F**k, That Monster (2)
It was at this moment that a few heavy footsteps came from ahead.
A huge skeleton horse slowly emerged from the blizzard ahead.
“On guard!”
The mercenary group took up a vigilant stance.
They had heard that a challenging undead species was on the road into the mountains and had deliberately bypassed that section to avoid it. Still, they had never expected to encounter it at all.
When the skeleton horse came closer, all the mercenaries froze.
Hold on…
But why was there a person sitting on the back of this undead species?
What was going on?
They saw a heavily wrapped human sitting on the back of the skeleton horse’s spine, his pink bunny fleece earmuffs and scarf standing out in a blanket of wind and snow, holding a lit rib in his hand. Most of his face was hidden in the scarf, but his voice sounded young.
The other man said in a muffled voice, “Hello, robbers.”
Mercenaries: “…”
Ten minutes later, Shi An stood next to a field of charred corpses.
The snow was still falling silently and thick stacks of cotton-padded clothes were piled into small mountains around him.
Demon insect: “…”
As expected of a dragon, he was skilled at robbing homes, murdering people, and arson.
Shi An found two pieces of cotton-padded clothes that looked cleaner and draped them over his body, then used his dragon flame to set the rest on fire.
The fire flared up in the snow, releasing a warm heat that dispelled the cold.
He inhaled and looked towards the canyon’s exit a short distance away.
He could leave the Aiwen Snowfield after just ten more minutes in the direction he was going, and once he was out of the snowfield, he could head for the auction house, where his long-lost treasure awaited him in its underground storage. Moreover, Shi An now knew what the Bureau had set up in the auction house and according to the information those mercenaries had just given him, Mu Heng was not in the auction house.
The only person capable of stopping himself had left his post and there was no better time than now to retrieve the treasure.
“…”
Shi An paused and slowly turned his head in the direction of where he had come from.
The wind and snow had covered the way back and the snow was so smooth that there was no sign of where he had come from, nor could he make out the scene in the distance.
The young man’s dark eyes carried a rare look of hesitation.
***
Outside the tunnel.
Hot blood splattered on the snow and the heat hadn’t been extinguished by the bitter cold yet.
The corpse’s eyes were open in death, grimacing, the body still in the position it had been in when it was attacked.
Broken limbs and flesh were frozen in the white frost and snow, revealing the cruelty of their killers.
Snow fell silently from the sky, lightly covering the wreckage with a cold, clean layer of snow.
The canyon was deadly silent.
No one was left alive.
Inside the tunnel.
Mu Heng walked forward unhurriedly, his pace still steady, but as he turned a corner, he still reached out to hold the wall.
His pitch-black cloak had been soaked in blood, the blood of his enemies and his, mixed indistinguishably, all frozen into blackish-red ice shards by the cold temperatures of the Aiwen Snowfield, becoming one like the solid ground.
Initially tied in a high bundle, his silver hair had fallen apart during the battle, with several locks drenched in blood and cascading over his shoulders.
The magical longsword in his hand was still snowy and white, completely invisible from how many throats it had kissed and how much hot blood it had drunk.
Mu Heng’s brow furrowed slightly and his pale blue eyes half narrowed beneath his long silver eyelashes.
He released his grip on the wall and straightened his spine as he continued to walk deeper into the tunnel.
A few more steps forward and the view immediately opened up.
Mu Heng’s pupils suddenly constricted.
The cave’s devastating state appeared before his eyes, with charred corpses, melted rocks, and the ground scorched by fire.
Although the flames had already disappeared, the traces were something Mu Heng could never have recognized wrong.
The dragon… had already been here.
He slowly took a few steps forward.
He only saw the faint remnants of spell formations drawn in scarlet blood on the dirty black ground.
Mu Heng bowed his head, his eyes deep and dark.
Ah, it seemed that the living sacrifice had been completed.
No wonder he hadn’t seen any of the students along the way.
Then…
The young man who had acted spoiled and pitiful in front of him. The one who always asked to have more ice cream…
The man stumbled and would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t braced himself with his long sword.
The heart he had been carrying was hanging empty by a thin thread and now, the thread was broken, but the heart could not fall, hanging empty in mid-air, cold and hollow. It did not feel much pain but could not entirely fall into place.
Mu Heng’s arm trembled slightly from the force, his knuckles clutching the hilt of his sword with a loud rattling sound.
He tried to brace himself but lost all the energy in his body.
Mu Heng lowered his head and glanced toward his chest.
The magic that had been holding the wound since a moment ago was now draining away and warm blood was slowly soaking outward, gradually dampening his clothes.
He knew exactly how heavy the blow that was given to him was.
A penetrating, fatal wound.
Mu Heng blinked slowly, his vision dimming and blurring as if the world was spinning.
To kill his way into here in this state…
… It was still too forced, after all.
Before the darkness swallowed up the light, he vaguely saw what appeared to be a blurred figure not far away.
Who is it?
But his vision seemed as if a foggy gray curtain shrouded it and he could not see through this curtain no matter how.
Mu Heng felt the darkness come over him, dragging him down toward the abyss.
The sword in his palm shattered into specks of light and disappeared as he lost the last of his strength.
–Before he could fall, a pair of pink fluffy gloved hands reached out and held him up.
