Chapter 213 - Dori Box (2/2)

“Moreover, I used two vials. One is the Time Backtracking Serum, which allows me to temporarily returns to my prime form and the cost was my life energy. I’ll age a lot faster, but it’s a fair price to pay.

“As for the second vial, it’s the best Burst Serum out there which also allows me to return to my peak form instantly and I’m able to unleash power beyond my current limits.

“You’ve started cultivating, so you should know that all these serums stimulate the cell. It’s an investment in the vitality of your cells. Do you think you have a way to cure the aftereffects of two powerful serums?” Su Siao took a sip of his tea and looked at Tang Ling amusedly.

He then tapped Tang Ling firmly on the shoulder with a chuckle. “I thought I was going to die back then. I’m already 48 years old, and after paying the price, I expected to live no more than 10 minutes, but the facts have proven that I lived a little too long. It’s almost an hour now and I’m still not dead. Thankfully, you carried me out. Otherwise, spending an hour in that place is really…” Su Siao sounded carefree as he stroked Tang Ling’s head. “Plus, we would’ve missed this black box.”

Tang Ling’s heart was once again shattered. He hated this feeling.

From his grandmother, his sister San San, to Vian, Amir, and now Su Siao, every single experience crushed his heart thoroughly. He had no idea how many more times he could endure. However, life was cruel, so cruel that he had to face the moment every single time and could not escape.

How should he face the parting this time? Should he go mad like when he lost his grandmother and San San?

Or should he suppress his rage by erupting with his sorrow like how he lost Vian?

Neither…Su Siao was like a father to him, so he had to face it like a man.

Therefore, Tang Ling displayed a carefree smile similar to Su Siao’s when he looked at him. Then, he searched the backpack for a pack of cigarettes. He found the familiar brand that they got from Madam Selina’s Black Market. He lit two up, one for himself and one for Su Siao.

“Fine, what’s so special about this box?” Tang Ling said quickly.

Su Siao looked into Tang Ling’s eyes deeply. “In this world, there’s a messy place where no forces unite called the Darkness Port. There are no rules or laws there and that has become the way how they do things there. They view a trade or a deal as the ultimate holy and inviolable practice. Well, I guess you can also call it Freedom Port.”

“What’s the point?” Tang Ling took a puff.

“The point is that this box is from the Darkness Port. It’s one of the famous three, the Dori Dark Box,” said Su Siao. He sounded a little tired as his breath became heavier.

Tang Ling refilled Su Siao’s cup. “It sounds like there are a lot of boxes in the Darkness Port. Do you want something to eat, Uncle?”

“No, there’s no time.” Su Siao rejected leisurely. He then tapped the box and said, “Hehe, the box culture in the Darkness Port is one of its unique cultures. You’ll understand it soon enough.”

“Huh? Why do I have to understand it?” Tang Ling stood up. “Uncle, I’ll go catch a fish for us to have a meal. Oh, I also saw some alcohol in the backpack.”

“Because the next place you are going to is the Darkness Port. Firstly, that’s the only place where you can truly lie low and hide. Secondly, you have to locate a person, someone exceptionally important in your life hereon.”

“Who is this person?” Tang Ling got a wooden bucket and wanted to head out. He was really not interested in finding whosoever Su Siao was asking him to find at the moment.

“Zero. His name is Zero.” When Su Siao mentioned the name Zero, his eyes were as respectful as when he talked about Tang Feng.

“Yeah. I’ll go out for a while. I’ll be back soon. Wait for me.” Tang Ling nodded to confirm that he remembered the name and dashed out of the mushroom cottage.

Su Siao looked at Tang Ling’s back leaving his sight, but he did not stop the boy. He felt rather sleepy after talking so much, and he wanted to have a nap. That’s what old people do, don’t they?

He was not afraid of not making it since he expected this day a long time ago and had fully prepared himself for it. With that in mind, he strenuously stood up and walked to a corner of the kiddy cottage.

There was a round box carved with floral patterns on all four sides in the corner. Su Siao opened it and fished out two black notebooks.

He panted heavily, feeling immensely exhausted. He hugged the two black notebooks and fell asleep. Soon, his snores echoed in the little cottage.

Tang Ling sprinted to the stream like the wind. He hammered his chest to make himself feel better, but the pain in his heart was suffocating. Nonetheless, he promised himself not to be sad. He could not afford to reveal sadness on his face, not a single bit! Su Siao had always been a great and honorable man. He was a carefree hunk!

Even in death, he tended to be one. He would never want Tang Ling to weeping sadly beside him during the last few moments in his life and bid him farewell with tears.

Farewell? Never! Tang Ling caught a fish in a daze. He then filled the bucket with water and returned to the mushroom cottage. He was swift. He caught the fish, filled the bucket with water, and returned to the cottage in less than five minutes.

When he came back, he saw Su Siao leaning on the box stiffly and his heart tightened.

Scrambling over, his hand trembled as he put his finger over Su Siao’s nose while his other hand tried to sense for signs of life at Su Siao’s chest.

Yes, yes, yes, he’s still alive! Tang Ling lowered his head, controlling the trembling and forcing his tears back. Not a single drop of tear would be shed today.

“You bastard, what are you doing? Do you think I’m dead?” Su Siao suddenly woke up. Old people tended to have cat naps.

“No! I’m just trying to wake you up. Your snoring is too scary.” Tang Ling pretended to complain while looking disgusted.

“Uncle, go sleep over there. I’ll make us something to eat quickly.” Tang Ling then carried Su Siao and put him on the tatami mat.

Su Siao grunted in agreement since he was really tired.

Has it really been an hour?  It really had been an hour since their escape, but Tang Ling felt like his back had lightened by almost a third of the man’s original weight.

Tang Ling’s Precise Instinct was calculating how long he had left before Su Siao’s life energy depleted. Was time truly irreversible and unexplainable? No, if that was really the case, he ought to freeze time!