Chapter 528 Brother, Help Me

The old man called Han Xiang nodded slightly when he saw this.

He stood up from his seat and walked straight to the front door of the carriage. Three young men in their twenties were waiting there respectfully. When they saw the old man coming, they bowed their heads and said:

"Teacher."

"Stop the car. Your Majesty wants to see General Nie off."

The three young men looked at each other blankly. Although they were puzzled, they still walked straight to the front of the train.

More than ten seconds later, the train began to slow down. The buzzing whistle echoed in the white birch forest, and finally stopped steadily on the snowy plain.

The door opened, and the old man and the three young men stood by the door to get off the train. Behind them, the driver in the train control room was like a puppet, standing there with a dull look, as if neatly arranged to welcome Ying Fu's arrival.

On this green train, other passengers also sat in their respective seats blankly, motionless like sculptures.

Ying Fu, wearing a snow-white fur coat, walked slowly through the carriage, stepped on the snow outside the carriage, and the scattered snow fluttered in the birch forest, blowing up the black hair of Ying Fu.

Ying Fu stood by the railroad tracks, facing the birch forest in the mist, and the only thing around him was the wind and snow.

He squatted down gently, pressed one hand on the surface of the snowfield, and fine arcs flickered on the surface. A stone tablet with carved patterns slowly broke out of the soil and finally stood tall among the trees.

Ying Fu reached into the snow and rubbed his fingertips gently. The transparent snow water turned into ink and outlined the surface of the stone tablet bit by bit.

——The Tomb of General Nie Yu.

With the last stroke, a tombstone was formed. Nie Yu died thousands of miles away, but his tombstone was erected by Ying Fu himself and he will sleep forever in the birch forest on the snowfield.

Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes were a little complicated.

Ying Fu slowly stood up in front of the Nie Yu monument, looked deeply at the inscription, and then turned to walk towards the train.

"Your Majesty, next..."

"Let's go."

The snow-white fur coat fluttered in the broken snow, and Ying Fu said calmly, "Continue to the north. When the time is right, I will personally go to avenge General Nie."

As Ying Fu stepped onto the train, the old man followed him respectfully. After a moment, the roaring whistle sounded again on the deserted snowfield and slowly disappeared at the end of the track...

...

Dawn gradually rose.

Chen Ling staggered out of the factory, walked through the ruins of the broken shops, and slowly walked towards the direction of the museum.

After killing Nie Yu, Chen Ling simply treated his wounds, but because the wounds were too severe, he was still inconvenient to move... Not to mention anything else, those organs such as intestines that flowed out of the waist and abdomen were difficult to heal without suturing. He could only find a plastic bag to temporarily pack them up, and at the same time stop the bleeding as much as possible to prevent death from excessive blood loss.

This should be the most difficult battle since Chen Ling set foot on the path of God. Even though Nie Yu had been severely injured by Xiao Chunping and his rank was sealed, and he had prepared traps in advance, he almost died here in the end...

"If I also mastered the domain, maybe I wouldn't be so embarrassed." Chen Ling sighed.

When Chen Ling slowly moved to the museum, the sky was already bright.

After the battle with Nie Yu, the museum was already in ruins, especially the main hall, which was basically reduced to ruins... And at this moment in the backyard, Su Zhiwei, Yang Xiao, and Xiao Chunping were lying on the bed, as if they had fallen asleep.

Yao Qing, with disheveled hair and dirty face, was holding a saber that he had picked up from nowhere, sitting alone on the steps in the backyard, with the three sleeping beds behind him... His bloodshot eyes were always looking around, like a determined gatekeeper, always ready to fight the enemy to the death.

He saw a figure approaching from a distance, and his muscles tensed instantly, but when he saw that it was Chen Ling, he finally relaxed.

"Why are you so badly injured?" He saw the wounds on Chen Ling's body and his face changed.

It's not that Yao Qing is ignorant, but Chen Ling's injuries are really scary. If it were any ordinary person, the body would probably have been cold, but the [Blood Clothes] still supported Chen Ling's body and kept him alive.

"I'm fine." Chen Ling glanced at the bed behind him, "How are they?"

"Nothing serious, just fainted."

"That's good."

Chen Ling relaxed a little, bent down and slowly sat down on the steps next to Yao Qing, his face as pale as paper in the sun.

"I'll call an ambulance for you!" Yao Qing immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to call, but was held down by Chen Ling.

"No need...it will take time for the ambulance to come, and if the ambulance comes, how should we explain this?"

"But if your injury continues like this, you will die."

"Don't worry, I won't die." Chen Ling glanced at the time on the flip phone, "...I will be back soon, and someone will treat me after I go back."

"Go back? Where?"

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Ling didn't explain to Yao Qing anymore, but just sat quietly on the steps, the breeze blew across his bloodstained cheeks, and the world was quiet and peaceful.

Yao Qing was silent for a long time, and still spoke:

"Chen Ling..."

"What's the matter?"

"So, I am the only ordinary person, right?" Yao Qing's palm holding the saber clenched unconsciously, "I am the youngest and most energetic, but I can't help at all... How can I become as powerful as you and grandma?"

Chen Ling glanced at him and said calmly: "This kind of thing can't be rushed... When the opportunity comes, maybe everything will be smooth sailing."

Yao Qing pursed his lips slightly, sat there sullenly, and said nothing.

Chen Ling naturally saw his unwillingness and self-blame, but even if he wanted to help, he couldn't...Even in the Nine Lords era, there were very few people who could be chosen by the Shinto and become [God's Favored One] to set foot on the Shinto, let alone in modern times. It is very difficult for Yao Qing to set foot on the Shinto, but with this kid's intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship, it might be possible.

Chen Ling looked down at the screen of his mobile phone. As the time number kept jumping, a line of characters popped up in front of him:

[Numbering time limit has expired]

[Reading interrupted]

Chen Ling's eyes went dark, and his consciousness began to sink. When he opened his eyes again, strands of blood oozed from his lips...

In the house of Lao Liu, Chen Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, looked down at his bloody body, and a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough... the injury has also been brought back."

Chen Ling stood up from the bed with difficulty, holding the organs flowing out of his waist and abdomen, and pushed the door open with bloody footprints.

It was late at night in the Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

The bright moon hung above the grassland sky, and the breeze blew the green grass like waves. The rooms of all the other brothers were very quiet, as if they had fallen asleep.

Chen Ling dragged his bloody body and stopped in front of one of the doors.

Knock knock knock——

Chen Ling knocked on the door weakly.

"Big Brother...cough cough cough...Big Brother?"

After a short pause, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from the house, and the bright yellow light shone through the window of the living room. The door in front of Chen Ling was opened forcefully.

Senior Brother Ning Ruyu, with a pair of sleepy eyes, "Junior Brother, what's the matter... huh???"

A pool of blood appeared at the door of Ning Ruyu's house. Chen Ling, covered in blood, smiled miserably:

"Senior Brother, help me..."

Ning Ruyu: ??? ??? !!! !!! !!!