distance—it was a fire arrow.
Something was happening nearby!
Fang Che leaped into action, his body dashing through the dark alleys. His bones made cracking sounds as he transformed from Starlight to his original form.
The sounds of combat were not far away.
Fang Che's heart skipped a beat.
He had reached the area of the collapsed ruins, and it seemed to be the right place.
Divine Perception enveloped the entire area, and without hesitation, he rushed in.
Then he saw Ren Chang.
In the collapsed ruins, Ren Chang lay on the ground, his silver hair disheveled by the wind. He was still gasping, his chest completely caved in, and his internal organs had long since shattered.
His sword lay beside him, broken into two pieces.
But he stubbornly held on, relying on the essence energy cultivated over many years to keep himself alive.
He was extremely lucid, desperately controlling his breathing to avoid the heavy panting of a dying man, as that would cause the blood to flow faster and hasten his death.
But only I know the intelligence, and I can't die.
I must wait for someone to come.
He lay quietly, breathing softly, his eyes gazing into the sky.
He was very detached.
Fang Che rushed forward and immediately placed his hand on Ren Chang's chest, using his spiritual energy to separate the wound and envelop the lower part of his neck, extending and protecting it.
As an old hand in the underworld, he knew at a glance that Ren Chang was beyond saving.
Even immortal pills couldn't save him.
But with this method, he could reduce Ren Chang's pain by eighty percent and use spiritual power to stimulate him, allowing Ren Chang to say a few more words.
Seeing Fang Che, Ren Chang's eyes lit up, and he panted, speaking in a halting voice, "Blood Demon... Skill, blood sucking... I have a piece of his flesh under my fingernail..."
He knew he wasn't a match for his opponent, and charging forward would mean certain death.
So he rushed forward without much resistance, exerting all his life force to use his fingernail to tear off a piece of flesh from his opponent's arm.
As a thirty-year veteran administrator, he knew this would be enough.
Because he couldn't do more.
"I understand!"
Fang Che quickly said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Ren Chang struggled to breathe and surprisingly showed a smile, "Today... is it over?"
Fang Che nodded gravely, "Yes, it's over. Today is over!"
A look of complete relief appeared in Ren Chang's eyes, and he even felt a sense of joy, "...That's good. It's still... somewhat meaningful..."
His eyes smiled, carrying a hint of anticipation.
As if waiting for something.
The commotion here was loud, and many neighbors had been startled awake, but they dared not come out to look. A sense of panic spread through the air.
But there was a woman who ran over like a madwoman.
"Ren Chang!"
The woman called out.
A trace of guilt flashed in Ren Chang's eyes as he looked at the woman who had rushed to his front, "Ren Chang!"
The woman cried out in lament.
Ren Chang's eyes, which had been waiting in anticipation, suddenly lit up, and he chuckled, letting go of all his satisfaction, "In my next life... I'll marry you!"
Suddenly, his eyes lost their luster.
He finally saw the person he most wanted to see and wait for.
He died.
The woman's body suddenly stiffened, and her eyes seemed to lose their color as well.
Fang Che gently picked up Ren Chang's hand, and under his fingernail, there was a small piece of fresh flesh.
"Little Dragon!"
Fang Che's voice turned cold.
The Golden Horned Dragon had already burst out.
The battle had just ended, and the aftershocks were still in the air, imperceptible to humans but easily traceable by the Golden Horned Dragon.
A voice echoed through the air, "Is anyone from the Guardian Pavilion here?"
"Here!"
Fang Che called out to reveal his position.
In the night, several figures approached, soaring through the air.
Someone had already taken over here.
Fang Che abruptly stood up, ready to fly after the Golden Horned Dragon, but he heard a sound.
He turned in surprise and saw the woman from before, holding Ren Chang's broken sword in both hands, and she had plunged it into her own heart.
Then her body fell onto Ren Chang's.
"...In my next life, I might be too late."
On her graceful face, a nervous happiness appeared.
She had waited half her life, and finally heard these words, although it was for the next life...
So she feared she would be too late.
In the cold wind-swept ruins, the woman's body lay quietly on top of Ren Chang's, and both of them had faint smiles on their faces.
Ren Chang's silver hair and the woman's black hair danced in the cold wind.
They intertwined.
Fang Che's body turned cold, and he felt his blood freeze instantly.
His face suddenly stiffened.
Suddenly, he remembered Ren Chang's warning from this afternoon.
"Pluck the flower while it blooms."
Fang Che sighed, waved his hand, and two pieces of ice on his palm transformed into exquisite flowers, intertwining.
He gently placed them on the two bodies.
The petals were crystal clear, flawless.
The two leaned against each other, their smiles serene.
"These four words, I give to you. May your next life be filled with plucking flowers in bloom."
Then Fang Che's body was swept away like a hurricane.
His body swept past, and the gale tore through the air with a mad howl.
Killing intent filled the air.
"Today isn't over yet, wait for me to bring back the murderer, and only then will your today truly be over. Ren Chang."
"Wait, I'll have him send you off!"
...
Yesterday was my birthday, and I thank everyone for their blessings. I have a boil on my butt, right at an indescribable position, and I can't drink alcohol.
The boil isn't ripe yet, and it's extremely sour.
Then I ask everyone for one thing: check the subscription in the back, there are a few missing chapters. If you're generous, please fill in those missing chapters, it's an obsessive-compulsive disorder...
For example, there are over 200 data, and in the middle are a few data of 100-something.
Every time I open it, I feel uncomfortable. But every time I open it, I still go to look: has it been filled in?
I want to use an alternate account to fill it in.
There aren't many missing chapters, so everyone, please spend this money.
Thank you, thank you.
(End of Chapter)
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