Chapter 739: The Pitiful Changsheng

However...

An Yinan looked around; the blond-haired, blue-eyed man who had fired the shot yesterday was gone.

Today, she wanted to secretly deal with that person; after all, since he had already made a move, she was not prepared to show mercy to someone who wanted her life.

Especially here!

Killing people is not against the law!

But, the person was gone. Was it Changsheng who made a move? Or was it the Gun King Special Training?

Or...

Was it the person behind the scenes, afraid that he would expose something, who took advantage of the dark and windy night to finish him off? That was not impossible!

With the person gone, she could consider it a relief.

"Go down, my little treasure!" That sharp bamboo pole stabbed down fiercely time after time, making everyone fear whether they would face the air or that sharp bamboo pole when they surfaced.

An Yinan was trying hard to hold her breath; although the Gun King Special Training was ruthless and inhumane, it was truly effective for training people.

Just at this moment, that sharp bamboo pole happened to pierce a head that had surfaced for air; the murky water of the pool could not even show the color of the blood.

But as the person thrashed about, their movements slowly grew smaller; they had been sinking before, and later they simply floated on the surface of the pool water.

Every time those who surfaced for air saw this, they tried their best to minimize the time they spent exposed.

This included the Huaxia Trio.

An Yinan even wanted to get a reed stalk...

But thinking of the training itself, she firmed up her resolve; the training itself was about challenging one's limits, not taking shortcuts.

An Yinan kept her eyes tightly shut, not thinking about that floating corpse, not thinking about those who had died. This time she held her breath for a long time, even unconsciously breaking her limit. Chen Xun was afraid something would happen to her, so he had been holding onto her. Feeling that the person beside him had been still for a long time, he gently shook his hand.

An Yinan responded with a small-frequency shake, and Chen Xun's worried heart finally settled down.

"Hoo!" An Yinan finally broke the surface, then took a breath and immediately sank back down, not even giving the people above a chance.

Changsheng just watched like this today. The sky was getting brighter, and the water in the pool began to heat up; the intense sun brought up steaming heat from the pool.

Training at night was actually better than training during the day. The daytime was truly miserable—hot and tiring—and the long-term state of holding breath underwater and oxygen deprivation made one's brain feel dizzy and muddled.

Time passed bit by bit, until the fifth day...

Changsheng found An Yinan, "Come with me."

An Yinan stood up. Since these days, she had not made any unusual moves; Changsheng's unusual move was probably that he stopped performing dissections.

Anyone who could carry a Surgical Knife on them must be a ruthless person.

"Nan Nan." Zhang Qian and Chen Xun looked at An Yinan, feeling somewhat worried.

An Yinan shook her head; she had probably guessed what Changsheng wanted her for.

"I'll be back in a moment." She smiled at the two of them.

Seeing that she knew what she was doing and wasn't walking away in a panic, the two of them finally set their hanging hearts at ease and then sat where they were.

It was just that the eyes of the others were rolling, especially Leite!

"You say you have a way?" Straightforward people don't speak in riddles. Changsheng pulled down his face mask; it was actually an Eastern face. That face looked very ordinary, the kind that you might not even notice if it were thrown into a crowd.

"I need to examine the human body." An Yinan did not answer directly; she needed to determine whether it was possible to use the medicinal powder method to preserve the human body based on the degree of damage to it.

Rumor had it that in the Gun King Special Training, there was the devil Changsheng among the Eight Great Devil Trainers.

He had a beloved woman in his heart. For this woman, he studied surgical dissection hard, and then continued to practice suturing, wanting to find a way to keep that person from rotting or decaying, to achieve immortality.

She had also started to doubt the authenticity of this rumor when she saw the Surgical Knife, and later she obtained confirmation.

Changsheng frowned, "How did you know?"

An Yinan smiled, kicked a stone on the side of the road with her toe, then picked up two pieces at random and juggled them, "I have my own sources of information."

Changsheng narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, carrying a somewhat bloodthirsty smile.

"I don't care what your purpose is, as long as you can preserve her remains, I can agree to anything!" When Changsheng said this, the excitement and light in his eyes were not concealed in the slightest.

But his expression suddenly changed, from the excitement just now to gloom, from the light just now to darkness; his whole person was shrouded in an inexplicably oppressive aura.

It was hard to imagine that these two similar traits could actually exist in one person.

"If... you lied to me..."

"I will kill everyone you care about: your son, your daughter, your relatives, your friends!" Changsheng's words struck An Yinan's heart, word by word.

She looked at Changsheng and suddenly felt that this person was somewhat pitiful.

She couldn't say where he was pitiful, but his current appearance was like an abandoned child who couldn't find the way home, just obsessed with one thing.

"Follow me." Seeing An Yinan's unchanging face, Changsheng narrowed his eyes and then said to her.

An Yinan followed closely behind. They wound through many turns and arrived at a row of small huts.

Changsheng pushed open the door of the first hut. The freezer inside was not freezing ice cream or dumplings, but the two corpses she had dragged over yesterday...

"Come in." Not knowing what Changsheng pressed, he opened the door to a secret room. The further down they went, the colder the air became.

An Yinan's brows furrowed. In this place, to build such an environment, how much effort had been spent?

Was this person so important to Changsheng?

Walking into the secret room—or rather, it was more of an ice and snow kingdom—it was filled with ice-blue gauze, carrying a bit of dreaminess. The woman lying on the ice bed had frost and snow on her eyelashes and hair. A snow-white princess dress made her look so pure, clean, and otherworldly.

But her breathing had stopped; there was no pulse. Even though she was so beautiful, she was already dead.

"Isn't she preserved very well now?" An Yinan looked up at Changsheng.

Changsheng looked at the person in the Ice Coffin, his eyes full of deep attachment.

"She has been preserved like this for five years, but... corpse spots have slowly started to grow on her legs." Changsheng did not move.

An Yinan frowned and then asked, "Can I take a look?"

Changsheng did not let her do it herself, but personally lifted the hem of her dress a little. An Yinan immediately saw the corpse spots, but those corpse spots were very, very faint now; if one didn't look carefully, one might not even see them.

It was evident that Changsheng must accompany her every day.

An Yinan thought for a moment, "I am a doctor, a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor; the method I use requires medicinal liquid to be rubbed on the body, and then a Small Silver Pill to be held in the mouth."

Ever since entering this secret room, Changsheng's gaze had not moved from the woman's face; his eyes and his heart were entirely filled with this person.