Chapter 143: with translation of chapter title

"I also left one person behind, by my side." Chen Hao looked at Feng Yan's back, knowing he was still in a state of losing memory.

Another girl looked at him, her dark pupils flickering, also knowing, his heart...

His heart, his feelings, everything he was thinking—perhaps they didn't quite understand, but from this moment on, looking at Feng Yan's back, they also thought in their hearts.

Myself, am I also lost in illusion?

This is Chen Hao's problem; he doesn't understand why Feng Yan would go to such lengths for a false woman, which truly baffles Chen Hao.

"Ah, I think, Feng Yan, I still can't understand you." Chen Hao sighed, his eyes sweeping over the giants' corpses, looking at Feng Yan's back.

And Feng Yan, in Chen Hao's eyes, was also fading bit by bit.

"Let's go." Chen Hao said.

"Why?" Jin Meng hurried to block him, then pointed toward Feng Yan's direction and continued: "There, sir, my benefactor, is right there!"

"Aren't I your benefactor?" Chen Hao retorted.

Jin Meng had no choice but to set aside the thought of following Feng Yan, and silently stood beside Chen Hao.

Chen Hao glanced at Jin Meng beside him, clearly aware that Jin Meng was angry, yet still offered no explanation, slowly walking back to his resting inn room.

"What the hell is this for?" Jin Meng complained, having many things he wanted to say to Chen Hao, but seeing the tightly closed door, he swallowed his words back.

"Perhaps, Sir Chen Hao also has some ideas," Jin Meng muttered to himself, then slowly went downstairs to the inn's first floor, found a table and sat down.

"No, I still have to do this!" Jin Meng rose, preparing to leave, but then stopped again, thinking, perhaps Chen Hao has his own way to help Feng Yan?

After all, they are partners together.

"Waiter, bring wine!" Jin Meng summoned the waiter; soon the waiter brought a jar of wine, and Jin Meng drank it without caring about food, until evening.

As for Feng Yan, his whole body now emits a foul odor, because he slowly passed through the corpses of the dead giants, picking it up.

Feng Yan also noticed that with each step he took, a bloody red footprint appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

Feng Yan stopped, turned back to look at the giants behind him; even though they were corpses, he still gave them the utmost respect.

But the next moment, Feng Yan couldn't believe his eyes.

He watched the corpses of the giants behind him slowly turn to stone, then from the stone emerged wisps of white smoke drifting in the air; those smokes, like living things, gradually gathered and formed a giant-shaped cloud in the sky.

Feng Yan raised his head, gazing at the cloud above; his thoughts passed through the clouds, as if he had glimpsed something higher, yet he could not speak it, Feng Yan touched his chest, feeling it empty.

"Hmm, indeed, my heart probably lacks something." Feng Yan muttered to himself, then lowered his head, seeking the way back.

Feng Yan stepped out with his left foot, but in an instant collapsed to the ground.

"What..." While he was still keeping his eyes open, Feng Yan could hardly believe it; he strongly told himself not to close his eyes, to muster his spirit, but as his vision gradually shrank, he still fell into darkness.

As Feng Yan closed his eyes, a group of black-clad people appeared before him, hoisted him up, and left.

Feng Yan once again lost himself in darkness, walking step by step, yet feeling as if he were turning in place, finally he had to stop.

"Want to know who you are?" a voice suddenly rang out.

"Who!" Feng Yan jerked his head up, but saw nothing; there was only pitch blackness.

"Look, this is you!"

That voice rang out, and the surroundings suddenly gradually brightened; beneath Feng Yan's feet a concrete floor slowly appeared, behind him were a few small shops, the red flag on the flagstand fluttering in the wind, and broadcasts came from all around.

"Student Feng Yan of Class 219, late for class, recorded a demerit; hope you correct next time!"

After the voice fell, Feng Yan heard the broadcast; the surrounding students also began staring at him, some blaming him, some feeling he was pitiful, after all, many who are late, only this one person receives punishment.

"Student Feng Yan, please come to the podium!"

Feng Yan slowly left the crowd, under everyone's gaze gradually came to the front of the podium, before a crowd of teachers; his homeroom teacher looked at him with an extremely hateful gaze.

"Student Feng Yan, please read your self-criticism." On the podium, the director of education gently told Feng Yan, looking at him, then anticipating his performance.

Feng Yan lowered his head; at some point, a manuscript appeared in his hand.

Feng Yan clearly knows what this is; although he has lost his memory, the familiarity of this thing has not faded; he looks at the manuscript in his hand, at his own so-called confession evidence, and cannot help but find it ridiculous.

"Next, please, Student Feng Yan, repent for your mistakes!"

The voice sounded again; Feng Yan looked at the manuscript in his hand. It was now clear: this was his so-called charge.

"I, what should I do?"

Feng Yan asked himself this from his heart; he clearly knew what was written above; he looked at that several-thousand-character printed thing, finally took a deep breath and shouted toward the students below.

Everyone and the teachers looked at him; the teachers anticipated, the students looked at him bewilderedly.

At last, the words that appeared were: "We, are we just the school's machines?"

The teachers widened their eyes; the homeroom teacher hated Feng Yan even more; this matter was originally his proposal to the principal, finally selecting the most honest poor student, the goal being to win the principal's praise.

Now, it's too late for anything.

The homeroom teacher gazed at Feng Yan with extreme remorse; if his gaze could kill, Feng Yan would be left without remains; but the reality is, the homeroom teacher can only be a particularly special spectator, anxiously watching his poor student before him, hoping he will say a few good words.

From this moment on, the homeroom teacher regarded him with another attitude.

"Not bad, we are the school's machines; we face a single-log bridge amidst thousands of troops, we can only become machines. In this province, we will become a learning machine, turning into slaves of teachers and principals; our success is related to them, our failure is our own doing."

"Stop him!" the principal, in a soft voice, gave the order to the teacher beside him; the teacher picked up the microphone, about to end this morning assembly farce......

"Had a good dream?" Feng Yan slowly opened his eyes, discovering his arms were tightly bound; looking downward, he saw the iron chains binding his body; following the sound, he found a familiar face, and that voice came from that person's mouth.

"Sir, thanks to your mercy of not killing me." Wu Wang looked at Feng Yan with his mung-bean-like eyes, full of teasing smile; then his gaze shifted to Feng Yan's sturdy thigh.

"Cut off one of his legs!" Wu Wang commanded those nearby.

Feng Yan gave a cold smile, looked at the person before him with contempt, and said: "Looks like, even after cutting off your leg, you're still living high and mighty; behind the scenes, you haven't stopped harming children."

Wu Wang laughed; with the support of a few people he came before Feng Yan, then lightly slapped Feng Yan's face with his right hand, mockingly saying: "I think you're just an idiot; why don't you just kill me?"

"Take a look, what is this place? This is an execution chamber; many have died here; my master gave it to me, the purpose is simply to punish disobedient children; the gloomy dampness here would frighten even the executioners, let alone the children."

After hearing Wu Wang's words, Feng Yan then used his eyes to observe the surroundings; indeed, as Wu Wang said, the things here are indeed creepy; although spacious enough, the blood‑smelling torture devices are enough to make a grown adult break out in a cold sweat.

"Try this!" Wu Wang casually grabbed a branding iron from a nearby brazier, slowly approaching Feng Yan; with the help of a few people, each step closer to Feng Yan made him feel he was one step nearer to happiness; he could finally take revenge on this boy before him, letting him suffer torment until death.

"What a wonderful thing this is!" Wu Wang drew ever closer to Feng Yan, finally letting out a shout, then lunged forward, slamming the branding iron in his hand onto Feng Yan's body.

However, the next moment there was no sizzle of a red-hot branding iron burning on a person's body; instead came the sound of metal striking metal.

Clang!

"Where is the person?" Wu Wang was dazed; before him lay only an iron chain and an execution rack.

Wu Wang broke out in a cold sweat, yet heard a low voice from behind: "Have you ever thought about atoning?"

Wu Wang only felt a chill behind him, mechanically turned his head, and saw a figure.

That was Feng Yan, holding the Black Sword in his hand, its blade's middle slowly flowing with a red, unknown substance, like blood.

"You are the first person to make me erupt with such intense killing intent!" Feng Yan said gloomily.

"No!" Wu Wang exclaimed, then shoved what was behind him toward Feng Yan, but they were all cut down by Feng Yan's sword swing.

The two collapsed in a pool of blood; the remaining people fled in terror, and then a servant holding a key slammed the prison door shut with a bang, locking it.

"So now it's just the two of us; do you want a dignified death or a miserable one?" Feng Yan asked, holding his sword, as he spoke to Wu Wang.