After rebirth, I picked up my mortal enemy as my apprentice Chapter 006

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The sky was covered with gray clouds, the earth was cracking, and it was desolate wherever the eye could see.

“Brother… do you think there are real immortals in this world?”

He put his brother’s arm on his shoulders and took most of his brother’s weight on himself.

Hearing his brother Ji Cheng’s question, he answered with a firm tone: “Of course there is. Every year in Luodu, immortals appear to bless His Majesty Donglai with the divine will.”

But the younger brother still had doubts, so he asked, “Why has there never been an immortal in Dongshan Village? Is it because we are not pious enough?”

He looked a little hesitant: “Maybe the immortals are too busy. Too many people come to them to pray for blessings and wishes every day, and they are too busy to handle it.”

“If the immortal is so busy, why does he have to show himself in Luodu every year?”

“But… maybe, in the eyes of the immortals, your Majesty’s wishes are more important.”

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds onto the two men, forming a warm glow, but the brothers could not feel much of the warmth.

“If in the eyes of the immortals, ‘wishes’ are also divided into different levels, then after your majesty’s wish comes the prime minister’s wish, and after the prime minister’s wish comes the general’s wish… will it be our turn?”

For no reason, he felt a surge of anger and held his brother’s arm tightly.

“Ah Cheng! Don’t speculate on the immortal’s thoughts. Immortals must have their own reasons.”

“Just over a year ago, we saw the strange phenomenon on Yunbai Fairy Mountain from such a distance: blue wind and cloud flute, golden sky and black earth!”

“At that time, the old people who went to Yunbai Fairy Mountain said that they saw fairies ascending to the sky. After they came back, their waists no longer hurt, their bodies were no longer sore, and all their physical ailments disappeared. This must be the result of the fairies’ blessing.”

“As long as we go to Yunbai Immortal Mountain and find the immortal, everything will be saved!”

Although most of his body weight was on his brother, Ji Cheng looked extremely tired, and his feet felt like they were filled with thousands of pounds of lead, unable to lift them.

“Yeah…Brother, I believe in you. We will all be saved.”

“Ah Cheng, drink some water. I’ll help you stand up slowly, and then we’ll continue walking.”

Ji Cheng has had a fever for several days, but he still stays with his brother on the road in the wilderness, walking with each other’s support. But he is so tired now and wants to rest.

“Brother…I’m a little sleepy. I want to take a nap.”

An ominous premonition came over him and he began to panic.

“Acheng, don’t sleep. Listen to me and stand up and walk slowly.”

Brother, let me rest for a while.

“Brother…I’m so tired. I don’t have any strength left.”

“Ji Cheng, no matter how tired or sleepy you are, you can’t fall asleep at this time. Stand up!”

It seemed like it was already dark. Perhaps God couldn’t bear to see him so tired and wanted him to rest early.

“Brother… is it getting dark so soon? I think I hear my parents calling me?”

“Ah Cheng, look at me, look at me hard!”

You may have to walk the rest of the way by yourself.

“Brother…I might need to take a break on the way.”

“Acheng! Don’t sleep!”

I’m going to sleep…

“Just take a short break, just a short break…”

“Ah Cheng, wake up! Wake up!”

Brother, you must survive!

“Brother…you have to survive.”

“Wake up…”

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“Woof—Woof—”

He opened his eyes and Da Gan woke him up as usual.

He had forgotten what day it was. After discovering that the fairy mountain was right in front of him, he couldn’t wait to rush over.

Then it took a day and a half to climb to the foot of the mountain. At the beginning, I was calling out loudly at the foot of the mountain, praying that the immortal would appear.

As expected, there was no response from the immortal, so he gave up his fantasy and decided to climb directly to the top of the mountain to find the immortal.

But after enduring a night of cold wind, he woke up with a fever the next morning. He crawled slower and slower, and his thoughts became more and more confused.

Now was one of the few moments when his mind was still clear, and he took stock of his current situation.

The minnow had already finished eating and the package of green fruits on his body was lost, so he now had no food.

My leg was broken when I was going downhill. I can’t stand up even with the help of a stick. Now I can only crawl.

The matches that have been soaked in water cannot be used for the time being, and they will probably have to last for a few more nights.

The only thing he had that was still useful was a wooden gourd for water, which fortunately was not lost.

The few pieces of linen clothes that his parents left him before they died were basically torn up and used to bind his feet.

Two pairs of worn straw sandals and a pack of wet matches.

And, he turned his head to look at Dagan, the orange-haired lame dog who depended on him for survival. It was now skinny and its ribs in the abdomen were deeply sunken.

He is a person who is afraid of loneliness, so when he is in Donglai Village, he likes to play with a group of friends.

Even when he is alone, he likes to talk to himself. If he thinks nothing, gives up communicating, and gives up exploring the unknown, he will go crazy.

All the way with Dagan, he didn’t care whether Dagan understood or not, he just talked to it a lot.

But now, as he looked at Dagan, his heart was extremely calm, or rather, very indifferent, a kind of indifference that made him lose all expectations and perceptions towards everything.

It seemed as if his life no longer had enough energy to support any emotional activity.

He drank some water, changed the worn-out cloth strips on his knees, and wrapped them with new linen strips.

There was not a single piece of intact flesh on his legs now, and his knees, like his feet, were already covered in blood.

Although he had torn off his linen clothes and wrapped them around his knees to act as a cushion along the way, his body still left a long, winding bloodstain on the mountain road.

He has to keep moving forward.

So he shivered, squeezed out the little pitiful strength he had left, supported himself on the ground with his hands, raised his knees, and crawled forward desperately.

At the beginning, he thought that the mountains where the immortals lived were always spring-like all year round, with birds singing and flowers blooming, but now it seems that there is not much difference between them and the back mountain of Dongcun.

The same dilapidated trees, the same withered flowers.

As he slowly climbed up a small hill, he had to take a short break.

His joints now seemed to be covered with rusty hinges. Every movement of the acetabulum had to bear huge resistance. Even turning over required him to bend and stretch, and he had to grit his teeth.

He lay on his back on the hill, looking at the peak of Yunbai Fairy Mountain, where there was lingering smoke and was shrouded in fog all year round.

The immortal must live there, but why didn’t the immortal come out to see him? Was he testing his sincerity?

Everything he encountered must have been a test set by the immortal. As long as he passed the test, the immortal would appear before him and fulfill his wish.

He thought so, or more precisely, he had to think so, otherwise everything on this trip would be meaningless.

After resting enough, he continued to crawl forward, but his body became increasingly sluggish and his mind became increasingly confused.

As he crawled, he often forgot what he was doing and why he was here.

He often thought he was back in Dongshan Village, playing hide-and-seek with his friends.

He began to have hallucinations. He saw the small bridge, the flowing water, and his family, just as they were before he lost everything.

Reality, dreams, and fantasies were all mixed together, and he could no longer tell them apart.

His stomach seemed to be asleep, no longer complaining with cramps, and his nerves were dormant, so even though he crawled over thorns and the spikes pierced his flesh, he felt no pain.

He began to lose the distinction between day and night. He crawled when he could move, rested when he couldn’t, and then continued crawling after resting.

His consciousness was slow and numb, his limbs had lost feeling, and he moved forward only by instinct.

Perhaps the fire of his life has burned out, and now only the remaining residue is heating up unwillingly.

He felt himself becoming lighter and lighter, as if he had shed a layer of burden and was floating up without being affected by gravity.

Is he going to heaven? However, he saw a blurry mass of flesh and blood on the ground, crawling forward.

So he struggled to return to this world.

The connection between his soul and his body had become very weak. Sometimes the soul followed the body as it crawled forward, and sometimes the soul floated in the sky, watching the body crawl forward.

When the soul overlaps with the body, he will have a moment of clarity, but darkness will soon sweep in.

He seemed to be floating in a boundless, hopeless and deep sea.

Fatigue surged up from every part of his body like a rising tide. He struggled and paddled feebly, not wanting to be drowned by the suffocating darkness.

But this fatal fatigue was like an endless wave, one after another, rising higher and higher, drowning his consciousness bit by bit.

He was almost completely submerged, and in this dark wave, his hands became increasingly weaker and his struggles became increasingly futile.

However, even so, he did not completely sink in this dark sea. He would always catch something strange, and with a glimmer of faith that would not go out, he kept paddling endlessly.

Two days passed, and he was still crawling on the ground, like a worm, slowly wriggling forward, with a long winding line of blood trailing behind him.

Da Gan also dragged his dying body and limped behind him, licking his blood from time to time.

Another voice in my body appeared again.

“He” said that your body can no longer support you, and if you continue to move forward, you will die.

His expression was numb, but he still crawled forward.

The hope you conceive may be disguised as despair. If you keep moving forward, what you see is hell.

The wounds on his body increased, and the bloodstains left behind became more and more bloody.

Aren’t these words ‘keep on living’ cruel? Life has no meaning, everything is in vain, yet you are bound by pain.

But he doesn’t know either.

My stomach has clearly fallen asleep, so I don’t feel any hunger. My nerves have become numb. Even though the wounds are festering, festering and stinking, I don’t feel any pain.

His leg was clearly broken, his knee was bruised and his foot was worn out, with blood all over the floor. He was clearly very sleepy, very tired, and exhausted.

But why couldn’t he stop?

There was a force that kept pushing him forward.

His latent will of life seemed to be telling him, Keep going! Don’t stop!