After giving Zhang Lexuan a hurried, tight hug, Fu Yu suddenly pushed himself out of her embrace.
Taking advantage of the moment before she could react, he rushed out of the compartment and quickly slammed the door shut again.
Then, he grabbed a wooden board from a nearby corner to cover the final gap.
Through the door of the compartment, Fu Yu could faintly hear Zhang Lexuan’s crying and shouting, but he didn’t care.
Whether it was Uncle Zhang, Aunt Yu, or Sister Lexuan, they had all been very good to him, treating him like true family.
At this moment, he could not allow the danger to Sister Lexuan to increase because of himself.
Like Aunt Yu, he wanted to stall for a little time for Sister Lexuan outside.
Just a little, even if he could only stall for a little bit.
Leaving the corridor where the compartment was located, Fu Yu began to run frantically in the opposite direction.
That way led to the backyard of the Zhang Residence.
As he ran, he deliberately knocked over some decorative flower pot stands to attract the attention of the searching Evil Soul Masters, preventing them from searching near the compartment where Zhang Lexuan was hiding again.
Just as Fu Yu was running toward the back door, a terrifying, blood-red figure suddenly blocked his path.
It was an Evil Soul Master with translucent fleshy wings on its back.
This sudden sight caused Fu Yu to trip and fall, his small body getting bruised and battered on the cold ground.
“Look what I’ve found, a little fish trying to escape!” The Evil Soul Master laughed with a bizarre, mocking smile, treating the helpless child like a cat playing with a mouse.
No matter how hard Fu Yu tried, he was still just a little boy who had just turned six.
His physical strength drained rapidly, and his legs gave out.
Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps from the street outside echoed, accompanied by the clanging of armor.
‘Is that the sound of the City Defense Force?
Help is coming…’ A look of hope appeared on Fu Yu’s face.
But before he could reach the side door, a wave of pitch-black energy erupted from behind, completely engulfing his small figure.
The terrifying impact instantly robbed him of all strength, and the world around him plunged into darkness.
In the last instant of Fu Yu’s remaining consciousness, he vaguely saw a powerful dark shadow standing in the sky—an Evil Soul Douluo with eight spirit rings.
No wonder Uncle Zhang and Aunt Yu couldn’t hold them back.
“Time is up, we must leave.
The City Defense Force is here,” the Evil Soul Douluo ordered coldly, and the Evil Soul Masters quickly vanished into the night, leaving the quiet courtyard behind.
After they had left, a slender figure stumbled over and collapsed onto her knees, hugging Fu Yu’s cold, breathless body and weeping uncontrollably.
“No, Xiao Yu!” In a single night, Zhang Lexuan had lost the three loved ones she cared for most.
— Two days later, by a cemetery near the main city.
Zhang Lexuan, dressed in a snow-white dress, knelt before three tombstones—two large and one small.
Father, Tomb of Zhang Han.
Mother, Tomb of Yu Qingya.
Brother, Tomb of Fu Yu.
Erected by Zhang Lexuan.
Zhang Lexuan looked at the three tombstones she had carved with her own hands, her somewhat thin and beautiful face devoid of any expression.
There is no grief greater than the death of the heart!
Mu En, whose body was hunched at a ninety-degree angle, watched this scene.
His cloudy old eyes closed in pity, and his hand gripping his cane tightened unconsciously.
‘I’m sorry!’ Having been the Light Holy Dragon for a lifetime, to have done such a foolish thing in his old age as he approached death.
At this moment, Zhang Lexuan stood up from the graves and walked to Mu En’s side, looking at him expressionlessly.
“As long as you fulfill what you promised, I will go back with you and help you take care of that child.” Mu En sighed and opened his eyes to look at the deathly still Zhang Lexuan before him.
“Fine!
Then let us go.” Before leaving, Zhang Lexuan took one last look at the three tombstones, and a final tear escaped the corner of her eye.
‘Mom, Dad, wait for me to come see you again next year.’ ‘Xiao Yu, don’t worry.
I only have you, and I will only ever have you.’ Spring goes and autumn comes; each year things wither and then flourish.
No one could discover that at this moment, Fu Yu’s body within the tomb had long since restored itself to its original state.
There wasn’t a single scar, and even his vitality was as full as ever.
Deep within his consciousness, a black-gold lotus flower was constantly rotating, emitting wisps of divine light that nourished Fu Yu’s conscious Soul.
Suddenly, a powerful, resonant shout echoed from within the lotus: “Without knowing death, how can one talk of life?”