Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 209 - 127, 128. The Northern Tigers and Wolves Head South, Unintentionally Reappear Calamity in a Dream (Major Chapter - Subscription Request)_5

Chapter 209: 127, 128. The Northern Tigers and Wolves Head South, Unintentionally Reappear Calamity in a Dream (Major Chapter - Subscription Request)_5

Song Cheng said, "That’s because they know I don’t wish to leave."

The little vixen cooed disdainfully, "Short-lived creatures are just like that, can’t live many years, so particularly anxious."

After that, she sucked on her finger, pondering, "Speaking of which, I still don’t know what the chickens in the Imperial Capital taste like."

Song Cheng said, "Then you can just hope that Hua manages to take down the Imperial Capital."

What else could he say?

He was one of the Longevity People, just thinking of continuing on in this place that had almost become an isolated island, steadily improving. But his brothers, friends, one by one, were eyeing the opportunity at this time, thinking of heading south.

There must have been trouble in the south again, otherwise they wouldn’t have left so hurriedly.

The little vixen implied with disdain, "Zhao Hua? He can take down the Imperial Capital?

"Little Song, let me tell you, the relationships in the Imperial Capital are complicated, especially among the various families. That place hides filth and immorality, harboring ulterior motives. Once involved, not even your bones will be left..."

"It’s like a tangled ball full of thorns, you try to untangle it, only to end up with bloody hands."

"Really..."

Song Cheng responded.

Suddenly, a sharp pain attacked his eyes again.

Fire like needles, constantly tearing his soul apart, water like a potion, constantly healing.

A strong wave of sleepiness swept over him.

"I’m so sleepy."

Song Cheng yawned and with a nod off, he fell down again.

In the very moment he fell, he sank back into that dream, that silent one with flames burning.

...

...

Squeak squeak, squeak squeak...

The autumn day...

On the official road, many unicycles, ox carts, and horse carts were traveling.

Their destination was the Prefectural City.

Madam Tong, considering the terror of the Ghost Tide and the difficulty of passing through the county town, ultimately issued the "Order to Return to Prefecture."

Now under Hanping Prefecture’s jurisdiction, all eighteen counties and many villages were heading towards the Prefectural City.

With Su Ningyu present, there was no need for Manifestation Water.

Miss Fox Immortal, wrapped in a cloak, carrying a stool and yawning, sat on top of the city wall, looking down upon the long lines of commoners below...

The people were buzzing with conversation, simultaneously apprehensive and hopeful.

"My home still has farmland..."

"Same here. But it’s not safe anymore, life is what matters."

"I’ve heard that Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple is now incredibly powerful. Their lands produce a lot of wheat."

"The Immortal Tong of Pearl Mountain is utterly compassionate and benevolent."

Listening to the discussions, Miss Fox Immortal found it impossible to empathize.

If it weren’t for Little Song, she wouldn’t bother doing this sort of work at all.

She was literally helping Little Song with her life, so Little Song should be overwhelmed with gratitude, right?

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly spotted two people with cold auras emerge among the civilians, trying to pass through the crowd and sneak by.

Upon closer inspection and detecting a rotting scent that mortals could not smell, she immediately stood up, grabbed the large bow beside her, drew the bow and nocked an arrow, shooting like a shooting star...

Whoosh whoosh!

Two arrows fell.

Two human skins burst open.

The bystanders screamed in fright, yet calmed down under the guards’ maintenance of order.

The crowd looked up at the mysterious figure in the black cloak on the city wall, filled with deep awe for the Prefectural City.

...

...

The dusky red sunset.

Bloodlight began to flow, winding on the yellow earth.

Song Cheng looked around.

This was Tang River Village and merely Tang River Village.

Because he couldn’t leave the village.

Outside the village was darkness; just two steps out, and he’d feel like stepping into some terror.

He walked further and further away, then looked back at the only lit place and decided it was best to return.

Before, he had always stayed at Rejuvenation Hall, which was where he and Madam Tong lived.

But now, he had changed his mind, moving into Yune’s place.

The old wooden bed, wooden table.

Outside the window seemed to be blooming with some white flowers, but dyed by the sunset, they blurred into a clump of scarlet muddle...

Song Cheng had grown accustomed to such dreams.

The longer he stayed here, the sooner he would wake up.

Today, he sat as usual.

Unexpectedly, the unforeseeable finally happened. Without hearing footsteps, a "thud thud thud" came knocking at the door.

The knock grew more and more urgent. Song Cheng didn’t go to open the door, merely sat still.

The knocking became increasingly urgent.

Yet, the seemingly dilapidated wooden door was surprisingly sturdy.

After a long while... the knocking slowed.

But all of a sudden, it became lively outside, with boisterous and distorted shouts carrying through: "Dunk in the pig cage, dunk in the pig cage, dunk in the pig cage!!"

Song Cheng looked outside and saw the village chief, the Ding brothers, and the villagers of Tang River Village.

This time, the door was abruptly broken open.

Yune’s mother-in-law appeared as well, but she was facing him, with everyone exchanging words and cursing bitterly and resentfully.

Then, Song Cheng felt himself being rough-handled into a bamboo basket without any power to resist and was then carried by a group of strong men to the banks of Tang River.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free.

He had forgotten who he was, filled with fear alone.

And just then, he suddenly heard a voice from above.

"Stop!!"

He hurriedly looked up, only to see a blind young man with a long knife, standing high up.

After a standoff with the villagers, the basket was quickly thrown into the river.

The young man ran from afar, pushed through the crowd, jumped into the cold river, then opened the bamboo basket and reached out for him.