OBS Chapter 2917 The Red General's Mask
Chapter 2917 The Red General's Mask
Chapter 2917 The Red General's Mask
The dark clouds finally dispersed, and the moonlight, like water, once again illuminated the terrace.
The thick stack of documents in the basket had long since burned away, even the smoke had died down, leaving only a lingering, burnt aroma.
Their foreheads touched, and they remained so for a long time before separating.
Sun Fuling's cheeks were still flushed. She wanted to bury her head in his neck, but she was afraid of hurting the wounded man again, so she propped her chin up with her hand and looked at him sideways.
After a long silence, she spoke softly:
Your wound has reopened.
Fighting while injured, it must have been really tough on him.
"I know, it'll just take a couple more days to recover." He Lingchuan said weakly, feeling completely drained, as if he had returned to the state he was in when he first woke up. "We've both drawn blood, so we're even, right?"
He hissed as soon as he finished speaking. Sun Fuling pinched his waist clockwise.
The two looked into each other's eyes and suddenly burst into laughter, an uncontrollable laugh.
But before he could laugh for more than two minutes, He Lingchuan cried out in pain.
The wounds on my waist, abdomen, and chest had indeed reopened.
Sun Fuling stroked his hair affectionately, still feeling a little guilty:
"Here's what we'll do. There are still several groups of deserters from Baling, fleeing to various places. I estimate there are at least seventy or eighty thousand of them. I'll go and kill them all, leaving no one alive. Then I'll extract all their life force and transfer it to you, so you can recover faster. What do you say?"
She's the Grim Reaper. This is no problem for her at all.
He Lingchuan raised his hand and stroked her red lips. How could such cruel words come from such beautiful lips?
But he knew that if he gave her his nod, she would really do it.
"If you do this, Qingyang will definitely consider you a confidant." He Lingchuan lifted the thin blanket covering her and searched around, "Where is Teacher Sun? Where is my gentle and kind Teacher Sun? Where did you hide her?"
"Here it comes!" Sun Fuling took out medicine from her storage ring and began to tend to his wounds with meticulous care and a gentle expression.
Just like all those years ago.
In the world of Panlong, when he used to go out to lead troops into battle, he would often return home with injuries, and Master Sun would carefully change his dressings.
This scene, where time and space overlapped, left him feeling somewhat dazed.
How many people in this world can truly experience the joy of dreams coming true?
Now he had time to observe her closely, and He Lingchuan noticed that her pupils, like Master Sun's, were a very pale amber color. When he gazed at her, it seemed as if he could see right into her eyes, yet at the same time, he couldn't see anything clearly.
He brushed the hair from her forehead:
Why do you always wear a mask?
In the world of Panlong, the Red General usually removes her mask when Mitian descends, revealing Mitian's appearance. She has twelve masks, which she wears in rotation depending on her mood.
Not to mention He Lingchuan, even Xu Shichu had never seen her true face.
Because General Hong wore a mask, it became fashionable in Panlong City, and both soldiers and civilians of the Dafeng Army wore them as well.
“Mitian is different from other gods. After I was designated as Mitian’s body, I had to undergo her divine power transformation at the same time.” General Hong said slowly, “In the first few years of the transformation, I was unable to accept the power of the God of Death. My body and face were either swollen and deformed by the divine power, becoming ugly, or corroded to the point of withering and deforming, becoming as thin as a rake.”
She paused for a moment: "My face changed so much during that time that I was afraid people would call me ugly, so I wore a mask."
He Lingchuan was moved and reached out to stroke her face:
"It must be very painful, right?"
She was just a little girl then; how could she withstand the transformation by the ancient gods? Although the black dragon resided in her subconscious, it would not be awakened, nor would it display any power, lest it be discovered by Mi Tian. Therefore, she had to endure it all alone.
Immortal disciples have a saying, "changing tendons and marrow," which refers to a cultivator's complete transformation. But He Lingchuan believes that the pain Zhong Wuhan endured back then was more than ten times greater!
That's a true "transformation," shedding one's mortal body and becoming a powerful vessel capable of containing the power of the ancient god of death.
And that pain wasn't just a momentary or fleeting experience, but lasted for several years!
Even if she cried all her tears, no one could help her.
For a girl, that time was a personal purgatory.
Besides, young girls love beauty, so how could Zhong Wuhan accept herself in the mirror at that time? The most helpless solution was to cover her face.
General Hong gave a soft "hmm": "When I couldn't bear it anymore, I thought about ending it all. But Mi Tian told me that this was a trial He gave me, and if I couldn't pass it, Panlong City wouldn't deserve His protection. Dean Xu told me twice that my father was secretly crying after drinking. At that time, I thought, what would happen to my father and Panlong City if I failed?"
He Lingchuan gently hugged her, deeply empathizing with her burdens and loneliness at that time.
Sun Fuling did not exaggerate the pain, but only described it lightly:
"If we count from the timeline of the Panlong World, when you first met me, Mitian's transformation was not yet complete, it was just not as painful as when he was a child. In fact, after I truly adapted, I also developed the habit of wearing a mask. There's nothing wrong with that, I really like the identity of the Red General, and I also like to intimidate the enemy on the battlefield."
She was used to it long ago. Not just used to the mask, but also used to the pain.
She could remain quietly in her solitary purgatory. This was true two hundred years ago in Panlong City, and it has been true for the past two hundred years in the Great Square Pot.
He Lingchuan took her hand and gently kissed her knuckles.
Both were bodies offered as sacrifices to the gods, but compared to hers, his childhood was as blissful as paradise.
He Chunhua clearly harbored ulterior motives, yet he allowed his eldest son to enjoy sixteen years of luxury and carefree life; Zhong Shengguang clearly cared for the world and loved his daughter, yet he had to let her struggle and suffer alone in the trials of death.
How ironic is that?
What's most pitiful is that her ending was different from He Lingchuan's; Panlong City two hundred years ago ended in tragedy.
The entire army was wiped out, and the whole city was massacred.
She gave her all for Panlongcheng, but she didn't get a good ending.
It's truly a case of "good people don't always get good rewards."
Then what about the pain and torment she endured?
He Lingchuan held her hand tightly and said softly, "Lord Zhong has always felt guilty towards you."
Sun Fuling said slowly, "When I was a child, my father would take me to wander the wilderness, save villages robbed by bandits, visit disaster victims after snowfall, and tell me that this was the world I would protect in the future. But after I became the body of the celestial being and underwent divine transformation, I often wondered, why me? Those people have nothing to do with me, so why should I suffer so much for Panlong City?"
He Lingchuan gently placed a kiss on her fingertip.
“It wasn’t until I put on my mask, led my troops into battle, and drove away Baling and Xianyou’s armies time and time again that this anger and confusion slowly subsided.” Sun Fuling looked at the bright moon outside the terrace. “There are some heavy responsibilities that I cannot shoulder, and no one else can.”