Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 1130 - 1118: He who kills will always be killed!

Chapter 1130: Chapter 1118: He who kills will always be killed!

PS: I felt unsatisfied with the last Chapter after I finished writing it, so I made major revisions. If you feel disconnected, you can re-read it.

Above the miasma-shrouded swamp.

Amid the pitch-black swamp, bubbles occasionally gurgled to the surface, releasing wisps of black smoke upon bursting.

They merged into the air.

A small white boat navigated the swamp. Huang Xiaohei, though frail in stature, was paddling with remarkable speed.

His short frame concealed great strength.

Creaaak, creaaak!

The oars churned through the black mire, propelling the small boat forward.

Although it advanced...

It was constantly changing direction.

The mist was so thick that visibility was less than two meters, and other than the miasma, there was only the smoking, dark swamp around, giving the illusion of moving in a straight line.

"Who’s in the cabin?" Xiao Yi asked.

Since boarding the boat, Xiao Hei never let Xiao Yi enter the cabin, though Xiao Yi sensed there was someone inside.

The person seemed to be gravely ill.

Their breathing was incredibly weak.

Huang Xiaohei, without turning his head, responded in a somewhat childlike voice while paddling, "My mother..."

"Hmm?"

Xiao Yi was taken aback, looking puzzled at Huang Xiaohei’s back. "They say ferrying is highly dangerous work. You might encounter peril anytime, plus the miasma here is toxic. Why didn’t you leave your mother in Ferryport Town instead of bringing her to suffer in this swamp?"

"..."

Huang Xiaohei said nothing.

He only paddled faster.

Seeing he was unwilling to discuss,

Xiao Yi said no more.

The silence between them persisted for a long time until two hours later when a severe, urgent coughing erupted from the cabin.

"Not good!"

Huang Xiaohei’s face suddenly changed, dropping the oar and quickly darting into the cabin.

At that instant when the cabin door opened,

Xiao Yi saw the scene inside. The entire cabin was dark and foul-smelling, the stench pervading every corner. On a wooden bed at the back of the cabin, a thin woman lay curled up.

Her body was extremely weakened.

Sores and rot covered her skin, most of her body was oozing pus, emitting a stench.

At that moment,

the woman was coughing violently, occasionally spitting out black blood.

This was a terminal condition.

In the darkness,

Xiao Yi noticed Huang Xiaohei skillfully slitting his wrist with a dagger, letting his blood drip down into a full bowl. Wrapping his wrist with a torn strip of cloth, despite his face paling, he paid no more attention to his own wound and brought the blood to the woman, gently saying, "Mother, quickly drink this medicine..."

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

The woman, semi-conscious, opened her mouth and gulped down the bowl of fresh blood.

Once the bowl was empty,

the woman’s complexion restored some semblance of vitality. Her coughing subsided, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Huang Xiaohei heaved a sigh of relief, settled the woman, covered her with a blanket, and then left the cabin.

Seeing Xiao Yi looking at him,

Huang Xiaohei closed the cabin door without a word, then said, "That’s my mother, she’s been a ferryman in the swamp. Half a year ago, she fell into the swamp and was poisoned by the miasma... Only by feeding her fresh blood every day can I keep her alive!"

"Drinking blood only treats the symptoms, and continuing like this you won’t be able to endure..." Xiao Yi replied.

Huang Xiaohei acknowledged with a hum.

He knew well it wasn’t a long-term solution.

Yet...

He had no other way!

However,

Huang Xiaohei instinctively glanced at the pouch of source stones tucked in his bosom, given to him by Xiao Yi—a thousand stones in all—and a broad smile appeared on his face. "With these stones, I can take mother to Boundary City to find a cure..."

Xiao Yi nodded silently.

In this harsh Endless Ice Prison, acts like exchanging children for food, abandoning elderly parents are all too common.

However...

Huang Xiaohei cared deeply for his gravely ill mother.

For more than half a year,

he continued to protect his mother, feeding her with his own blood daily to keep her alive.

This filial piety touched Xiao Yi deeply.

He was about to tell Huang Xiaohei that he could heal his mother’s illness.

But at that moment,

Xiao Yi’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze turning towards the dense miasma behind them.

Huang Xiaohei also sensed something, his face changing drastically, body trembling slightly, lips pale: "Damn it, those guys must have caught up. We need to speed up, or once they catch us, we are done for..."

"Huang Xiaohei, only now are you thinking of leaving? It’s too late!"

"Be still and don’t struggle in vain..."

A sinister laugh abruptly emerged from within the miasma.

Swish!

Swish, swish!

Amid the sound of paddling, over a dozen ferryboats pierced through the layers of miasma, coming into view of Xiao Yi and Huang Xiaohei.

Like a pack of wolves surrounding prey,

the ferryboats encircled them.

In a constant, tightening spiral.

Suddenly,

they all simultaneously turned, bowing their fronts towards the boat Xiao Yi was on.

On one of these ferryboats,

a pustule-riddled old man holding a dry pipe wobbled out. His body was hunched, skeletal as if a breeze could knock him over, yet despite such appearances, he emitted an aura rivaling the Earth Venerate Realm.