"Old Chief."
Uncle Fu's voice was soft and his tone sincere.
"If my young master is successfully resurrected, this old servant has a few words to say and would like to trouble you to give him so instructions on my behalf."
Chen Huaishuo suppressed the bitterness in his heart, straightened his back, and solemnly said, "Please tell , and I promise to convey every word to Zhou Huai."
A gentle light appeared in Uncle Fu's eyes, as if he were seeing again the young man in the wheelchair, pale-faced but always smiling at him:
"Please tell the young master that he shouldn't work so hard and overwork himself anymore. His health is already poor, and without this old servant watching over him and taking care of him every day, he easily forgets to eat on ti when he gets busy. Please tell him to take good care of himself and not to miss any of his three als a day."
"Also, let him marry Miss Ye Xi from the Ye family as soon as possible. She is an excellent girl who doesn't mind that the young master is paralyzed and is truly devoted to him. This old servant had been hoping to see the young master in his wedding clothes and holding his great-grandson... but now it seems that he will not have that blessing."
At this point, Uncle Fu's eyes were completely red, and his voice began to choke with emotion.
He wiped the tears from his cheeks with the rough back of his hands, forced an awkward smile, and continued rambling:
"Oh, by the way, before I left, I prepared a table full of the young master's favorite dishes, including braised lion's head atballs and sweet and sour pork ribs... They're all covered and keeping warm in the kitchen's insulated pot. After he wakes up, please rember to go ho early to eat them, as they'll upset his stomach if they get cold."
"And also, I've washed and ironed the young master's autumn clothes and put them on the second shelf of his bedroom wardrobe, on the left side. It's getting cold, so remind him to wear more clothes and not catch a cold..."
Uncle Fu, like an old father worried about his son who had traveled far away, recounted the most trivial details of life, one by one. These small things, at this mont, seed to pierce the hearts of everyone present with every word.
"Finally..." Uncle Fu took a breath, raised his head, and stared directly at the sky above the pendulum of life, as if he were watching Zhou Huai's soul from afar.
"Please, you must tell the young master that he absolutely must not be saddened by my passing. To have died for him with my old bones, I have no regrets in this life!"
After saying this last sentence, Uncle Fu turned around and bowed deeply in Chen Huaishuo's direction.
"Old Chief... I'm begging you."
Chen Huaishuo clenched his teeth, his eyes reddened, and the muscles on his wrinkled face twitched slightly. He stood at attention and gave the most standard and solemn military salute to this ordinary yet great old man.
He nodded heavily, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable: "Rest assured, the Great Xia Kingdom will never let you down!"
Wei Liao remained silent, clenching his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, while his body trembled uncontrollably in the cold wind, his eyes already blurred with hot tears.
Even the two iron-willed generals, who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, were moved by the bond between master and servant.
As Uncle Fu finished speaking.
The resurrection ceremony has officially begun.
Chen Huaishuo ford a hand seal, and a gentle spiritual energy flowed into the suspended pendulum of life.
"when--"
A distant, ancient bell tolling, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, echoed across the desolate wasteland.
The previously still pointer began to swing slowly.
A dazzling golden beam of light shone down from the bottom of the pendulum, completely enveloping Uncle Fu, who was sitting cross-legged.
Bathed in this sacred golden light.
Uncle Fu's aged body began to wither at a visible speed. His gray hair quickly lost its last bit of luster and turned into ash; the deep wrinkles on his face deepened rapidly like a dried-up riverbed, and his skin lost all moisture, clinging tightly to his bones.
That was the very essence of life being ruthlessly and forcibly stripped away by this ancient artifact.
Even though life was rapidly slipping away, and Uncle Fu's cloudy eyes had lost their sparkle, a serene and contented smile remained on his face.
He didn't seem to be heading towards death, but rather embarking on a smooth path.
anwhile, directly below the pendulum of life, in the void half a ter above the ground.
As Fu Bo's boundless life energy converged wildly, the air began to distort violently.
Countless golden points of light danced, intertwined, and entwined in mid-air like fireflies on a sumr night, carrying with them boundless vitality and profound power of rules.
A dazzling golden cocoon took shape at the center of the light, pulsating intensely like a heart.
at the sa ti.
Zhou Huai suddenly felt himself waking up from the darkness. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a vast expanse of white.
Where is this?
Is it the afterlife?
He thought about it subconsciously.
There were no reference points around, no sky, no earth, and no sense of gravity.
He felt as if he were suspended in so kind of semi-fluid.
A jumble of thoughts began to flood my mind.
It remains to be seen whether Tang Qi will be able to safely bring the pendulum of life back to the Great Xia military headquarters.
Although the evacuation route had been carefully planned, Tang Qi would be under imnse pressure once the experts from the Sakura Kingdom discovered it.
Even assuming the pendulum is brought back, will Marshal Zhao be able to keep his promise?
After all, it's a strategic weapon capable of bringing the dead back to life and reversing the tides of fate. Faced with such a temptation, would the military really use it on an unknown "paralyzed man from Donghai City"?
Is there any chance for to be resurrected?
What if... what if the military can't find my exact location?
Thinking of this, Zhou Huai couldn't help but give a bitter smile.
I also bla myself for being too cautious and keeping all my cards hidden.
In the end, he never revealed his true identity to Marshal Zhao, nor did he leave a specific address.
If I had known, I would have just moved to the military headquarters in the capital.
Now look what's happened; they've ruined themselves.
Just as Zhou Huai was lost in thought and filled with frustration, he suddenly heard soone calling him in this deathly silent space.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
The voice was soft, yet it carried an incredibly familiar kindness and gentleness.
Zhou Huai looked over upon hearing the sound.
From the white mist not far away, a hunched old man wearing a faded gray long gown slowly erged.
"Uncle Fu?"
Zhou Huai was stunned, his eyes widening instantly.
What are you doing here?
"Could it be...could it be that you're dead too?!"
Uncle Fu did not answer, but looked at him with a gratified expression.
"Young master, this old servant has co to bid you farewell."
"Farewell? Where are you going? Since we're both dead, let's go together in the underworld!"
Uncle Fu did not answer Zhou Huai's question.
Instead, he continued talking to himself:
"From now on, without this old servant by your side, you must take good care of yourself..."
"Uncle Fu? What's wrong with you?"
The next second, Zhou Huai suddenly realized sothing.
He looked at Uncle Fu in disbelief.
"Uncle Fu...you wouldn't be...?"
Before Zhou Huai could finish speaking, he hurriedly tried to grab Uncle Fu's arm.
However.
But they found nothing.
His hand passed through Uncle Fu's translucent body, leaving only a swirling golden spot of light.
"Goodbye, young master."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's last faint image completely dissipated in front of Zhou Huai.
They transford into countless dazzling stars, rging into this vast white space.
"Uncle Fu—!!!"
Zhou Huai shouted loudly.
Hot tears welled up and stread down her cheeks.
Imdiately afterwards, the surrounding scene began to shatter and then reassemble.
When he ca to his senses, he found himself standing in a huge golden ball of light.
(While writing this part, I actually cried. The emotions welled up inexplicably when I put myself in Uncle Fu's shoes, and it reminded of my own grandfather. Thank you so much for all the readers' donations these past few days! Your support is my motivation to keep writing! Although it's not very well °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° written, I will definitely try my best to finish it!)
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