Upon hearing this, Wei Liao's expression changed. He strode forward and waved his hands frantically, saying, "Old man, what are you saying! How can we use your life for experints? This is unacceptable! This violates the bottom line of our Great Xia soldiers!"
Wei Liao turned to Chen Huaishuo and suggested urgently, "Old Chen, there are plenty of vicious, blood-stained death row inmates in the military prison. We can easily arrest a few for testing, or even use them as sacrificial energy. How can we live with ourselves using the life of an innocent old man?"
To everyone's surprise, Uncle Fu stubbornly shook his head upon hearing these words. His weathered and wrinkled face was filled with determination.
"Chief Wei, even death row inmates in prison have lives. Although they have broken the law, they should be punished by the national law, but they should not beco victims of this kind of ritual."
Uncle Fu sighed softly, his cloudy eyes filled with a detached indifference to life and death: "Besides, I'm already old, half of my body is buried in the yellow earth, I won't live much longer, my death is nothing to regret. If young master is really just an E-level professional, then sacrificing my old bones alone would be enough energy. There's really no need to sacrifice other people's lives in vain."
"You?" Wei Liao was taken aback. He picked up on the hidden information in Uncle Fu's words. He looked the frail old man up and down and tentatively asked, "Old man, could it be... that you are also a professional?"
Uncle Fu didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.
He stretched out his hand, which was as withered and calloused as a dead tree, palm up, open.
"call--"
With a faint fluctuation of magical energy, a wisp of blazing crimson fla leaped and erged from the old man's fingertip. The fla illuminated his weathered face, creating a play of light and shadow.
Wei Liao and Chen Huaishuo were both stunned, not expecting that this old steward was no ordinary person.
Looking at the flickering fla at his fingertips, Fu Bo's eyes revealed a trace of lancholy: "More than twenty years ago, this old servant was actually a B-level fire-type professional."
"However, back then, during the next high-difficulty dungeon, I encountered an extrely dangerous high-level beast. In order to cover the retreat of the younger mbers of the team, I forcibly overexerted my strength, which damaged my professional essence. Since then, my strength has been reduced to less than one-tenth, and I have beco a cripple who can hardly even cast the most basic fireball spell."
Uncle Fu gave a bitter smile, gently clenched his fist, and the fla at his fingertips went out: "In this cruel era, professionals who have lost their value are like trash. I was quickly and ruthlessly kicked out of my original guild. At that ti, I was disheartened, penniless, and my old injuries flared up. I was about to freeze to death on the streets of Donghai City."
"It was around that ti that the lady, who was also the young master's birth mother, kindly took in. She not only spent a lot of money to hire a pastor to stabilize my injuries, but also gave a al and let stay in the Zhou family as a housekeeper."
Uncle Fu's eyes softened, as if he had returned to those warm and cozy years.
“I’ve watched the young master grow up since he was a child. From when he was learning to speak and take his first steps, to when he gradually grew up. This child has been sensible and kind-hearted since he was a child.”
“I rember, it was a particularly cold winter when I was six years old. I was writhing in pain on the bed because of the old cold poison I had suffered from when I was doing a dungeon run. The servants in the Zhou family were so snobbish that they wouldn’t even give an extra portion of charcoal.”
“Young Master was so young then. When he saw how much pain I was in, he secretly ran out of the Zhou family compound and used his hard-earned pocket money from the past year to buy an expensive fire spirit stone heater. Not only that, he also brought over the thickest velvet quilt from his bed and wrapped it tightly around .”
As Uncle Fu spoke, his voice began to tremble, and his eyes filled with murky tears: "He knelt down beside my bed, held my hand with his little hands that were red from the cold, and cried as he said, 'Uncle Fu, don't be afraid, Huai'er will warm you up, Huai'er won't let you die...'"
Two lines of clear tears slid down Uncle Fu's aged cheeks, but he was completely unaware, his face beaming with a happy and content smile.
"To be frank, in my heart, the young master has long been my own grandson."
"He has suffered so much hardship, endured countless scornful looks and humiliations, and now that things have finally taken a turn for the better, he has beco a hero who saved the Great Xia. He hasn't even had a chance to enjoy a single day of peace. How can he just leave like this?"
“So,” Uncle Fu raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the two military leaders, his tone pleading, “I beg you two leaders to grant this old servant this small wish! Let use my remaining life to exchange for the young master seeing the light of day again. Is that alright?”
After saying that, Uncle Fu bent his knees and made a move to kneel down before the two n.
Chen Huaishuo reacted quickly, rushing forward and grabbing Uncle Fu's arm with both hands.
The old general, who had weathered countless storms, was filled with complex and heavy emotions at this mont.
Looking into Uncle Fu's sincere and yearning eyes, his throat tightened, and he couldn't speak for a long ti.
After a long while, Chen Huaishuo nodded heavily, his voice hoarse: "Okay... I promise you."
One day later.
Outside Donghai City lies an extrely remote and desolate wilderness.
The autumn wind was bleak, and the withered yellow grass bowed low in the wind.
To avoid any uncontrollable accidents during the sacrificial ceremony, Chen Huaishuo specifically chose this location, which was far from the city center and sparsely populated.
At this mont, the area within a ten-kiloter radius was already filled with fully ard elite military soldiers. They were stationed every three steps and sentries every five steps, forming the highest level of blockade. Several high-level energy defense formations had also been activated, forming layers of semi-transparent light curtains to protect the core area and prevent the energy released by the pendulum of life from going out of control and harming innocent people.
After making all these ticulous arrangents, Chen Huaishuo solemnly took out the mysterious life pendulum from a specially made armored vehicle.
He reached out and gently lifted the pendulum base.
"Buzz—"
With a deep, ancient hum, the enormous golden pendulum of life automatically detached from his hand and slowly floated into the air. The intricate and obscure runes on the pendulum's surface began to light up one by one, and a vast, ancient aura enveloped the wasteland.
Chen Huaishuo didn't need to think about it deliberately. The mont his spiritual power ca into contact with the pendulum of life, using the personal clothing that Uncle Fu had brought, which belonged to Zhou Huai, as a dium, Zhou Huai's image automatically appeared in his mind.
Imdiately afterwards, the pendulum of life sent back an energy feedback.
The energy cluster in his mind, symbolizing Zhou Huai's true form, emitted an extrely dim and weak light. Just as Uncle Fu had said, this "Ever-Changing Star Lord" who had shaken the entire Great Xia military and could control several SS-level clones was actually only an E-level professional in his true form.
Sensing this faint energy fluctuation, Chen Huaishuo breathed a sigh of relief.
If Zhou Huai's original body is also SSS-level, then the life force required to revive him would be an astronomical figure, probably not only for Uncle Fu, but also for countless other lives.
Now that it's confird to be Rank E, it ans that the required sacrificial energy is extrely small. For Uncle Fu, who was once the life source of a Rank B professional, it's more than enough.
In this way, no more people will sacrifice themselves.
“Grandpa, everything is confird. We can begin.” Chen Huaishuo turned around and nodded to Uncle Fu, who had been waiting quietly to the side.
As ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Uncle Fu looked at the pendulum of life floating in mid-air, radiating a sacred golden light, a relieved smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
He straightened his faded gray long gown and walked steadily toward the very bottom of the pendulum of life.
Then, he brushed off his clothes and calmly sat down cross-legged.
He raised his head and looked calmly at Chen Huaishuo and Wei Liao standing not far away. There was no panic or fear in his eyes as he faced death. Instead, he smiled, like an elder about to embark on a long journey.
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