322 Naica Cave of the Crystals (1/2)

Your name is Ye Qingxuan. You will lose a portion of your memory every few days. You should trust A’san. He will take you to your treatment.

”Ye Qingxuan?” the young man murmured blankly. ”That name sounds so familiar. Ye Qingxuan? I’m Ye Qingxuan? I’m an Easterner?” He looked down and saw his reflection with trademark silvery-white hair in the water. His broken memories instantly reconnected. It dawned on him. ”Is it…like this?”

”Yes, Young Master.” Tears of joy appeared in the old Indian man’s eyes. ”You finally re-re-remember.”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned but he embraced A’san. He did not know what to do; there was just the feeling of pain and tension in his heart.

”Young Master, I’m gravely injured. I might not be able to accompany you anymore,” A’san said in Ye Qingxuan’s embrace. ”Next, you must be careful about others’ attacks…”

”A’san, get yourself together!” Ye Qingxuan could not help but panic. ”I—What should I do?”

”Go to Auschwitz,” A’san exclaimed with his last ounce of strength while grasping Ye Qingxuan’s hand. ”Go to Auschwitz and find your father!”

”Father?” Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

”Yes, your father. His name is,” A’san choked out, ”is…Old Phil…Old Phil Wang!”

Ye Qingxuan nodded with tears in his eyes. But soon, he felt something was wrong. He asked, ”A’san, why is my father’s surname Wang?”

”Because…because…” A’san’s mouth opened and closed with difficulty. Then his expression slacked and his breath cut off. His hand fell from Ye Qingxuan’s; his pulse and heartbeat stopped. He was dead.

”A’san? A’san!” Ye Qingxuan shook his shoulders forcefully but no one replied. He sobbed and screamed but A’san was forever gone. After a long time, the lifeboat floated to a shore. The crying young man stumbled onto the shore and took one last glance at A’san who was on the boat.

”I-I’ll take revenge for you,” he sobbed. Wiping away his tears, he turned and left.

After a while, A’san, who was long dead, climbed up on the boat. He massaged his neck and sighed. ”Ah, the tears were so tragic. I should’ve just said that I was your father. Ah, would that be too sad?” With that, A’san jumped off from the boat and watched as ‘Ye Qingxuan’ faded into the distance. He waved. ”Safe travels, ‘Ye Qingxuan’!” Seeing his determination as he traveled westward to Auschwitz, his journey must be very interesting!

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According to the original plan, Ye Qingxuan needed to get there within one month. After the ship landed, he needed to take the carriage train for five days and walk for half a month across valleys and mountains. In the end, he would find the grouping area in the barren land. Simply put, he would get there when he had no other place to go. That was what he was supposed to do.

But Ye Qingxuan refused.

Since he knew that everyone was targeting him, he definitely would not keep traveling on that dead end. Why not let Simon forge on under his name? After all, Auschwitz was not going to move. Ye Qingxuan could go in a circle and take it slowly.

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Six days later, a hunter on horseback pointed deep into the mountains for the youth who was still dressed as an Indian. ”Go around this and keep going for two hours and you’ll be there.”

The youth nodded. He pulled two pieces of paper money and offered them. The hunter thought for a moment and rejected it. Instead, he pointed at the youth’s ring. ”I want this.”

”Sorry, I can’t give you that.” Ye Qingxuan chuckled. Tucking the money into the saddle, he turned to leave.

Two steps later, the hunter was in front of him, blocking him with the horse. Looking down, he repeated, ”I want this.” This time, he pointed at him with a dagger. Sometimes, in these faraway mountains, the line between hunters and robbers was very blurred.

Faced with the blade, the emotionless youth smiled after a short pause. ”Good, I like this too. I want this one.”