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Chapter 305 - 305 189 Fourth Retrospection (6200)_4

Chapter 305: 189 Fourth Retrospection (6200)_4 Chapter 305: 189 Fourth Retrospection (6200)_4 “It’s the teacher! His illness is acting up again!”

The boy anxiously stood up and told the girl, “Xia La, take the wooden basin and get some cold water from the river. I’ll go in and check on the teacher. Hurry and be careful!”

“Okay.”

Xia La quickly disappeared around the corner of the small wooden cabin.

The boy, meanwhile, pushed open the wooden door and entered the cabin.

The layout of the cabin was simple: a table, a chair, and two wooden beds, one large and one small. That was all.

On the smaller of the two beds.

A frail middle-aged man was shaking uncontrollably, his forehead covered in sweat. His face was distorted with pain, and the existing Scar on it made him appear even more terrifying and grotesque.

He appeared to be in his early thirties, definitely no older than forty. However, his hair had turned completely white, devoid of any life.

It was a mess, much like withered wild grass.

The boy stepped closer and immediately heard the man’s delirious mutterings, as if he was talking in his sleep.

“It’s all my fault, everything is my fault!”

“Why do I keep running? Where can I run to?”

“Ah!”

“Li Chu, Lixia, Xue Li… I… I…”

“Teacher!” The boy shouted, but the man did not hear him. He continued to mumble with his bloodshot eyes wide open, sinking deeper and deeper into his painful memories.

His pale and cracked lips kept moving.

He called himself a coward for shrinking in the corner like a withered bean sprout when his sister was being assaulted by thugs.

He called himself a scoundrel for running away like a spineless slug the night their clan was attacked!

He also claimed to bring disaster upon those close to him. His beloved woman had died because of him.

He felt he should have died years ago, after Xue Li’s death he lost everything. The years since then were nothing but a never-ending nightmare, a nightmare he never wanted to wake from.

The flame of revenge was the only thing keeping his ruined body going, but his life force had already been exhausted by the Forbidden Technique.

He did not want to forget the pain, the memories.

Because forgetting was more terrifying than death.

The boy listened to the man’s tragic story without interrupting his painful confessions. Instead, he sat next to him on a stool.

Wiping away his tears, he listened silently.

It was only when the man called himself a waste of space and said he should die that the boy cried out in defense of the man.

“I don’t know what you were like before, but how can the current teacher be a waste of space? Weren’t Xia La and I saved by you from the monsters? And Na Su, Mr. Sidney, Miss Chiara and more. Look, you’ve saved more than ten people in half a year. How can you call yourself a waste of space?”

The boy wiped his eyes with his hands, his nose running.

He spoke loudly, recounting everything he had witnessed since the man saved him. These were meaningful events, little steps towards pulling people out of their suffering.

Why was the teacher still struggling in the mire?

The boy suddenly remembered a famous saying from his textbook.

Like a tree, the more a person longs for the sunshine above, the deeper its roots must stretch into the darkness underground. To live or to rot…

“Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!”

The man started coughing violently, blood seeping out from the corner of his mouth. There was even blood gradually soaking through his clothing from his abdomen area.

At this point, the young girl returned from outside.

About ten minutes later.

The hot water that had been boiled was now placed in the wooden basin.

The boy carefully stripped off the man’s upper clothing, revealing a body covered in unsightly scars. Various wounds peppered his body like centipedes.

These were the consequences of frequent battles and using the Forbidden Technique.

The man’s figure was skinny and skeletal, and his skin was wrinkled like an old man’s. His navel area was bandaged tightly with signs of blood seeping through turning purple.

Half an hour passed, and the boy and girl, both drenched in sweat, managed to help the man change into clean clothing. The wooden basin was filled with purple-red liquid.

The sky was gradually getting darker and the sun had set. Only a trace of the twilight could penetrate the cabin’s window and illuminate the bed.

With his eyes closed tightly, the man’s eyes under his eyelids were moving and his fists were clenched tightly, his forehead drenched in sweat.

As if he was drowned in a terrifying nightmare.

Just as the daylight was about to completely disappear from the window.

The man suddenly stopped shaking, his breathing returned to normal, and his tightly clenched fists relaxed. In the darkness…

The pair of crimson eyes suddenly opened wide.