Chapter 885 Deb (1/2)

Chapter 885: Debt

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Qu Lanxi and Chu Ming were engaged in merry conversation as they walked, but that soon came to an end when they entered the field and caught sight of their Ink-Sword Tree.

They had spent the last three years cultivating it, and in a few more days, they'd have been able to harvest the thirty-four ordinary gene weapons. But now, the tree had suddenly died.

It had once borne an abundance of emerald leaves, but now only a few yellow leaves remained stubbornly clinging to its withered branches. The ink swords that once inhabited the tree had all disappeared, too. Mounds of dead leaves and rusted blades were all that remained, scattered about.

”How did that happen?!” Chu Ming ran in front of the Ink-Sword Tree, digging through the leaves like mad. He grabbed one of the rusted swords that had broken in half, following its fall.

Qu Lanxi's face was robbed of all its color. The last three years of her effort had been squandered overnight. She wouldn't receive any of the fruits of her labor, so her heart and mood were swiftly crushed.

”Someone is here! And he looks injured.” Qu Lanxi ran in front of the tree, looking at Han Sen as she came.

”A person?” Chu Ming was vacant-minded when he asked, unsure of how to respond to the tree's death. He looked over to where Qu Lanxi was pointing, and saw a man lying on the ground.

Chu Ming quickly ran over to him, grabbed him by the collar and shouted with great anger, ”Did you destroy our Ink-Sword Tree?!”

Blergh!

When Han Sen was grabbed and shaken by the angry shouting man, his organs were injured. He tried to speak, but could only spill blood from his mouth.

”Did you do it? Answer me! Did you ruin our tree?!” Chu Ming continued to shout, shaking Han Sen. The tree's death had really thrown him for a loop.

”Are you crazy? Don't you see how injured he is? What, do you want to kill him?!” Qu Lanxi pulled Chu Ming away from Han Sen, and then knelt down to inspect him.

”Lanxi, this man has just randomly appeared in our garden on the same day our tree happens to be ruined. Put two and two together, would you? He is obviously responsible for this!” Chu Ming was consumed with madness.

”Chill out. Ask him politely first. He's human; a friend, at that. I don't think he'd try to harm us on purpose.” Qu Lanxi said as she checked out Han Sen.

”But...” Chu Ming tried to say something, but fell short.

Qu Lanxi shook her head and said, ”Ask him later. Right now, he is far too injured. Let's help him recover first; you can ask all the questions you desire later.”

Qu Lanxi then summoned a turtle and told Chu Ming to help lift Han Sen and place him on the turtle's back. After that, they would depart the garden.

Chu Ming was struggling to accept the death of the tree, and he was fuming mad at the likely culprit. Still, he was willing to oblige her request, and he lifted Han Sen onto the turtle. Then, they returned to a wooden cabin that was not too far from the tree.

Qu Lanxi brought over some medicine and applied it to Han Sen's body. The medicine was intended for fixing simple things.

”He's too injured. We need a doctor.” Qu Lanxi frowned.

”Doctor? This yahoo might have killed our Ink-Sword Tree! Who cares if he's injured? Why should we fix him on our penny? We spent everything we had on that tree, and toiled to nurture it for three years, with the dream that we'd live a better life once its fruit matured. But now? It's all gone. Where am I supposed to get that money now, huh?” Chu Ming was furious.