Chapter - 442 Drastic Changes On the Island (5) (1/2)

Although her body was protected by the soft hedgehog armor, this fist had given her enough pain and sent her staggered a few steps back. Blood was dripping from Nan Xiren's fist, which was pricked by the thorns on the armor. Amidst the two people's shouts Guo Jing called out, ”Si Shifu!”

Nan Xiren looked at Guo Jing as if he had just recognized him; he opened his mouth to speak, but no matter how much the muscle around his mouth twitched, he still could not say anything. His face showed a smile, but his eyes showed extreme despair.

”Si Shifu,” Guo Jing said, ”Please take a rest. Whatever it is you want to say, you can say it later.”

Nan Xiren tried hard to say something, he lifted his neck to look up, but his lips were unable to form the words. After straining for a while his head dropped, looking down to the ground.

”Si Shifu!” Guo Jing repeatedly called out; he rushed forward to lift Nan Xiren up.

From the side Huang Rong could see clearly. ”Your Shifu is writing,” she said.

Guo Jing looked sideways and saw Nan Xiren's right index finger was slowly writing on the soft earth. Under the moonlight he saw Nan Xiren wrote character by character: ”My … killer … is …”

Huang Rong noticed he wrote with great difficulty, her heart was thumping hard; suddenly she remembered something, ”He is on the Peach Blossom Island, even an idiot will know that it is my Father who killed him. But he is on the verge of death and is still using his very last strength to write the killer's name, could it be that the murderer is someone else?” She was watching Nan Xiren's finger with a rapt attention; she noticed that the finger moved slower as if losing its strength, so she kept praying in her heart, ”If he is going to write some other name, please, please let him write it down quickly.”

Nan Xiren was writing the fifth character [Chinese character, that is], he started from the upper left hand corner and wrote a small 'ten' (十 ) character, then his finger trembled and stopped moving all together.

Guo Jing was kneeling on the ground, hugging his shifu. He felt Nan Xiren's body shook violently then he stopped breathing. He looked at the small 'ten' character and called out, ”Si Shifu, I know you were going to write the Huang (黄 ) character, you were going to write the Huang character!” He threw himself on Nan Xiren's body and wept bitterly. In this one cry he had vented up the grief and indignation that had been welled up in his heart the whole day. He cried for quite a while, then his body fell on top of Nan Xiren's lifeless body; he had fainted.

Without knowing how much time had passed, he woke up under the bright morning sunlight. He stood up and swept his gaze around. Huang Rong was gone, and Nan Xiren's body was still lying down on the ground with his eyes open. Guo Jing remembered a saying, 'die without closing his eyes'; he was unable to restrain tears from flowing down his cheeks again. Stretching out his hand he gently closed Nan Xiren's eyes. Suddenly he recalled just before he died Nan Xiren's facial expression was very strange; he wonder what kind of injury was so fatal. Thereupon he untied Nan Xiren's clothes to examine his whole body. Strange to say, except for the pricked hand from hitting Huang Rong's soft hedgehog armor last night, from head to toe, Guo Jing could not find a single scar on Nan Xiren's body. Neither his chest nor his back showed any sign of injury by internal strength strike; the skin was neither black nor burnt, so there was no sign of poisoning either.