[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night":3,"chapter-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-269":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Journey to the End of the Night",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1715372,2193,"Chapter 269 - 269 267 A Lonely Cold Dream","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-269",269,"\u003Cp>269: Chapter 267: A Lonely Cold Dream 269: Chapter 267: A Lonely Cold Dream In her life, she had endured hardship, tasted the fickleness of human nature, lived without love—any brief tenderness she received was but a false and pretty illusion, a mere reflection of the moon in water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, precisely because of this, the female corpse was especially sensitive to kindness and gentleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a small animal frozen for too long, numb to the biting cold, a touch of something warm was enough to make her keenly aware, to tell whether this warmth was real or fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Baili An’s unconscious companion, Fang Geyu, suddenly made a noise in his sleep, instantly pulling the female corpse from her reverie into the ice-cold reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bewilderment in the female corpse’s eyes gradually vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to recognize who was lying beside Baili An at this moment, and couldn’t help but to curl her lips into a mocking smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, when faced with ‘Yun Shulang’, the female corpse, He Sha, showed indifference and scorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she realized ‘Tao Ziyang’ was also in the room, her eyes filled with barely concealed frantic resentment and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An sensed her emotional shift; even the Human Skin Drum at her waist began to unleash a malevolence visible to the naked eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened his body, his once calm gaze turning vigilant, as he positioned himself in front of Fang Geyu in a protective stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the deeply resentful female corpse did not launch another attack but floated backward two meters like a resentful ghost under the cover of night, a single palm supporting the drum at her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smirked and said, “I will make her just like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An pursed his lips and responded, “I will not let her become like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female corpse, He Sha, gave a cold laugh but did not continue the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her long black nails and forcefully scraped the thin drum skin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ziiila—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing, grating sound startled Cold Crows in all directions, bright red blood trickling from the scraped drum skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An’s complexion turned deathly pale in an instant; his head boiled tumultuously as if a river had upturned, his soul chaotically tossing beneath his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation wasn’t particularly painful, but it was incredibly uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as though all of his spirits were jumbled in the vicious noise, his soul wandering aimlessly within his body, beyond control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms, which propped up his body, weakened, and he collapsed heavily onto the head of the bed; his breaths were chaotic, his face ashen, his pupils dark and somber as he looked at the female corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female corpse, unable to see, naturally did not notice Baili An’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scratch on the Human Skin Drum soon miraculously vanished, leaving only a thin trace of blood meandering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp black nails, stained with a spot of deep red, gently tapped on the drum skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound was made, yet with every tap underneath the fingernail, visible sound waves rippled out, distorting the space with twisted ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence enveloped the surroundings, but within the depths of the ear, it seemed as if a giant drum thundered, the noise as ominous as Yin Thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An only heard a ‘crack’ that seemed like an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories long sealed away were like a giant rock, solemnly pressed down for a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a pair of hands began to press against the rock, pushing with all their might, prying up the hard corner of the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient scattered memories, like specks of dust, burst out in a chaotic whirl as the stone was levered up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An, whose heart had gradually grown cold towards human emotions, now felt an unprecedented fear and anxiety; it was as if he had been suddenly thrown into a boundless sea to drown, his hands unconsciously flailing for something to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a crying, uneasy voice came from Fang Geyu, and a small, cold hand also reached out haphazardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two drowning people, in the moment they sank into the bottomless Abyss, grasped each other’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they knew that holding onto this hand could not change the despair of sinking into the cold depths, it was now their last support and reliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the face of the desperate Abyss, no one wants to be alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories fragmented and scattered like dust danced furiously about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the hazy mist of Chaos, he seemed to see his own past unfold before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man, in green clothes on a white horse, carrying a sword down the mountain, with endless horizons, his horse’s hooves quick, as if to leap over the endless mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could not discern what he himself had looked like back then; the green clothes were just an ordinary style from the Mortal World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying a sword down from the mountain, which mountain he did not know, as if dark ink had designed the ancient terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only clear color was the sword behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories shattered, splattered across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenes were blurred and numerous, with glimpses of a Snake Demon shrieking under the ancient Sword Pond, blood staining the frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a child closely following another, a step-by-step pace, neither too close nor too far, a silver serpent ring gleaming in the hand of the other, a girl in red throwing steamed buns, a dark-skinned boy hoeing and planting vegetables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder shattering bones, Blade cutting flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old dreams resurfaced, all the memories that floated before his eyes—memories that could not be peered into—as tumultuous as a raging waterfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of these tumultuous frames, he saw himself, a shadowy figure bowing low, kneeling in the backlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if trampled into the dust by someone, he said to the tall and mighty silhouette, “Father, it hurts, it hurts so much…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, in the next life…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>may I not be your son again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall figure in front of him raised an arm, a cold, thunder-wrapped weapon in his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the shifting play of shadow and darkness, he could not see the man’s face, but he could make out those red eyes in the shadow, faintly glowing with angry bloodlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not see his own expression either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the boy kneeling in the dust, head bowed low and never raising again after kneeling, was indifferent to the blade suspended over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Came a voice from someone awakening from a deep slumber, a cry so faint and yet so heart-wrenching!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder-wrapped cold weapon plunged through him, splitting flesh from bone, sundering heart from body!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the scorching and intense agony, Baili An, covered in blood, felt as though he had stepped into a void, falling deeper into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind shrieked past his ears, as if falling endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the profound darkness, he suddenly saw a pond with a flicker of green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An was overwhelmed with joy, gratefully seeing that glimpse in the darkness as the last bit of light in his life, desperately reaching out his hand to seize it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the distant and ancient voice, seemingly blown away by the fierce wind, grew indistinct, “This time, do not come down the mountain to find me; I am to be wed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light reflecting from the pond grew stronger and stronger, so intense it seemed it would swallow that green figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had mistaken the hand lifting the Blade, coming to slaughter him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for a light that could save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand he lifted to grasp, then fell back down…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let it be, he was too tired; within the endless memories, he found no way out, not even the strength to lift a finger once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wished to sink and be lost forever.\u003C\u002Fp>",1306,"2026-06-06T15:16:24.480Z",1,"novelbin.me","868b673c888eee1bfde5a5e9bc80699ca67783049cb65b180eab3d53124dd8ff","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-270","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-268",1594,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjourney-to-the-end-of-the-night-cover.jpg"]