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Kapitel 72

Three days later will be the day of great joy for Ye Chuhan, the leader of the Tianshan Snow Sect.

The houses in Flower Valley were all newly decorated, and the flowers were in full bloom. The maids were all beaming with joy and smiles as they served Lotus, who had moved to the South Garden, and helped her wash and do her hair.

When they pushed open the door and walked in, they were surprised to find that the bride was already dressed and sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, without saying a word.

The maids turned to each other and covered their mouths with laughter. The auspicious time had not yet arrived. It turned out that the bride was in such a hurry!

The reflection in the bronze mirror showed a pale face of unparalleled beauty.

Lotus wore a pearl and jade phoenix crown and a magnificent, wide red wedding gown. The phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the gown was dazzling and radiant, as if she had been reborn from the ashes...

That red wedding dress only made her face appear even more breathtakingly white!

A charming maid stepped forward, picked up a jade comb, and used one hand to gather Lotus's black hair. She said with a smile, "Miss Lotus, the auspicious time has not yet arrived. Let us do a little more dressing up for you!"

Lianhua said calmly, "No need. Go tell Ye Chuhan that I need to see my brother before we get married."

Half an hour later.

The maid who had gone to report returned, and behind her stood Du Heng, the elder law enforcement officer of the Tianshan Snow Gate.

Du Heng's face was calm as water, but a cold, sharp glint appeared in his lifeless eyes. "The sect leader said you can go see Zhan Yu, but you'd better come back obediently afterward. After all, your martial arts are completely ruined, and Zhan Yu's life is still in the sect leader's hands. I advise you not to have any unrealistic ideas!"

Lianhua turned to look at Du Heng, raised her eyes, and said softly, "Yes, I remember."

Meeting her gaze.

For no apparent reason, the elderly law enforcement officer, Du Heng, felt a sudden unease. He felt that the girl's eyes were as bright as snow, so bright it was startling, like...

A moment of lucidity before death!

Inside the dungeon.

A blood-soaked figure was nailed to the dark, shadowy wall.

Sixty-eight bloodstained gold nails were deeply embedded in the man's shoulders, arms, hands, legs, and feet, pinning him to the stone wall. His muscles were rotten, his knuckles were broken, and the blood flowing from his body smelled foul. His head hung limply, barely clinging to life.

Outside the dungeon, a large number of black carrion birds gathered at the low window, circling and flapping their wings, waiting for the dying man to die so they could devour his flesh and blood.

He could no longer tell how many days of torture and how many cruel punishments he had endured. Du Heng's cold and threatening voice still echoed in his ears. Unfortunately, his body seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain.

Even though he was trapped between life and death, he still did not reveal the secret of the Heart-Connecting Gu to those people.

He's from the Bai clan!

The Bai clan members are all driven by loyalty and righteousness, and they all possess an indomitable spirit. At the age of twelve, he did not understand any of this. He betrayed all of this, hiding himself in the darkness and hating everyone. He even betrayed his own clan, making himself a disgrace to the Bai clan!

Now he understands!

Unfortunately, the Bai clan no longer exists!

The surroundings were deathly quiet.

The dying Zhan Yu could only hear the sound of his own blood dripping onto the ground, like the sound of a water clock at midnight, one drip after another.

Zhan Yu had almost no consciousness left.

This darkness and silence felt so familiar to him, as if it were a moment that had lingered in his mind for years, a moment he couldn't shake off. Long, long ago, he had also been in such darkness, listening with tears streaming down his face to the sound of a six-year-old girl urgently knocking on the sealed window outside, crying anxiously.

“I’m leaving, brother. I begged Dad to let you go. He said he would let you go as long as I go back to Grandma’s house. I’m going to Grandma’s house in Jiangnan with Mom.”

"Brother, wait for me, I'll be back soon."

"If Xiaoxuan never comes back, brother, you can't forget Xiaoxuan. Brother, you have to remember to go find Xiaoxuan!"

In the darkness, in Zhan Yu's scattered consciousness, a clear child's voice finally appeared. That six-year-old girl was the most unattainable ray of pure white in his twelve years of life!

"Little sister..."

His lips trembled laboriously, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. His head hung low, coughing up blood, and in a very low voice, he softly called out:

"...Lotus...lotus flower..."

"Brother, I'm here."

In the deathly silent dungeon, the girl's tearful voice slowly rose.

Zhan Yu's body, pinned to the stone wall, trembled silently. He felt a sharp pain pierce his heart. He slowly raised his head, his face ashen, and in his dull, lifeless pupils, a pale face slowly appeared.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

So it was... his little sister!

Lotus stood before him.

She wore a bright red wedding dress, as vibrant as fire, adorned with a pearl and jade phoenix crown, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a flowing spring. She stood there looking at Zhan Yu, who was covered in blood and in a miserable state, her eyes filled with tears of grief.

A hot tear slid down Zhan Yu's cheek, leaving a clear tear stain on his blood-stained face. He stared at her, his little sister Xuan'er, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, as if in a dream. He managed a soft smile.

"...So...beautiful..."