boyutpedia Chapter 2 I'll Collect Your Corpse
Chapter 2 I'll Collect Your Corpse
hum...
Just as the burly man's body surged forward two meters, a muffled sound rang out, and an invisible wave instantly filled the entire hall.
"Uh...this is..."
boom……
As the shockwave swept over the burly man's body, he instantly felt an immense weight pressing down on him. This sudden force slammed him firmly into the ground, his entire body sinking deep into it.
A wave of immense panic instantly washed over the burly man's eyes. The figure gradually coming into focus at the entrance of the hall appeared utterly unfathomable at that moment.
Tap, tap
"Excuse me... who severely injured Brother Mu in those ruins at the foot of the mountain?"
As the sound rang out, the figure at the lobby entrance finally revealed its true form.
An elderly man, who appeared to be over fifty, stood as steady as a pine tree at the entrance of the hall, his hands resting on a black wooden cane, dressed simply, with a brown cloak draped over his back.
The old man's robust body showed no signs of aging; only the white in his eyes evoked a poignant sense of melancholy.
The tip of the old man's wooden stick touched the ground, making a clattering sound.
"Excuse me, could someone please answer my question...?"
The old man spoke again, his white eyes scanning the hall.
"It was him...it was him who did it..."
The burly man, pressed to the ground by an invisible force, had long lost his earlier imposing manner. Now, meeting the old man's eyes, even though he knew the old man couldn't see him, a feeling of tension and fear filled his heart.
He forcibly raised his finger, pointing it at the semi-conscious Madman.
"Oh? Thank you for informing me..."
The amazing thing is that the old man, who had clearly lost his sight, could accurately "see" the direction the big man was pointing and walked precisely towards the madman.
"Help... I... am... in pain..."
At this point, Madman was almost unconscious, mumbling cries for help.
“Those who do evil have evil hearts and deserve punishment. I will borrow your head to appease the hearts of the virtuous…”
The blind old man showed no sympathy for the madman's condition, and slowly raised the wooden stick in his hand.
Ding……
puff...
In a mere instant, before the horrified eyes of the burly man beside him, the madman's head was severed from his body.
"Phew...this..."
"Please, sir, wrap up my head and hand it to me..."
The old man put away his wooden stick and stood back at the entrance of the hall as if nothing had happened, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Upon hearing this, the burly man suddenly felt a lightness in his body; the weight that had been pressing down on him had vanished, and he regained his freedom.
But at this moment, he dared not make the slightest unnecessary movement. Facing the old man who could pin him to the ground with a wave of his hand, the burly man had no idea how he could possibly win.
He quickly got up, took off his coat, and, ignoring the bloodied head, hurriedly wrapped it up and respectfully handed it to the old man.
"Sir, there is no need to be afraid. I have come here only to punish the ringleaders. I am extremely grateful for your help..."
The old man reached out and took the blood-soaked package, then turned and walked towards the door.
Just as the burly man breathed a sigh of relief, a sentence from outside the door made him shudder once again.
"As for the accomplices of the evildoers, it is naturally appropriate for the victims to deal with them themselves..."
After saying this, the old man's figure disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Victim? Personally? He's still alive?"
The burly man instinctively took two steps back, the image of the brat who had turned his village upside down flashing through his mind.
"Hmph, if he dares to come, I'll grind him to dust..."
Anger filled his mind, and the burly man's face contorted in a ferocious rage.
boom……
Just then, the burly man's left foot touched the corpse on the ground, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
"If that old man comes along..."
……
In the dilapidated mud-brick houses at the foot of the mountain
In the last glimmer of the setting sun, two figures, one large and one small, could be faintly seen.
The boy, lying flat on his back, looked almost like a dead man, except for his barely audible breathing. Blood continued to seep from his wounds, and his life hung in the balance.
The white kitten lying beside him was licking its wounds, occasionally pausing to look at the boy with a human-like expression of concern in its eyes.
Tap, tap, tap
"Meow...woo..."
Suddenly, the silence was broken, and the sound of objects colliding with the ground slowly approached.
The white kitten tensed up immediately, its fur standing on end. Forcing itself to stand, which had slightly recovered, it looked warily in the direction of the sound, making soft growling noises.
"Despite being covered in wounds, you remained fiercely protective of your master. It was all worth it for Brother Feimu to brave the torrential rain to save you..."
An elderly blind man, who had just come down from the mountain, leaned on his wooden cane and slowly walked into the dilapidated mud-brick house.
"Meow……"
The white kitten, which had just been on high alert, suddenly became docile. Dragging its aching body, it quickly ran to the old man's feet, rubbing its face against his ankle and meowing softly, almost in a crying voice.
"Ugh……"
The old man bent down, picked up the white cat, and slowly walked to the boy's side. His pale eyes swept over the boy's body, and he sighed softly before placing the blood-soaked package aside.
The old man carried the white cat to a relatively clean spot, sat down, placed the cat on his lap, and slowly closed his eyes, his gaze lingering on the ground.
The white cat looked up at the old man who was already in meditation, struggled to break free from the old man's embrace, and lay down next to the boy again.
"Ugh……"
The old man was awakened by the white cat's movements. His pale eyes glanced at the two figures, one large and one small, and he sighed again before closing his eyes once more.
save people?
The old man naturally wanted to save the boy.
This little guy who used to follow me around like a shadow, asking all sorts of questions and disturbing my peace and quiet.
This stubborn fellow, who had given me countless positive ideas but refused to join me in exercising the justice in his heart.
This boy, who used to be mischievous and unruly on the island, yet was still lovable,
However, he couldn't save him with his own abilities.
The profession of doctor does not exist on this small island.
Only he himself can save this boy; only his will to live can save him.
"I'll spend the night here, Brother Mu. Whether you can survive tonight depends on your fate. Tomorrow morning, whether you live or die, it will all be over. It's best if you live; if you die, I'll collect your body..."
The old man sat cross-legged, holding the wooden stick to his chest, adjusted himself into a comfortable position, and gradually drifted off to sleep.
The boy's faint heartbeat echoed in the quiet night, as if it might vanish at any moment.
At this moment, strange images kept flashing through the boy's mind, images that were very different from the style of the island.
Skyscrapers, endless streams of cars, brightly lit streets, and pedestrians immersed in them filled the boy's mind.
Suddenly, these images flashed through my mind faster and faster, as if pressed on an accelerator, until finally the surroundings turned into a thick fog, pitch black.
It felt like an instant, yet also like a thousand years had passed.
Just as darkness completely filled his mind, a blinding white light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness, instantly illuminating his mind. The intense white light stung the boy's brain nerves.
"what……"