Chapter 66: Bear the Brun (1/2)

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Translator: Storm in a Teacup

With a swallow, Ye Chengzhi said nervously, “Lord, given the wound on the back side of her head, Miss An’s passing out, as I see it, may be due to the physical exhaustion. As for other complications, we can do nothing but to wait. If Miss An can wake up tomorrow, she will recover soon. If she can’t...”

Upon hearing his words, Hong Yu, clenching his robe, asked in a hurry, “What will happen to her then!”

Ye Chengzhi answered in calmness after a sigh, “Only God knows.”

Everybody was silent.

The lingering sound in the air reduced to whisper gradually, then disappearing without a trace all of a sudden. Looking around at the endless curtain of whiteness, An Rushuang frowned heavily.

This was not the An family, neither was somewhere in the desert. With everything covered by heavy fog, it was totally impossible to discern the directions.

Clad in thin clothes, she didn’t feel chilly. Treading on something soft, like the cripples on water surface, An Rushuang couldn’t feel the gravity at all---where was she now?

“Is anybody here?” She walked slowly, step by step, in the thick and prison-like fog, streams of delicate aroma floating to her nose even without a single flower all around.

“Amitabha, please stop, benefactor.” There suddenly came a pious sound, echoing in the boundless space.

Following the sound, An Rushuang exerted herself to search for its source but failed at last. With the voice seemingly twisted by the mist, she couldn’t tell the gender nor the age of the speaker. “Who are you?” An Rushuang asked loudly in bewilderment, but didn’t stop walking.

“Dead end in the front. Stop at once, benefactor.”

The sound appeared again. Dead end? An Rushuang looked down, her eyes sparkling with dark light. It was so weird that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t touch the ground with her hand which felt quite soft when walking on it. She finally gave up until being a little out of breath.

An Rushuang kept stepping forward.

The sound turned up the third time. “Since I can’t see the road clearly, it’s very likely that what I am treading on now is not a road, either. Such being the case, why should I mind whether there is a road forward?

The sound burst out after a pause. “Since you can stand here, that means there is a road before you. The reason why I say it’s dead end in the front is I can see it clearly. If you, blind to the truth, insist going forward, you will surely fall into the abyss and face your doom.

Holding her head high, An Rushuang stared at the hazy fog, and pouted slightly with a tinge of contempt.

“How can I know whether you are lying? I can’t trust someone who dares not to stand out.” An Rushuang said in resoluteness.

Outside the fog, a monk clad in cassock was sitting upright, beneath him stretching a a rippling lake.

As if floating on the water surface, he kept his eyes close, his face full of compassion. Then, he opened his eyes slowly, a wisp of golden gleam shimmering in his eyes. As soon as his set eyes on the water, the ripples turned to earth at once. The fog began to disperse gradually.