Chapter 502

Chapter 502

A beam of fire, to be exact, which resembled the tender glow of dawn in Sung Tsz Hin’s painting.

Feeling a sharp pain from the back of his head, the sword-wielder fainted.

A bald teenager picked him up by his collar and turned to the black-haired teen in confusion. I felt a disgusting aura a moment ago, where did it disappear to?

Was it from him? Puzzled, the bald teenager looked at the glipher in his hand and tossed him a dozen meters away like a piece of trash. With his strength, this glipher would be in a coma for at least twenty-four hours.

He turned to the black-haired teenager and felt that he could click with him seeing how he decided to cook chicken in the middle of a so-called tomb. The bald teenager strode over and sat next to the black-haired teen.

Surprisingly, the deadly attack that the black-haired teen was preparing to launch disappeared into thin air after the bald teen’s appearance, allowing the other to sit next to him peacefully.

“Brother, isn’t it boring to have a meal alone? Why don’t I share some wine with you, and you share your chicken with me? How does that sound?”

Siu Fu diverted his gaze away from the chicken to the shiny bald head, curiosity washing over his deep orbs.

Of course, he did not travel such a long distance here just to kill weaklings and feast on a chicken. He was here because of the secret necrogliphism style he cultivated that allowed him to tell the future. It was unbelievable that such a powerful style originated from such an evil cult.

Maybe because of his low cultivation state, he was only able to feel but not exactly predict what was going to happen.

All Siu Fu knew was that he had a great opportunity here in the Western Desert, this space that was once filled with treasure. He couldn’t tell what that opportunity was, but coincidentally, he felt hungry and decided to just make a meal here.

And unexpectedly, his opportunity came.

It was not a divine weapon buried beneath the dust or a powerful style that remained undiscovered for the past thousand years like Siu Fu expected, but a living person instead.

Who saved his life despite not knowing who he was.

Siu Fu was more than capable of killing that glipher with a single attack, but the bald teen was unaware of that and chose to save his life despite not knowing him. The teen did not even mention the fact that he saved him and only came over with a condition of exchanging food.

This was a comfortable way of interaction that Siu Fu loved.

However, neither he nor his new friend mentioned a single word about cultivation as if there was a tacit agreement. They chatted about random stuff and enjoyed a meal together.

There was a group passing through the passage. The group members held torches to light up the dark passage.

In the middle stood two men, one holding a long blade while another had his hands behind his back.

They were Lee Kwong and Chui Sang.

“Leader, here it is! This is the best match!” one of the group members shouted. Lee Kwong turned to the man next to him to see that he was staring in front without a word.

It was a wall that blocked the passage, and it looked just like a dead end with a stone painting on it. If it was Chui Yim, Kam Chin Kee, Siu Fu, or Mung Si, who read a lot, they would identify the painting immediately.

In the middle of the painting was a flower that resembled a ball of flame. It burned brightly, and the painting represented purity and holiness. When one looked closely, they would find a figure standing behind it.

Huge hands that could cover heaven and earth, the middle finger and thumb trying to pinch the supreme blossom of flame in it.

At the bottom right-hand corner of the painting, it was pitch-black, as if it was being eroded by time.

This was a very popular drawing recorded in the scrolls, “Buddha Bestows the World Fire.”

This painting originated a thousand years ago when Buddhism still existed in the world, and it depicted a story in the Buddhist texts where the world first started and flame didn’t yet exist. Humans led poor lives, eating raw meat. Pitying men, Buddha bestowed a drop of his precious blood to mankind.

It dropped from the heavens to the earth and turned into flame. Humans learnt how to use flame and gained intelligence.

Now, the ancient myths were just legends in today’s world, but it made sense to find such a painting in the Red Rampart.

Chui Sang looked at the stone painting in a daze, but he was burning in his heart.

For today, he planned many years, convinced Lee Kwong and his team, and came to this desolate area. Nobody realised that the ordinary stone bead he held was currently emitting black gas, which resonated with the eroded corner of the painting.

This was the energy that he felt, the energy that could change his life.