C3 (1/2)

Lou Lan was one of the thirty-six ancient kingdoms in the Western Regions. He had travelled six thousand and one hundred miles to Chang'an. Since the time of Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions, Lou Lan had praised Han and changed his name to Shan Shan Shan, moving to the capital, Tu Cheng.

Seeing how clear the words on the stone monument were, Chen Xie's heart stirred. ”Lou Lan has been living in the capital for nearly a hundred years. I didn't expect it to be so abandoned.”

Thinking about it, the desert was like a sandstorm. The once prosperous lands could not overcome a hundred years of change. If it were a human, they would do the same. He had the God's sariras, so even if he could live forever, how could he continue to live with her for so long?

His heart was filled with grief as he carried his wife to a place where she was sheltered from the wind. He then took off his robe and spread it out on the sand, placing Yin Ping's corpse on a flat surface. He muttered, ”Sister Pingfan, wait a moment, I'll definitely save you.”

The cold wind blew through the rooftops, like the low growls of ghosts, and the sound of sobbing could be heard. Chen Mu raised his head and looked at the hole above his head. Finally, he hardened his heart and prayed to the heavens. ”If Pingmei is brought back from the dead, I, Chen Mu, would rather give my life to you.”

After saying that, Chen Mu sat down cross-legged and took a deep breath of the pungent smell of sand and blood. He pressed the breath into his stomach and felt a warm current rise up from the bottom of his dantian. Suddenly, a bright light filled his lower abdomen.

The thing slowly moved up, and Chen Min only felt his body twitching in pain, but he still forced it up. He knew that after so long, the sariras had already taken root in his stomach and turned into an inner core. Now that he had forced it out, it would definitely cause his body to break down.

Everywhere the sariras' seed passed, it would break through the viscera, surging upwards along with many inexplicable veins and muscles, tearing the internal organs into a thousand shapes before returning to its original state. As long as the sariras were in his body, Chen Mubai would not die immediately. Other than Chunyu Yan, no one knew how to kill him. Even so, no one could endure this process. It was only after two hours that Chen Mubai finally spat out the Holy Priest's body. At this moment, he felt as if his soul had been completely sucked out of his body. The night was as cold as water and the wind was biting cold, but his clothes were already soaked through with sweat.

After a while, he undressed his wife, cut a small hole in her belly, and said, ”Pingfan, you can't devour this thing right now. I can only do this. Please don't blame me.”

While he was speaking, he slowly pressed the sariras into his wife's wound with the last of his strength. As soon as the sariras were stained with blood, their radiance soared, and the situation of the women became crystal clear. The bones, the fetus, and even the flesh and blood of the fetus were all clearly visible.

With a moan from Yin Ping, the fetus was unexpectedly also felt by the Shrek Godly Light. It had originally been stillborn, but at this moment, intentionally or unintentionally, it twitched its little hand.

Chen Mubai was finally relieved. He had made the right decision to give up the Shrek Monk's Son and exchange it for the lives of the mother and son duo. However, at this time, Chen Mu couldn't hold on any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed Yin Ping's hand, and lay down on her soft stomach, unconscious.

Although he had fallen down, Yin Ping slowly woke up. She felt pain in her stomach, as if the rivers were overturning and the seas were overturning. All her strength seemed to be being used as she only heard waves of infant wails in her sleep. She didn't know whether she was in hell or the human world, but the crying of the baby sounded louder in the cold night.