Chapter 286: New Moon of Blood (Finale Part 1)
On July 4th, at 6:30 AM, the sky was already dimly lit. The desert, shrouded in smoke and sand, suddenly saw the temporary medical station running at full capacity, with low, pained groans heard everywhere as the wounded endured their suffering.
After basic treatment, the injured were immediately loaded onto helicopters, and as soon as one was full, it took off.
Continuously, injured personnel returned to the ground through the underground base’s access point. In just over an hour, several hundred people were evacuated, including over thirty fatalities, all of whom suffered from severe wounds—broken arms and legs—as the effects of the anti-blood immunity serum reached their limits, leaving them bloodied and mangled.
Korea Wei stood at the main entrance of the base with his hands behind his back, coldly observing the passage inside with a calm expression.
More than twenty soldiers from the Dark Arrow unit stumbled in, helping each other, among them several members of the Blood Dragon team, clearly allies of Korea Wei.
“Xiao Ge!”
Han Xiao ran over, nervously scanning the crowd of evacuees, hoping to catch sight of her familiar cousin but was disappointed once again.
“Don’t worry, you can’t find him here, which means he’s safe,” Korea Wei said, turning his head slightly to speak to his daughter with a flat tone.
“Dad, can I go down…? I can bring some ammunition to everyone,” Han Xiao wiped her tears and stood up straight.
Korea Wei didn’t respond, turning to walk toward the temporary command tent. After taking a few steps, he glanced back at the front.
In the sky, more than a dozen North American amphibious assault Ospreys appeared.
The over one hundred Dark Arrow soldiers remaining on the ground immediately became alert, entering a defensive state.
The North American aircraft landed one after another, and over two thousand soldiers from secret operations units disembarked, led by a high-nosed officer bearing the insignia of a brigadier general.
“Good morning, General. Perhaps we’re a bit late,” the North American brigadier general said, nodding respectfully to Korea Wei, who wore the insignia of a major general, his English spoken with a sincere smile.
“Tell them not to go in, the situation inside is very complicated,” Korea Wei summoned his daughter, Han Xiao, to act as a temporary translator.
The North American brigadier general eyed the Eden base behind Korea Wei with suspicion and took in the appalling sight of the injured all around. After mulling it over for a few seconds, he shook his head slightly: in this war that necessitated cooperation, there were no cowards among them. I can act as reinforcements and issue orders for the officers to enter the base.
“All units, move in! Go! Go! Go!”
The soldiers from the North American secret operations units surged past the wounded soldiers from Huaguo and flooded in.
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Eden base, level seven, Ancestor Cultivation Center, Data Area.
The ceiling and ground were both covered in dried stagnant water, as if a rain of blood had fallen. The air was thick with the nauseating scent of blood, accompanied by the mechanical system’s warning alarms.
Zhong Jing, wearing a helmet he seemingly scavenged from somewhere, held tightly to his handgun, cautiously walking down the empty corridor. Just then, several panicked armed personnel in blue uniforms ran past from a distance, nearly causing Zhong Jing to tumble into the corridor wall.
The atmosphere felt eerie, as if everyone was avoiding something terrifying, seeking out hiding spots. A shadow rushed in from the side and grabbed Zhong Jing by the nape, dragging him into a small dark room.
“Hehe, kid, you managed to survive the anesthetic mist before. What, you really want to go see her ancestor again?”
In the dim light, Qian Guilong’s sinister face appeared, his smile chilling.
“Qian Guilong… didn’t you and Chu Dali share the responsibility for transferring the Ancestor?”
Zhong Jing instinctively put his hands in his pockets, gripping his knife tightly.
“Hey, transferring my ass, we’ve all been sold out by Elvin. Chu Dali? He’s long gone to hide… you think I don’t know what you want? Since we’ve met, hand over whatever you’ve got.”
Qian Guilong nodded at the hand Zhong Jing had shoved into his pocket before starting to undress right in front of him.
“Qian… Qian ge, it’s pitch black in here, what are you doing…”
Zhong Jing’s heart raced, and he shrank into a corner, his face filled with terror and innocence, as countless depraved thoughts rushed through his mind.
“Kid, why are you making a scene? Give me both the Type B and C Ancestor serums!”
With his bare upper body, Qian Guilong approached Zhong Jing, leaned down, and lightly patted the young man’s cheek, his icy gaze suddenly softening somewhat.
Zhong Jing’s expression turned cold, and he aimed his gun directly at Qian Guilong: “Qian ge, I don’t understand what you’re saying…”
Qian Guilong smiled, stepping back two paces, abruptly producing a jagged bone claw from his right side and stabbing it into his own abdomen. The claw pierced through the fatty layer but didn’t penetrate too deeply; however, the blood that flowed made one’s scalp tingle.
Holy crap, he’s ripping open his belly just like that… is this how you express your feelings? Zhong Jing retreated a couple of steps, his arm holding the gun shaking.
Qian Guilong furrowed his brow, enduring immense pain as he revealed several grainy objects from his abdomen.
Zhong Jing’s pupils constricted as he swiftly understood.
The Trojan horse was divided in two; if one part failed, the other could still be tried. It seems you’re not fit for this; better go back. By the way, you keep the Type A for yourself, head toward the fire escape and hide; perhaps someone will come down to save you.
Qian Guilong stuffed the capsules back into his abdominal wound, then reached out one bloody hand toward Zhong Jing.
A chill ran up Zhong Jing’s spine, not from fear or dread, but from an odd mixture of shock and emotion.
Zhong Jing swallowed hard, trembling as he asked, “Qian ge, are you from the Wang family…?”
“Who the hell is from the Wang family! I’ve been living freely for two hundred years, making the old tortoises panic. The moment I open my eyes, they don’t dare to blink!”
Qian Guilong poured a medicine bottle into his palm, quickly distinguishing the contents, then handed the remaining capsules back to Zhong Jing.
“Hehe, meat shield! I’ve loaded you up this time!”
All the capsules were jammed into his abdominal wound, his torn clothing wrapped around it; Qian Guilong hopped twice, letting out a laugh that was oddly amusing.
“Even that old coot of yours would be moved; with that look, and that body, you could wring water out of it, tsk tsk, you boy are quite fortunate…”
After a brief jest, Qian Guilong patted Zhong Jing on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Just as Qian Guilong’s figure was about to disappear from the small dark room, a sudden wave of invisible energy surged through the entire seventh level.
Zhong Jing felt like countless steel pins were thrust into his body, his organs nearly shattered; the bloody liquid rising from his stomach vomited out of his mouth and nose.
Qian Guilong’s body jolted; although blood flowed from his ears, he fared much better than Zhong Jing, who collapsed to the ground.
“Ah, that big guy finally showed up. You, kid, it’s a shame for me; you’ll have to crawl out yourself…”
Qian Guilong didn’t look back to help; instead, he opened himself up fully and rushed into the passage.
Zhong Jing pressed his hands to his chest and abdomen, staring blankly at the empty dark room, a faint smile slowly spreading across his lips.
……
In the massive cultivation tank, the nutrient solution’s level finally hit zero. Continuous detonations shattered the external tempered glass, bursting like an avalanche.
As parts of the body writhed in the open cultivation area, suddenly, seven or eight thick tentacles reached out from Zhong Jing’s main body, two massive exposed eyeballs began to shake and rapidly fill with blood.
The Ancestor, forced from its slumber by intense stimulation, initiated an attack, and the entire mass of white flesh began to tremble. Silent sound waves spread out, and high-energy infrasound radiated outward in concentric circles.
Those trapped on level seven, already panicked and disarrayed, whether ordinary researchers or the still-secure armed security, all within a hundred meters of the Ancestor, succumbed to death under the shock of the high-energy infrasound, with not even a moment to struggle.
Even the few blood clansmen below the male crocodile stage lost all combat effectiveness in an instant.
Countless new tentacles surged from the mass of flesh beneath the Ancestor, reaching out and extending like giant pythons wriggling through the blood.
Any dead or living beings touched were ensnared and pulled back toward the Ancestor’s main body, tightly wrapped in a dense, snow-white, thread-like adhesive substance, and absorbed into its interior.
Each instance of fusion increased the biological mass of the Ancestor, and more tentacles extended outward, like an insatiable beast endlessly feeding its appetite.
Having been confined for hundreds of years, the Ancestor’s body tension was released in its solitude, rage, and grievance, launching a vengeance against all humble species in this lightless underground world, like a beast awakening.
The world after the blood rain became her banquet, new tentacles continuously grew while the old ones thickened; any obstructing barriers were either penetrated or crushed in the rapid advance of the tentacles, even thrown into the air.
Level seven transformed into a chaotic colossal life-recovery ground, with the Ancestor’s tentacles acting like diligent yet frenzied worker bees, searching for every form of life to assimilate and devour.
Finally, one tentacle wandering near the ceiling found an electrical pipeline leading to level six.
After a bout of twisting, the tentacle stuck in the pipeline underwent severe proliferation, expanding into a newly formed mass of flesh that completely severed a section of the pipeline, morphing into a tentacle extending to the outer layers of the Ancestor.
More small gaps or pipelines were discovered, and more nodes of flesh were seized by the tentacles, sprouting long appendages that spread to other levels.
……
The dizziness in his head and the pain, weakness, and hunger in his body converged into an overwhelming sensation of starvation.
Jiang Yan climbed up again; before her stood the same exquisite study, the aging Elvin still leaning on the sofa, gasping for breath, his eyes hollow as they stared at the ceiling, looking as if he was about to pass away.
The pain in her back faded in and out, and Jiang Yan knew it was a sign of the blood protein about to become depleted. The strange abilities utilized in her disoriented state stripped Elvin of his vampire identity as if conducting a life trial, nearly emptying her own body.
She stuffed any food she could find into her mouth, devouring it like a starving ghost, red wine in her left hand and white Jim in her right, mouth filled with various morsels, fearing there wouldn’t be enough; as soon as there was a little space, she quickly filled it again.
As red wine passed her lips, Jiang Yan desperately pounded at the bar, nearly choking until her face turned red.
In her ears, faint footsteps approached; Jiang Yan alertly grabbed the wine bottle, hiding her body behind the sofa, revealing only her eyes.
A young man in a blue uniform walked in, carrying two large wooden bags; he recognized Jiang Yan immediately.
His gaze fell on the old white-haired man on the floor, and Frank was momentarily stunned. The familiar clothing on the old man made Frank doubt his own eyes.
Dropping the backpack he was carrying, Frank crouched down in front of Elvin, brushing the white strands from the old man’s face. The aging features still bore familiar characteristics.
There were no pheromonal scents belonging to vampires; the previous chaotic feeling had transformed into a decay of life, rapidly approaching the end of vitality.
“Elvin has become an ordinary person,” Frank muttered under his breath, then shifted his gaze to the other side of the sofa where he spotted Jiang Yan.
“Did you do this?” Frank stood up slowly, an odd excitement gleaming in his eyes, “Just as I suspected, it’s truly an incredible mark. Master Elvin could never have imagined that the future he so longed for would turn out like this.”
Jiang Yan, now powerless to fight back, could only grip the wine bottle tightly, slowly retreating her body.
“You think I would seek revenge for Master Elvin?” Frank smiled, stepping back two paces, sitting on the sofa, pulling out a cigarette to light, “It’s destined here that all life will return to the Ancestor. It doesn’t matter who strikes.”
Frank opened the backpack on the floor, revealing it to be filled with timed explosives.
“If you want to go out and take a look, here’s the code for you. Good luck, Miss Jiang Yan.”
Jiang Yan was momentarily stunned and turned her head toward the exit.
……
After a whole pack of detonators and all being discharged, the two backpacks of timed explosives Frank brought filled the ninth level’s secret defenses, taking care of every corner within it, before he returned to face Elvin.
And Elvin, who still drew breath, watched everything his former trusted subordinate had done.
“Frank… why did you betray me…?”
Elvin’s lips moved slightly, staring blankly at the ceiling, confusion deep in his murky eyes.
“Some dreams, Elvin… ought to have been awoken from eighty years ago,” Frank leaned forward, half-reclining on his brain, hands clasped, his face bearing a faint smile. “The Ancestor plan has absorbed many families; the last was the Gotal family. Do you think the Engel family would consider themselves exceptions?”
“My mother was from the Gotal family, but she didn’t do anything… I was only five back then… I would have cooperated with anyone if it meant dragging the Engel family to hell, but alas, many damned people escaped to North America…”
In the room, dozens of timed explosives simultaneously began a sixty-second countdown, ticking like a chorus from a church choir.
Elvin’s throat quivered slightly as he exhaled the last breath.
“There are always imperfections; I could have waited a bit longer to see how the James family would end up… but the fact that the Ancestor plan can conclude on my watch means I can ascend to heaven.”
Frank stood up, spread his arms wide, gazing at the ceiling, a smile on his face growing ever more sacred and fanatical…
In the underground passage, Jiang Yan leaned against the wall, moving slowly. Suddenly, a strong vibration and a dull low-frequency explosion echoed behind her.
After looking back for ten seconds, Jiang Yan took a deep breath and continued forward.
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Levels four and five had turned into a blood-soaked hellish battleground.
Countless artificial blood beasts, driven by ingrained hatred and hunger, attacked any life that appeared in their sight, regardless of whether it was the Ancestor itself.
The tentacles of the Ancestor, spreading from below, had reached level four; however, the meat points of the stairs were still insufficient to form an advantage, with the familiar dominance remaining in the hands of the leaders of the artificial blood beasts.
The Ancestor’s tentacles still focused more on the already deceased corpses, tirelessly sweeping and dragging off every blood node, simultaneously serving as supplies for the Ancestor.
The control area of the fifth level, at least twenty meters tall, was filled with tentacles twisting and scrambling for bodies, alongside the bouncy, roaring artificial blood beasts.
Every functional area, every corridor, every room was experiencing fierce combat, with gunfire, screams, and roars everywhere.
“… All persons below baron rank retreat!”
“Don’t come closer, don’t come closer, Mom.”
“… The Blood Dragon team will stay to cover. Other combat units, retreat!”
“Подкрепление, подкрепление, четвертый уровень, сектор G…”
The severely disrupted tactical communication channels were flooded with chaotic messages. The multinational forces that infiltrated the Eden base had long since collapsed under the frantic attacks of the spreading tentacles and artificial blood beasts, splitting into several small teams or even individual combats.
In a corner of the fifth level, Feng Xin and others huddled in the V1 rescue control room, leveraging the terrain to struggle against the onslaught of the artificial blood vessels.
Except for Wan Yue and Zhao Peng, everyone else had already exhausted their energy. Jiang Yan’s face again showed signs of a twisted aftereffect from her overload, but at that moment, she couldn’t worry about shame; she just crouched in the blood, gripping a rifle, blocking any approaching artificial blood beasts.
The last leopard-type artificial blood beast exploded in a burst of blood, and Zhao Peng leaned against a server cabinet, frothing at the mouth. Not far from him, Xiao Ai had long since overheated from exhaustion, ignoring what others said and focusing solely on herself.
At that moment, the ventilation duct in the ceiling suddenly collapsed, and a segment of bloodied, liquid-wrapped flesh squeezed into the control room, lunging towards Wan Yue.
In an instant, the tentacle triggered a blood explosion, blowing apart several meters before quickly writhing and expanding toward the blood node.
Wan Yue fell to the ground, her chest heaving violently, her face flushed, seemingly on the verge of complete exhaustion.
Around them, the sounds abruptly quieted as if the previous blood battle had been nothing more than a phantom dream.
“Xiao Yue! Xiao Yue! Great, finally found you!” Zhao Peng’s footsteps sounded again, and soon, several men with oxygen masks, drenched in blood, stumbled in.
The leader tore off his mask, standing in front of Wan Yue, it was the old Jin from the Wang family.
“Xiao Yue, Uncle Seven wants everyone to retreat!” Old Jin grabbed Wan Yue’s arm, ready to pull her away, while also calling to Zhao Peng and the others, “You all follow me, gather the ammunition together, and secure the rear.”
“Let go, you fool… thinking I’ll let myself be taken advantage of… avoiding this beautiful world to come hide here…”
Wan Yue pushed Old Jin’s body away, leaning back against the cabinet, fumbling several times at her waist, trembling as she pulled out a cigarette to light.
A few rays of sunlight gathered, causing Old Jin’s old face to turn red, yet he continued grinning foolishly at Wan Yue.
On the other side, Mona loaded the last few rounds into her rifle, crouching beside Han Jieli, assisting him in removing his full-face helmet.
“How are you? Not injured, right?”
Mona lightly checked Han Jieli’s chest and arms, not finding any visible wounds, she sighed in relief as just moments ago, Han Jieli had been bitten by several bloodthirsty humanoid blood beasts.
However, the blood-soaked clothing had dulled the originally heavy protective suits, making any injuries difficult to spot.
“Hey, I’m fine, just a bit panicked… I’ve still got a magazine here, for you.”
Han Jieli awkwardly twisted his posture, drawing ammunition from his waist to place in Mona’s hand, while his dangling left hand quietly covered his waist.
Mona took a glance at Han Jieli’s incessantly attached nuclear explosion backpack, feeling hesitant: “How about… I carry it for you?”
“It’s fine; I expend much less energy than you guys. If I really can’t move, I’ll call you.”
Han Jieli waved his hand dismissively, smiling confidently.
… Xiao Yue, you can’t hold on anymore!
Meanwhile, Old Jin, who usually had a good temper, was now enraged and heedlessly attempted to pull Wan Yue away.
“No, I promised everyone to bring Zhong Jing and Yan back. Old Jin, you escort them out.”
Wan Yue continued to push Old Jin’s body away, reaching out her finger to dot on Liu Fang’s forehead, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips: “Behave, maybe in a few days, I’ll reward you…”
Wan Yue!
Zhao Peng and the others huddled in front of Wan Yue, all showing anxious expressions.
I must find Zhong Jing too, I won’t go back!
Jiang Yan stood grim-faced, cleaning her rifle at the side.
I must continue.
Not far away, Han Jieli steadied his exhausted body and rose to his feet, “I have a confidential mission; it’s not time to withdraw yet.”
You see, they all have their absolute reasons for staying; you don’t…
Wan Yue patted Zhao Peng’s cheek, smirking: “Go on, you’re the manager of the hyacinth; you can’t let Xiao Ai and the others run around aimlessly.”
Zhao Peng fell silent, then nodded fiercely a few seconds later, before picking up the unconscious Xiao Ai, while the others could only reluctantly offload their remaining ammunition to hand over to Mona and Jiang Yan.
Xiao Yue, I’ll go with you too…
Old Jin looked at his hands, his expression gradually darkening, a bit excited, “By the way, a new Portuguese restaurant opened near Saint Charity Hospital. When we get back, we…
Sure, you can even book a room.
Wan Yue stood up, clutching her rifle, about to remove her helmet, pulling out the hairpin that kept her updo, her long, smooth hair cascading down, resting on her blood-stained shoulders, becoming increasingly elegant and charming.
……
Zhong Jing’s escape ultimately ended in failure; his ruptured organs and blood had rendered him unable to move, helplessly curling up in a corner near the fire escape on level seven, surviving only by a thread.
A wandering Ancestor tentacle discovered Zhong Jing, winding its way through the blood to coil around the young man’s ankle, beginning to drag him backward.
“Hehe, you little brat…”
Zhong Jing raised his gun, firing repeatedly at the tentacle, which flinched back as if electrocuted, but just like a healed scar forgetting the pain, it wrapped around him again.
Zhong Jing was dragged through the blood, past the corridor and through the main lobby, his eyes taking in the sight of countless tentacles of various sizes, busily transporting corpses or barely surviving lives.
Within this area, there were North American soldiers, Russians, and blood beasts, mixed in with several plump, sorrowful French soldiers.
High above, between various beams and conduits, countless tentacles intertwined, and one could occasionally glimpse a mass of tentacle-morphed flesh, extending unknown appendages like connecting nodes.
Perhaps it wasn’t only the Ancestor’s seventh level; the entire underground base had transformed into a colossal dual-structured life form, consuming numerous flesh resources and tailoring a brand new embryonic body like a seamstress.
In the distance, a familiar voice caught Zhong Jing’s attention. He watched as Dong Dali was dragged by several tentacles toward the dimly visible central observation area.
Soon, Zhong Jing was also drawn towards the central observation area, where the previously thick isolation glass tanks had vanished, leaving only a displacement chamber nearly filled with a mountain of flesh.
Under the giant brain, the mass of flesh had swollen into a huge mount, with the giant brain embedded atop it, its two exposed, large eyeballs blankly staring in a certain direction.
“Qian Guilong, you will die a miserable death; you used me as bait!”
Chu Renli was wrapped in sticky, white, viscous substances like others, being drawn into the flesh mountain, his final cries and shouts abruptly silenced.
More footsteps approached, and Zhong Jing turned to see Qian Guilong.
As if having found prey again, several tentacles lunged forward, but halted a few meters away from Qian Guilong, as if encountering an unresolved mystery, slowly retreating, cleverly creating a space for Qian Guilong to advance.
“Hehe, so that’s how it is…”
Zhong Jing spat out a glob of half-solidified blood from his mouth, feeling in his pocket for a small medicine bottle, pulling out an A-type Ancestor serum, which gleamed under the lights, the transparent liquid swirling inside.
Crushing the capsule, the fish oil-like liquid coated his fingers, a pleasing aroma spreading, causing nearby tentacles to recoil.
The A-type Ancestor serum could emit chemical components that discomforted the Ancestor, creating a safe space; however, its effects didn’t seem as impressive as Old Jiu said, merely preventing the tentacles from coming close.
After swallowing the A-type, it was supposed to last over an hour, but Wang Zhenzhen had tricked him…
Qian Guilong approached Zhong Jing, dragging him to a corner far from the Ancestor, then pulling out several capsules from his pocket and stuffing them into Zhong Jing’s palm: “I’ve got a few left, all for you; how long they’ll last depends on your luck.”
“Qian ge…,” Zhong Jing tightened his grip on the capsules, forcing a bitter smile, “I didn’t expect after crawling for so long, I’d end up back in this place; it seems I’m destined to be the Trojan horse.”
Qian Guilong grinned, saying nothing further, directly moving toward the Ancestor’s main body.
You old pervert, don’t you just want to see how it feels to taste old man’s meat…
Wherever Qian Guilong stepped, the tentacles retreated, but the distance was not much greater than before; it seemed the A-type Ancestor serum he applied was quickly evaporating.
Not long after, Qian Guilong climbed onto the flesh mountain, as though achieving something monumental, choosing to lie back and rest.
Soon, numerous white, viscous threads surged from beneath him, enveloping Qian Guilong’s body like a cocoon and burrowing into the flesh mountain.
Within seconds, the Ancestor began to tremble violently; several of the thickest tentacles shot out from the flesh mountain base, frantically smashing into the air, raising a storm of debris and metal shards.
Following that, patches of the flesh mountain began to rot, becoming a viscous, pus-like liquid, flowing down its surface, ultimately mingling with the blood.
The B-type Ancestor serum had taken effect, beginning to destabilize the Ancestor.
The flesh mountain base swelled and warped again; torn, bleeding vessels turned black, charred, and new vessels started to grow again, then continued to be charred.
The Ancestor’s massive eyeballs quivered violently, as if enduring some torment, while utilizing every ounce of life energy to combat the intruders within.
Perhaps spurred by the instinct for survival, or perhaps a strategy of abandoning the cart to save the rider, thinner tentacles snapped and were re-consumed, while the thicker tentacles desperately proliferated, attempting to mend the rotten and charred areas.
The remaining tentacles rushed to grab the detritus of the dead; they were busying themselves to fill the Ancestor’s life void.
Rotting, charring, disintegrating, then consuming, proliferating, fixing… The expansion of the Ancestor’s life finally stopped, nearly reaching a relative state of balance.
Or perhaps at this moment, the Ancestor was also in a state of slumber within its clones, awaiting the end of the internal contest.
Suddenly, all the lights in the Eden base went out, plunging the eerie underground world into endless darkness, leaving only a few emergency indicator lights and scattered signal lights on some instruments.
The surface of the Ancestor’s body and tentacles glowed, gradually overlaying the black world with luminescence, like stars dotting the empty underground night sky.
The giant brain embedded in the mass of flesh, full of grooves and folds, slowly imprinted a brighter glow, appearing like a half-exposed round moon breaking through the night.
So beautiful…
Beneath that beautifully radiant full moon glow, alongside the stars floating around it, Zhong Jing let out a soft admiration in a daze.
Not far from him, a tentacle began to stir again, causing Zhong Jing to shake his hand and crush another A-type capsule, driving away the surrounding hostile intent.
“Zhong Jing!”
“Wife Yan!”
Zhong Jing had entered a feverish state, his blurred vision filled with floating stars. In his ears, faint shouts echoed from an unknown direction.
“Zhong Jing!”
The voice grew closer and clearer, finally, that familiar cry made Zhong Jing open his eyes.
Several figures staggered towards him in the distant shimmering lights, their delicate silhouettes glimmering, shaking Zhong Jing’s heart.
“Uh, Xiao Yan… come see the stars…”
Zhong Jing extended his hand, beckoning towards the approaching young girl, a blissful smile spreading across his lips.
