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734: Chapter 147: A Wanderer in the Snowy Storm 734: Chapter 147: A Wanderer in the Snowy Storm The wind and snow fill the sky, the vast white snow covering all traces of life on the plateau, as if all life has already withered.

Beneath a high peak, a figure now crashes through an ice wall.

After the ice shatters, it reveals a dark cave entrance.

The figure walks in without hesitation.

Gradually, a dim light appears ahead.

The source of the light comes from a rare species of algae on the cave walls.

The algae emit a faint glow, gradually making the silhouette of the figure clear.

The shape of a man, yet he possesses certain body features unattainable by humans—such as having a single gray ear on his head.

Yes, only one ear, the left one.

As for the man’s right ear, it is missing.

He carries a basket in his hand, carelessly covered with gray cloth.

At the end of the cave, there’s noticeably more brightness—the end of this cave passage is an expansive space.

A gigantic wolf head statue stands at the forefront position inside this cave.

The enormous wolf head statue is entirely sculpted out of the rock wall, thus it is part of the mountain itself, surrounded by numerous three-meter-tall pillars, each bearing a fire brazier.

Obviously, the fire in the braziers is intended merely for illumination—to the harsh cold environment of the plateau, this minimal warmth changes nothing.

Yet even so, many little creatures gather below each pillar to seek warmth.

These little creatures, scantily clad, tremble from the cold, their hands and feet long since frozen purple.

Huddled together, they seek warmth from each other.

The man with only a left ear surveys the entrance briefly, then strides toward the wolf head relief.

He casually places his basket down, uncovering the cloth, and says indifferently: “This is food for the next ten days.”

With that, the man stops gazing at the creatures and starts his journey back.

The basket contains blood-soaked raw meat… even emitting wispy steam!

In this bitter cold weather, even sweat would freeze to ice, yet the blood from the meat remains fluid!

This meat is peeled off a freshly killed beast!

Upon hearing the man’s words, the group of creatures instantly abandons their intent for warmth, hysterically rushing toward the small basket—inevitably leading to clashes, maybe even more brutal incidences.

The man doesn’t care, walking away as if just wanting to leave this place.

But suddenly, he frowns because something is wrapping around his leg.

He looks down to see a dry, skeletal little creature.

Annoyed, the man coldly states: “If you want food, go over there.

Don’t expect my pity.

The Greedy Wolf Tribe doesn’t need begging wastes!”

A hint of hatred flashes in the little creature’s eyes, yet it pleads: “I don’t mind… Please, send Zhen Long away.

My sister has been feverish since yesterday.

I… I fear losing her!

Please, send her out!!” “Entering the Inheritance Cave means no one leaves until the Yin Greedy Wolf successor emerges; you all must stay!” “I don’t want her to inherit the Yin Greedy Wolf; I just want you to send her out!

She’s dying!

Please!” He painfully bows his head to the man, the cold ground instantly cracking his forehead.

The man impatiently glances at the little creature nearby, seeing a weaker little one leaning against a pillar, eyes slightly closed, seemingly losing consciousness.

The man barely cares, even kicking aside the entangled little creature, “None shall leave, not even in death!” “Zhen Long will die!” The kicked little creature now staggers up, apparently suffering internal damage, spitting a mouthful of blood. “Then it’s just her bad luck; having the inheritance qualification but not the fortune to survive, then she’ll be another successor’s ‘food’ instead.” “She will die!!” The little boy roars.

The man retorts coldly: “If you refuse to accept, then go inherit the Yin Greedy Wolf, become the Young Master of Greedy Wolf…

Then, light the lantern and kill me, and I won’t mind.

Fail the inheritance, then just die.” “Why… treat us so cruelly?” “For what?” The man sneers: “For the Greedy Wolf Tribe to have a thread of fortune to cling to.

Your sibling’s lives naturally hold no importance!” “I swear… if I survive and escape, I will slay the entire Greedy Wolf Tribe…

I will!” “Then I’ll wait for you to come out.”

The man no longer looks back, leaving and exiting the cave, then punches the entrance, the thick snow crumbling upon it, sealing the entrance, and soon, a thick ice wall will form again. “Without the Greedy Wolf Star, only the power of the Yin Greedy Wolf remains…

Don’t blame me.

Hate me, but survive and emerge, and I’m yours to deal with…”

The man vanishes into the snowstorm.

At the cave’s end, the fallen little boy suddenly rises, eyes bloodshot, glaring fiercely at the wolf head relief.

His fingers suddenly form claws, a low and dreadful voice emanating, “I don’t care about the fate of the Greedy Wolf Tribe, or its survival…

I just want Zhen Long to survive!”

Step by step, he walks to those scrambling for food, his clawed arm swinging down ferociously…

Instantly, screams and blood splatter everywhere.

He extracts each little creature’s heart, bringing it to the dazed little girl, forcefully rupturing the hearts to drip blood into her mouth. “Brother…

I don’t want it…

Brother…” “Zhen Long, I won’t let you die…

Absolutely not…” The little boy whispers: “Since only one can stay, I absolutely won’t let you die…

Even if you are the weakest and the first to become food amongst the inheritors, I’ll make you live to the end…

Make the Greedy Wolf Tribe revere you as lord, offer their lives for you… make you…” “Brother…”

Once the last heart ruptures, the little boy grits his teeth, tears open his chest, letting the blood flow into the little girl’s mouth. “Make you inherit… the name Zi Xing…

But rest assured, I won’t die…

Ever!

Someday, I’ll slay the Greedy Wolf myself, I’ll… return for you!”

Having given a trickle of heart blood, the little boy gently kisses the girl’s forehead then reluctantly heads towards the exit, stumbling step by step… …

Blood drips from a pure white palm, surrounded by countless corpses—these corpses elicit no hint of their pre-death existence.

Only a bloody-handed figure stands amidst the corpses… with gray hair, appearing as an eerie young man.

Soon after, a door opens abruptly in this corpse-laden area, another gun-wielding man steps in.

The newcomer glances around, “All done?

Truly deserving of the name Luo Bo, Wolf King, indeed impressive.”

The eerie young man turns, eyeing the armed man, “Kuck, since you returned, Nero must have too?

Then I can rest a bit, I don’t have time continuously dealing with these failed Prometheus creations in her stead.” “I’m afraid your wish is in vain.” The armed Kuck says indifferently: “Nero is dead, I’ve brought back the Yama Sword.” “Dead?” The strange young man furrowed his brow, then nodded as if he no longer cared, even curious how Nero actually died, “Forget it, from now on, the job of dealing with these failures is yours.

Tell those guys at the twenty-sixth seat, I don’t have the time to waste on these failures.

But if it’s a second-order finished product, I’m interested.”

Kuck shook his head, “Second-order finished products aren’t for you to use as sparring partners.

But if you want to act, there’s a mission coming up that might be suitable for you.”

Robo showed an interested expression.

Kuck said, “Our Turkish Branch in Europe was wiped out overnight, not a single survivor.” “Oh?

Who was the opponent?”

Kuck replied, “I also don’t know the details.

The twenty-sixth seat has already discussed, and they’re preparing to send a fighter to investigate this matter.

According to the last message from the branch, the opponent is just a girl.” “A girl?” Robo furrowed his brow.

Kuck said solemnly, “It seems like a bloodsucker.

Because from the preliminary investigation, all the blood of the female bodies at the branch was drained.

But I have another guess.” “Tell me.”

Kuck said solemnly, “On my last mission, I made an enemy of the Princess of China.

This time, the one who wiped out the branch might be her seeking revenge intentionally.” “Able to take down the branch alone, a girl suspected to be a bloodsucker… suspected to be the fallen Princess of the Xuanyuan Royal Family?” Robo nodded, “Hmm, I really should go out.

No need to discuss anymore, just tell those old ghosts, I’m going out now.” “Tonight is Christmas Eve, Paradise Island has a blessing event, aren’t you staying?” Kuck suddenly asked.

Robo sneered, “Stay to watch you guys show off?

Not interested… your western festival, not mine.”

Saying that, Robo raised his wrist, on which was a black bracelet, a communicator, “Prepare a plane for me, I want to go to the Turkish Branch.”

Not long after, a helicopter left a small island in the ocean and soon flew into the clouds.

The strange young man at this time gazed through the window at the rising sun and muttered to himself, “Zhen Long, wait for me…” … … “Miss Tsukihime, Miss Tsukihime?”

Inside the carriage, Kondo Tsukihime, who had just taken a nap on the road, opened her eyes.

She rubbed her temples, a bit of confusion in her eyes.

She certainly wasn’t the real Kondo Tsukihime referred to by the samurai outside the carriage – Zi Xing, once again trapped in the original environment of Zaodao Village.

What happened?

I just ran into that girl in the white kimono, then…

And when she woke up again, she was back in the castle of the Kondo Family, at the very starting point.

Almost without any hesitation, this time Zi Xing instructed the servants to head out, all the way towards Zaodao Village.

Along the way, she fell asleep, which rarely happened.

Yet it did happen, leaving Zi Xing feeling incredible…

In her dreams, she seemed to experience childhood events, but with very vague impressions.

Since she completed the trial of the Yin Greedy Wolf Inheritance from the Greedy Wolf Tribe and became the Young Master of Greedy Wolf, what happened inside Inheritance Cave had long become blurry.

The elders within the tribe told her it’s because she inherited the Yin Greedy Wolf Force, she was no longer the previous Zhen Long but lived as the Young Master of the Greedy Wolf Tribe, inheriting the title of Zi Xing.

If you can’t remember, then you can’t remember…

Zi Xing furrowed her brow, though she cared somewhat, she couldn’t recall anything.

And for her currently, what’s most important is considering how to leave the Yan Wuyue World. “I wonder if Mo Xiaofei has returned here again.” Zi Xing thought to herself, then lifted the curtains and asked, “How long until we reach Zaodao Village?” “Miss, we should arrive before nightfall.” “Hmm…” … …

When the long night passed, two women who voluntarily tested the medicine walked out of their homes peacefully, and the villagers of Zaodao Village who had waited all night were so moved they cried.

The curse…

The curse of Zaodao Village has finally been lifted!

Although only the curses of these two women were lifted, at least it proves that what the mysterious samurai said yesterday was true.

More importantly, that mysterious samurai is still in the village! “That master!

Surely a god!” “Yes!

Our curse is finally going to be lifted!” “What are we waiting for, we should immediately find this master!

Let him know our sincerity!

Everyone!

Let’s go, as long as we sincerely plead, the master will surely help us, extend a hand to save!”

One, two, three… dozens… in groups.

When this news spread, the entire population of Zaodao Village united and headed to the ritual square.

And the mysterious samurai seen yesterday was already waiting here early.

Mo Xiaofei watched the respectful villagers of Zaodao Village in front of him and said calmly, “You’ve already seen the effect, can you trust me now?” “Please save us, master!”

Mo Xiaofei nodded, waved his hand, and white pills flew out from his sleeve.

Seeing the excited expressions on the faces of women who received the pills, Mo Xiaofei couldn’t help but secretly sigh…

These are no divine medicines, just candy pills he casually made with flour.

Watching these people regain their smiles of new life, Mo Xiaofei suddenly gained a bit of insight.

Even though these people are merely projections from Nagato Tsuruko’s memories, how are they any different from real people?

Giving a false hope is better than giving them a heavy reality by ten thousand times.

The square at Zaodao Village was filled with villagers crying with joy.

Mo Xiaofei suddenly felt he matured overnight.