Chapter 1226: Help Me Dig a Grave

Help Me Dig a Grave

Chen Ling, Lu Xun, Su Zhiwei, and Yang Xiao exchanged glances and smiled slightly. The smiles contained some reluctance to part, as well as some helplessness.

"Until next time."

"Mm, until next time."

"I'm off, bye."

After a brief farewell, the few of them turned and walked in different directions.

Perhaps because his Spiritual Power had been severely overdrawn just now, Yang Xiao's face was still somewhat pale today, but he didn't care about this... He just strolled like this on the desolate ruins. After walking far away, he slowly looked up at the sky.

His eyes, flashing with auroras, gazed at the nothingness above the ruins, his expression somewhat complex.

Just now, there was something he hadn't told Lu Xun and the others...

In Yang Xiao's pupils, blurred phantom after phantom was currently floating above the ruins. There were too many of them, at least hundreds of thousands, surging continuously like a tide.

Yang Xiao couldn't clearly see their expressions, but he seemed to be able to feel the reluctance and unwillingness of those phantoms toward this world.

Among the ruins, Yang Xiao slowly raised his hand, as if wanting to touch that surging tide of phantoms...

He muttered to himself:

"Are these..."

"The souls of humanity?"

...

Rustle—rustle...

As the final handful of loess covered the slightly sunken ground, Fu Kun wiped the sweat from his forehead and placed the crafted stone shovel aside.

A gentle breeze brushed past the mountainside of Wushan, rustling the hems of the garments of Zheng Zhiqing, Wang Yuanrong, Li Huang... and the numerous figures standing together in the wind.

Before them,

An Emperor wearing a black overcoat was currently engraving an epitaph on a stone stele, stroke by stroke.

At this moment, Ying Fu had already lost the abilities of the Path of the Scholar God. The strokes lacked spirit and weren't resplendent enough, but he simply used his fingertip, dipped in his own blood, and earnestly wrote the final stroke...

—Tomb of Chancellor Han Shuzhi.

Before the tombstone, Ying Fu slowly stood up.

As early as when Ying Fu had the Palace Examination with Chancellor Han, he had already seen Chancellor Han's inner heart. He knew that Chancellor Han following him wasn't purely because of his personal charisma...

At that time, Chancellor Han was already old. He knew that with his own strength, he couldn't accomplish any great deeds. But if he made himself Ying Fu's Walking Stick, then the accumulation of his entire life would be able to change the fate of even more people. What Han Shuzhi was doing wasn't for Ying Fu, but for humanity itself.

Therefore, it was never Ying Fu who chose him, but he who chose Ying Fu, willingly dedicating himself until his dying breath.

Ying Fu chose the location of his tombstone here. This location was exactly on the mountainside of Wushan. From this angle, one could clearly see the entirety of Wushan Town...

That was the town he had risked his life to save.

Although it was a complete mess here now, as long as people were still alive, one day tall buildings would be reestablished here, becoming the home of the next generation, and Ying Fu hoped Chancellor Han could witness all this.

"What I promised you, We have achieved." Ying Fu's gaze rested on Chancellor Han's tombstone, and he spoke slowly,

"Rest here... It won't be long before you can see humanity rebuild towers here, reproducing its former glory..."

Ying Fu withdrew his gaze and slowly walked into the distance, the rest of the subjects following mightily behind him.

Back when Ying Fu first met Chancellor Han, there was almost no one available by his side. It was Chancellor Han who changed everything for him, bringing his students to pledge allegiance to him, allowing him to ascend to heaven in a single step; now, Ying Fu's wings were fully fledged, but Chancellor Han had forever left his side.

"Your Majesty."

Right when Ying Fu was reminiscing, Fu Kun suddenly spoke up,

"That girl, we've already found her. She is currently on the fourth floor of the underground project... We've already made the arrangements, do you want to bring her out to meet once?"

Ying Fu's gaze turned toward the Mid-mountain Hotel not far away.

He remained silent for a long time, but still shook his head:

"...There's no need."

"There's no need?" Fu Kun blanked out. "No, Your Majesty... You personally led the expedition and painstakingly snatched her back from the hands of the Grim Reaper. At this juncture, are you not even going to meet her once?"

"Following by Our side will only put her in danger." Ying Fu paused for a moment,

"Staying in the underground project and living a peaceful and happy life with her father is the life that belongs to her... Since that is the case, why meet again?"

Fu Kun opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Ying Fu didn't turn back.

He cast one last glance in the direction of the Mid-mountain Hotel, then step by step, his figure vanished into the hazy drizzle.

...

Rustle—rustle...

On another side, as a similar stone shovel plunged into the soil and handful after handful of earth was overturned, a burial pit gradually took shape in an Unregarded corner.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Weak coughing sounds echoed amidst the ruins.

"What are you doing?" Right at this moment, a figure draped in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the burial pit.

Chen Ling frowned as he looked at Sun Bumian before him, who was holding a stone shovel and digging with his head down, his tone extremely confused.

Sun Bumian coughed a few more times, wiped the fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at Chen Ling with a pale face, smiling helplessly.

"Obviously... I'm about to die, and I'm digging a grave for myself."

Chen Ling was stunned.

The haggard appearance of Sun Bumian after he kicked away the Turbid Calamity just now instantly surfaced in his mind...

"Is it a backlash from the power just now?"

"Not quite." Sun Bumian shook his head. "In this life, I overdrew a lot of the power accumulated from past Reincarnation Cycles, so I have to enter my slumber early..."

Chen Ling had thought that the price of Sun Bumian overdrawing his power just now would be heavy, but he hadn't expected that after lasting only that short while, he was about to enter a slumber...

"Then, when can you wake up?"

"I'm injured too heavily in this life. I might have to slumber a bit longer, maybe a few decades at least, or over a hundred years at most... Who knows." Sun Bumian shrugged.

"That long?"

The lifespan of a normal human was only about that long. In other words, when Sun Bumian woke up next time, things would remain but people would have changed... Furthermore, calculating like this, by the time he woke up, the world would have already entered the era of the Nine Monarchs.

"Isn't it because of you? If it weren't to help you, I wouldn't have ended up..." Sun Bumian glared at Chen Ling in annoyance.

"Damn it, aren't you a Transmigrator? When we meet again in the future, you'd better treat me a little better. I'm your savior!! Otherwise, I'll... cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Halfway through speaking, Sun Bumian hunched over in pain and began to cough violently... Scarlet blood was coughed into the burial pit, looking shocking to the eyes.

Sun Bumian seemed to be tired. He directly tossed the stone shovel to Chen Ling and sat weakly on the side himself...

"You, help me dig the grave."