Chapter 319 Betrayal

At the foot of the Great Abyss Mountain, it was snowing.

The old man and the youth with broken arms lit a campfire and sat quietly at the side. They were relatively speechless. Only a black cat seemed to enjoy the vast white world of ice and snow and jumped back and forth happily.

"So, you will die, right?" The severed-armed youth suddenly broke the silence between the two of them. He looked at the old man who described him as sloppy and asked.

The old man was pulled out of his thoughts. He raised his eyes to look at the youth and said something that seemed very reasonable, but in fact, it was nonsense.

"Everyone has to die."

At that time, the youth was only sixteen years old, but he had experienced a lot.

Therefore, he didn't ask the crowd if it wasn't good for them to be alive, or why they had to die.

He was just a little confused, confused that he couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried to live.

"Is it worth it?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and then nodded with certainty, "It's worth it."

"So you betrayed the sect, stole the Heavenly Punishment Sword, and even wanted to sacrifice your life now. Is this all for something on that mountain?" The youth asked again. He was a little curious as to what was capable of making the old man in front of him risk his life so desperately.

The old man shook his head. His messy and pale hair drifted in the snow. The snowflakes piled up above his head rustled and fell, merging with the snow on the ground. They were no longer separated from each other.

"It's not an end. He's just a part of an end."

His aged voice echoed through the ice and snow, hoarse and worried.

This time, it was the youth's turn to be stunned. He looked at the old man and asked in confusion, "But you're going to die? Isn't your goal unfulfilled?"

"Someone will finish him." The old man replied in a deep voice.

The certainty in the old man's tone made it impossible for the youth to ask any further. He nodded and looked at the old man again.

"But you're not happy. Why?"

The expression on the old man's face was very heavy, so heavy that it didn't seem like he was about to complete his mission.

Hearing this, the old man sighed, "Perhaps it's because of the price. I've paid too much. I've already paid too much and I'm going to pay too much."

The youth looked at the loneliness on the old man's face and felt that he should comfort him. He thought for a moment and said, "Since you have already made your decision, then don't regret it."

The old man's body trembled slightly at that moment. He looked at the youth, his eyes flashing with a light that the youth could not see clearly.

"Do you think so too?"

"Yes."

…

The youth with an extremely strange right arm stood up from the tub naked.

It was snowing, just like when he and the old man were sitting quietly at the foot of the Great Abyss Mountain a year ago.

The youth stepped on the snow barefoot, not feeling the slightest chill. His body was still emitting hot air, and the snow fell on his body. In the blink of an eye, it was melted into water vapor and shook up.

The youth left a row of long footprints on the snow and arrived in front of the shabby little house.

He pushed open the door, and the old man in green was fiddling with the medicinal ingredients. He carefully weighed the dosage of each ingredient and placed it on the yellow paper on the table.

The youth knew that it was the medicinal ingredients he needed for the next half a month.

The old man naturally sensed the arrival of the youth, but he did not raise his head and still poured the medicinal ingredients. There was a sense of seizing the second.

The youth did not disturb the old man. As a result, the towel the black cat brought him sat on a wooden stool and gently wiped his body. After a long time, he looked at the old man who did not have the slightest intention of stopping and asked, "So you also want to leave?"

The old man, who was adding a medicinal ingredient called Red Seal Sand to the yellow paper, paused for a moment before nodding, "Yes."

"Where to?" The youth asked, puzzled and suspicious in his eyes.

This time, the old man did not respond. He still lowered his head and continued to add new medicinal ingredients to the yellow paper.

The youth frowned. He seemed to have known this kind of scene before, and the expression on the old man's face now seemed to be similar.

He did not like such a scene, he did not like it from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, he couldn't help but ask the question that he hadn't asked the old man at that time.

"What exactly are you guys going to do?"

However, the old man's answer was the same as the old man's, "What must be done."

"Then can you complete it?"

"No." The old man shook his head.

Bewilderment, which had been suppressed by the youth for almost a year, surged up once again.

"Since you can't, then who will complete it if you die?"

At this time, the old man had already finished placing the medicinal ingredients. He began to tidy up the yellow papers one after another. Pack them carefully and put them in a drawer that won't be corroded by snow or moisture.

Then, for the first time, he raised his head to look at the youth and gave the same answer as before: "Someone will finish it."

However, compared to that person, there was less certainty and more hesitation in his words.

Perhaps it was precisely this hesitation that caused the youth to not end the topic like he did back then.

"Is there anything I can do?" As he said this, his voice was clear and tender, and the light in his eyes was clear, like the snow of the Nether Continent, and also like the stars in the sky.

The old man was slightly stunned. The young man's words should have made him feel guilty and slightly comforted. However, for some reason, the youth's gaze pierced through him.

However, he still stood up after a familiar silence. Then, he extended his hand and handed the youth something.

It was a jade pendant, and the other was only half, with red tassels hanging on it.

"This is my life card. If I die, this life card will shatter. At that time, perhaps someone will ask for your help, if you are willing." The old man said softly.

"What kind of help?" The youth asked.

"I don't know, but someone will definitely come looking for you."

"Is it dangerous?" The youth asked again.

"Yes." The old man nodded, but just as he was about to say something, the young man's voice sounded again.

"Alright, I understand."

…

Xu Han staggered along the empty streets of Chang'an City.

His face was pale, and a bone-deep wound on his left arm was constantly dripping with blood as he sprinkled it on the streets.

He counted carefully. This was the fourth batch of assassins he had killed from the Greed Guards, and many more were already on their way.

Song Yueming had already done everything he could for Xu Han.

After killing the experts who had come to seize the sword, Xia Zichuan's father, Xia Lincheng, had arranged for his father-in-law, the cave master of Moon Lake Cave, to receive Xu Han outside Chang'an City. As long as Xu Han could escape from Chang'an City, Xia Lincheng would take him all the way out of Liangzhou.

Naturally, there were many hidden paths.

Xu Han had intended to go, but Zhu Xian had already arranged many spies around him. Normally, he could act recklessly and recklessly. Only leaving Chang'an touched Zhu Xian's bottom line. It seemed like freedom was actually restricted everywhere.

Only after Song Song Yueming used an excuse to divert those spies and kill those martial artists who came with him did Xu Han finally get a chance to leave Chang'an.

Although he didn't know how Song Yueming managed to persuade Xia Lincheng, it was already the greatest effort that Moon Lake Cave could make to bring people to wait outside Chang'an City. Because regardless of whether this matter was successful or not, once Xia Lincheng brought his men into the city, the Moon Lake Cave would not be able to escape. Therefore, this was probably the limit that Song Yueming could reach.

However, even though Xu Han had already set off at the first possible moment, the Greedy Wolf Tribe's claws were still arriving faster than they had imagined.

Xu Han hid all the way to this place.

However, even though the city gates of Chang'an City were right in front of him, he still didn't dare to relax at all.

Ignoring the injuries on his body, he gritted his teeth and dragged his exhausted body as he quickly walked towards the city gate. However, his mind was distracted, carefully observing if there were any sensed pursuers behind him.

Xu Han was very clear that the Greedy Wolf Division had yet to detect his intention to escape from Chang'an. If this news was spread, then with the style of the Longevity Division, they would definitely gather a large number of troops at the various gates. At that time, if he wanted to leave again, it would be impossible for him to fly. Therefore, once Xu Han encountered those Greedy Wolf Tribe soldiers who were looking for him, he would not hesitate to injure himself and kill them all.

He had never lacked such ruthlessness, especially when it came to his own life and death.

The silhouette of Chang'an City Gate gradually appeared in his illusory eyes. There seemed to be no traces of pursuing soldiers behind him. Xu Han gritted his teeth, not caring that this would aggravate his injuries and speed up his speed again.

He was about to arrive at the city gate, but at that time, his vision blurred and several figures appeared like ghosts between him and the city gate.

Xu Han fixed his gaze on it at that time, and his expression instantly darkened.

His eyes flashed with malevolence like a ghost as he stared at the person in the lead.

It was an old man.

A very old man.

His hair was white, and the ravines on his face were crisscrossed.

"Looks like the Dragon-Snake Twin Technique is real." Xu Han gritted his teeth and said. Although he tried his best to suppress it, the dense anger in his words was still revealed.

The old man, who had always been kind-eyed, was also slightly stunned when he heard this.

"Looks like Lord Manor Master knows a lot about my absence." The old man said with a smile. The smile that had comforted Xu Han in the dark seemed so sinister and terrifying at this moment.

"So it turns out that the old man asked me to help him. It's so dangerous." Xu Han suddenly said, his expression somewhat dispirited. It wasn't because of the current situation, but because of the suffocating feeling of being deceived and betrayed by the person he trusted the most.

"Since Lord Manor Master knows all of this, then stop resisting uselessly and return to the Tian Ce Mansion with me." The old man said softly, but the warm smile on his face resembled that of an elder who had called his son back.

As far as he knew, Xu Han was a very wise youth. He naturally believed that under their lineup, Xu Han didn't have the slightest chance of winning. Surrendering was obviously the best choice.

However, at that time, Xu Han tore off the clothes on his upper body that had become tattered from the previous fight and stood up straight to look at the old man.

"That's really unfortunate."

"I happen to want to experience it today…"

"Mr. Lu's mighty righteousness!"

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