Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1432: 1432: Memory!

Chapter 1432: Chapter 1432: Memory!

Pitch dark!

Julius Reed drew his sword and looked around, unable to see anything.

This world, as if it were pure nothingness.

“Dead?” He felt a mix of joy and a hint of loss.

When death truly arrived, Julius Reed found it wasn’t the joy he’d imagined.

He had long pursued that which eluded him, envied Gilbert’s serene embrace of death…

Could it really come this unexpectedly, without warning?

Yet…

He hadn’t seen Isabella Warm yet, hadn’t returned to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

The group that betrayed him had yet to face their reckoning.

Suddenly, Julius Reed realized that he, too, had regrets.

What about Quella Radcliffe?

The two of them hadn’t shared a bed yet, hadn’t even borne children.

If he lived, he’d make sure to resolve this when he returned.

And Nelson—he’d surely be heartbroken.

Sigh…

His eyes, they were still functional.

At least, he could see his hands.

Beyond his body, though, Julius Reed couldn’t see anything else.

Having never died before, he didn’t know what the world of the dead was like.

Julius Reed tried walking forward.

But the road underfoot seemed endless.

Darkness enveloped everything, swallowing most of the light.

Tap! Tap! Tap…

Suddenly.

The sound of footsteps emerged from the distance, gradually approaching.

Someone?

Or a ghost?

Or perhaps, a guide sent from beyond?

Death is truly lonely.

The footsteps grew closer and closer.

Julius Reed felt a tinge of anticipation.

When loneliness sets in, even the faintest sound or image can stir a yearning.

Finally.

A shadow appeared roughly ten meters in front of him, indistinct.

A person!

But!

No head!

A headless figure!

The figure stopped!

Half a minute passed!

It began moving toward him again!

No!

The figure did have a head!

The head was in its hand!

Cradled at its waist!

A dream!

This was the headless figure from his dream!

Julius Reed had dreamed of this figure many times before!

In his dreams, this headless person sought to kill him.

But never once had he seen its features clearly!

In Gonzalez City, Julius Reed often dreamt of it.

After leaving Gonzalez City, this was the first time he’d had this dream.

In his countless years, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a dream.

At least, not since he’d lost his memories; he’d never had one before.

“Who are you?”

Julius Reed clasped his hands behind his back, appearing calm and collected.

But.

The headless figure said nothing.

It stopped less than a meter before him.

Julius Reed lowered his head.

Sure enough.

Its face seemed shrouded in mist.

Still invisible.

Julius Reed reached out to touch it.

His hands met only air.

A dream!

But this dream, why hadn’t it ended?

Usually, at this point in the dream, he would awaken abruptly.

Could he truly be dead?

“Even if I’m dead, I’ll still kill you!” He unsheathed his sword!

Whoosh!

Netherfire blazed to life!

The void cracked apart!

“Today, I shall lay bare your true visage!” He thrust his left hand forward, grabbing at the head!

Julius Reed froze.

His hand didn’t miss, didn’t clutch empty air like before.

He had something solid in his grasp!

Could this truly be the head in the black mist?

He felt exhilarated!

Countless times!

Countless times having dreamt this same scene.

But only today, he was able to firmly seize that headless figure’s head.

The head was too big for one hand.

Clang!

The longsword slid back into its sheath!

Julius Reed reached with his right hand as well!

Both hands could just about hold it!

But the head was soft, and seemed to be struggling to break free!

“Where are you trying to escape to? Today, I’ll see just what kind of demon you are to dare disturb me in my dreams!”

The head struggled harder and harder!

Julius Reed tightened his grip!

BOOM!

Suddenly.

A woman’s bloodcurdling scream rang out, echoing through the void.

“This headless figure is… a woman?”

Julius Reed’s heart raced as his eyes abruptly snapped open!

The dream dissolved!

—and he was greeted by the sight of a woman’s flushed, rosy face!

Embarrassed, angry.

Even tinged with a peculiar… unnameable excitement?

Julius Reed’s gaze drifted downward.

He withdrew his hands sharply.

Could it be that what he’d grabbed earlier… wasn’t a head?

No wonder…

“You’re awake?”

Gabriel Young’s face was beet-red as she clumsily adjusted her disheveled upper garments, turning away and asking, “When did you wake up?”

“Uh… just now.” Julius Reed looked around the room.

It was a massive bed.

The ceiling above was crafted entirely of pure gold.

The lampshades carved from flawless jade.

The floor, a seamless spread of emerald.

The blanket covering him was impossibly soft.

In this sprawling room, easily hundreds of square meters, only he and Gabriel Young were present.

The lights were on.

Outside the window, pitch darkness.

“Just woke? Don’t dare act innocent…” Gabriel Young muttered through gritted teeth, her tone venomous.

Truly, there wasn’t a single decent man under the heavens!

Her mind drifted to her once unblemished body—and to how she’d been handled like that by this strange man…

And so roughly—it hurt!

Did he know nothing of gentleness?

“What time is it?” Julius Reed hastily changed the subject.

In his dream, it had clearly been the headless figure’s head!

He glanced at his modestly rugged but now shattered wristwatch, broken amidst the fighting.

“Early morning,” Gabriel Young replied, her mood improving slightly as she turned back to face him.

“How long was I out?” Julius Reed sat up in bed, throwing off the blanket.

Good.

His clothes were intact.

Though the front of his shirt had been torn wide open.

He recalled…

During Shay Bread’s dying act, he had tried to take Julius Reed down with him.

But unexpectedly, the pure Martial Artist’s aura had collided with the Evil Qi.

Though he suffered some flesh wounds, he was otherwise unharmed.

His unconsciousness had been the result of Evil Qi flooding his system, its aftermath.

Back in Medicine King Valley when saving Nelson, he’d blacked out too.

During the Shadow Gate battle with Elaenor Wood, he’d once again lost consciousness.

Now, though it was early morning?

How much time had truly passed?

“What’s the date?” he asked again.

“It’s September 19th, 2020,” Gabriel Young answered, pouting slightly in displeasure.

“Three months have passed?”

Julius Reed leapt from the bed!

Before he’d passed out, it had been June!

Swimming City’s June!

“I’m just messing with you.” Gabriel Young hadn’t expected him to react so intensely: “It’s only been less than five hours since you blacked out.”

“Women and their lies…” Julius Reed’s nerves relaxed slightly, but his head suddenly throbbed in agony!

Images flashed vividly, as if from a frantically spinning reel!

The peak of a snowy mountain!

A lone figure clad in white robes, a jade sword gripped in his hand!

Seven people stood before him!

“Dragon King, your era is over! Heroes rise with each generation, step aside!”

“Out of respect for our years of service, we’ll give you a graceful end. Abandon your cultivation and spend the rest of your life in the secluded palace—isn’t that a fitting reward?”

“The poison within you has already flared up; your Spiritual Power has been entirely sealed! What difference is there between you and a cripple?”

Buzz!

The images flipped chaotically!

“Lord, forgive Grace River for her audacity!”

It was Grace River!

Grace River thrust her sword into his chest!

Julius Reed streaked downward, tumbling from the snowy peak!

“Hiss…”

Julius Reed sucked in a sharp breath.

Could Shay Bread’s desperate strike have broken those memory seals?

But as he tried to recall more!

There was no trace left!

“Are you alright?” Gabriel Young asked with concern.

She blinked, still unclear about what had happened to the man before her.

“I’m fine…” Julius Reed waved dismissively, his expression awkward as he said: “Sorry, I was dreaming, didn’t realize…”

As he spoke, he hesitated slightly, adding apologetically: “Tomorrow, I’ll burn some offerings for your late husband; don’t hold it against me.”

It wasn’t a virtuous act.

Staying in the Young Family estate, eating their food, and accidentally…

Sigh!

“That wasn’t my husband.” Gabriel Young hesitated, seemingly gathering courage before quietly saying: “He was my brother. Ambrose Young is my nephew…”

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