Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 468: A Long-Sealed Heart

What would you do if you only had two hours left to live?

This was the question Qing Chen faced when he first transmigrated, and now he faces it again.

Only this time, fate may not give him two hours.

The pack of wolves behind him has infiltrated the forest like raindrops, Qing Chen is fast, but the wolves are not slow.

Qing Chen has never run in snow that reaches his knees before; this unfamiliar environment makes it difficult for him to reach his top speed.

But the wolves are different. They seem to understand this extreme weather better, born for it.

The young man feels his strength rapidly depleting; being caught by the wolves is only a matter of time.

He can hear the wolves' footsteps crunching through the snow, their panting, and his own heartbeat like a drum.

All this noise makes the snow forest seem strangely quiet and empty.

But Qing Chen is not afraid.

Among the wolves, more than ten of the most agile quickly run, their speed so fast that they flank Qing Chen.

It's like the blades of a pair of scissors slowly closing.

Looking down from the withered winter forest, the wolves' hunting is spectacular.

However, such scenes mostly occur during the hunting season for antelope herds; rarely do hundreds of wild wolves hunt a single person.

Qing Chen feels like he's back on the icy waters of Greenland.

The sky is black clouds, as if the divine realm is descending again.

Behind and beside him are the surging waves.

Only this time, Yang Yang is not by his side.

Qing Chen smiles; fate seems to be toying with humanity. What you owe, you will eventually repay.

In an instant, the wolves flanking him close in.

More than ten strong wolves stand like a wall, blocking Qing Chen's path.

Ferociously, they pounce!

Facing the oncoming wolves, Qing Chen doesn't slow down. With a calm expression, he swings the Marionette on his wrist.

The crystal-clear Marionette, originally soft, instantly stiffens like a blade.

Sharp threads pierce the air like a giant cleaver.

A horizontal sweep, cutting through countless snowflakes.

It cuts through tree trunks, leaves, and the wolves.

The surging Knight True Qi pours into it. For a moment, a massive blade shadow appears in Qing Chen's hand.

With a series of tearing sounds,

The figures of Qing Chen and the wolves collide. His clothes are torn, his arms and shoulders are slashed, leaving bloody wounds.

The marks of the claws seem etched into his bones.

But after their figures cross…

A towering tree tilts and falls, the snow on it falling, the sound of branches snapping like firecrackers.

The wolves swept by the blade shadow are cut in two, hot wolf blood splashing on the snow.

More than ten wolves die in this instant confrontation.

The snow forest behind Qing Chen collapses with a tremendous roar.

It's as if the tide has been broken after meeting the young man.

Qing Chen feels the burning pain of three or four wounds; large patches of skin are exposed to the cold air.

Blood flows continuously down the wounds.

At first, the wounds burn, then they become numb.

But deep down, it still hurts.

The wolf claws contain neurotoxins.

After running past a large tree, Qing Chen suddenly stops and turns around, tearing off his upper body’s damaged windbreaker and throwing it on the snow, shouting with a laugh, “Come on!”

The hot blood on the young man's body steams in the cold weather.

At that moment, he feels like a rusty iron box; the moment the crisis of life and death descends again, the box opens.

There's his original soul.

After arriving in the Inner World, he is immersed in the warmth given by Li Shutong, Li Xiurui, and Shadow; the three of them are trying to teach him things. But because the three are too dazzling, something of his own is being suppressed.

It's like when an extremely brilliant person appears next to you; you will unconsciously imitate his actions, imitate his speech, and yearn for his life.

But others' lives are ultimately their own.

At this moment, Qing Chen finds something that belongs to him.

Beneath the icy, rational deep sea, the fiery blood.

Qing Chen's mind is swift and calm and objective.

But the more so, the clearer his situation.

He's going to die.

So, if life only had two hours left, what would you do?

Would you stand up and tell this damned world, I'm not afraid?

Would you stand up to those who want to harm you and make them pay the price?

Last time, he reported his father while cycling in the autumn wind.

This time, he will stand in this snow forest, fighting to the last second.

Until he dies.

The wolves hesitate for a moment, facing the fierce young man.

They circle the young man, slowly moving through the forest, slowly surrounding him.

The young man takes a deck of cards from his pocket; he throws away the box, and the remaining 53 cards are continuously cut in his hands, faster and faster.

The next second, the wolves pounce.

But the cards in the young man's hand fly out like flowers, one by one, from his fingertips.

The cards in the air are like knives, creating a sharp whistling sound.

No wolf that is targeted by a card can escape death. The playing cards are frighteningly sharp. After hitting a wolf's abdomen, they can cut through the wolf's ribs and pass through its body.

Qing Chen's fingers are steady and powerful, without a tremor.

In just a few breaths, only the last Joker remains of the 53 playing cards.

The colorful Joker is held between his two fingers, exceptionally vibrant against the gray-white snow.

Around him, fifty-two wolves are struggling on the ground, unable to stand.

The scene is tragic and magnificent.

The remaining wolves continue to approach; they seem unaffected by the death of their companions, firmly and fiercely carrying out their hunting plan.

Qing Chen doesn't shoot the card between his fingers, he keeps it.

When the wolf pounces, Qing Chen lowers his body slightly, the extremely sharp poker slices through the wolf's abdomen from above.

The wolf falls dead, its internal organs spilled on the ground, a foul stench rising in the snow.

Another wolf pounces from behind Qing Chen. He seems to have eyes in the back of his head, grabbing the wolf's neck fur, and using his other hand to chop at the wolf's neck with the playing card, pulling hard.

The wolf's head is almost cut in half!

The Joker is Qing Chen's last weapon among the wolves.

Probably no one has ever seen such a sharp playing card.

At this time, someone outside the wolf pack laughs, “Why struggle so hard?”

Qing Chen gasps and laughs, “You call this struggling?”

This is the flame of will.

Life should be like a candle, burning from beginning to end, always bright!

As he speaks, he once again fights with the wolves.

He doesn't know who is outside the wolf pack or what they want to do, but all this is unimportant now.

Gradually, the Knight True Qi is exhausted; even the playing cards curl up like blades, no longer sharp.

A wolf rushes in front of Qing Chen and bites.

Qing Chen swings his hand, the playing card slicing across the other's neck, but it fails to cut the wolf's neck.

Off guard, the wolf bites his arm.

No matter how Qing Chen shakes, he can't shake it off.

Laughter comes from outside the wolf pack.

Qing Chen sneers; he stops trying to shake off the wolf, fiercely enduring the pain to clamp the wolf's head under his armpit.

With a click, the wolf's hard spinal bone is twisted off!

The wolf's mouth slowly opens, revealing Qing Chen's deep wound, bone and flesh visible, shocking.

Qing Chen stands there, holding the wolf, and laughs, “Come on, hiding outside the wolf pack, what's the point?”

The person outside the wolf pack is silent, but the wolves attack even more fiercely.

Qing Chen's back is bloody; more than twenty wounds turn the skin over.

Gradually, the neurotoxin accumulates more and more in his body.

Qing Chen's bitten right arm can no longer be raised, so he uses his left arm to swing.

His bitten legs are also weak, so he kneels on the ground to defend. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

The person outside the wolf pack becomes even more silent.

If life only had two hours left.

Forget two hours; even if there were only two minutes, two seconds left.

Fight with all your might to live.

Over the years, when he didn't have living expenses, he would earn them himself.

When no one cared, he got used to being alone.

He has eaten leftovers from other people's tables, seen countless cold eyes, and lived to this day, all through hard work.

Courage and blood, this is the bottom color of his life.

The snow falls.

Qing Chen kneels in the snow, until there is no intact skin on his body, until he can no longer raise his arm, until he finally closes his eyes in the snow.

He's so tired.

The young man wants to close his eyes and sleep.

Maybe when he wakes up, he'll be back in his own home, and the transmigration was just a big dream.

The wolves stop attacking; they slowly disperse, clearing a path.

A middle-aged man slowly walks into the battlefield, looking at the young man kneeling on the ground without saying a word. The white snow and blood are intense; this may be the most magnificent battle he has ever seen, even though the young man is only C-Class.

No wonder the family made him come personally.

He's such a difficult person.

No wonder the family made such a fuss over a C-Class; if this young man is allowed to grow up, many people might not be able to sleep.

The middle-aged man suddenly says, “I know you've been pretending until now, wanting to give me a final blow. But you must understand the difference between A-Class and C-Class is like the clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground. No matter how hard you try, it's futile. The wolves are dead, I can find new ones, but you only have one life. Remember my name, Shendai Yunhe. We'll be together for a long time to come.”

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly opens his eyes; he flips out a white card in his palm and shoots it out with his last Knight True Qi.

The middle-aged man is right. Even with his last breath, Qing Chen's tired expression is to lure the enemy closer, giving him a chance to make a fatal blow.

A deck of cards has 54 cards, but a box of cards has 55 cards, with an extra white card printed with manufacturing information.

Qing Chen keeps it, hoping the opponent will forget about this card when counting.

But as the middle-aged man said, the difference in strength between them is too great, too great for Qing Chen to overcome with courage and wisdom.

The card flies to Shendai Yunhe's Face[-], but he just flicks it with a finger. The moment the finger and card collide, the card turns to dust.

The middle-aged man watches Qing Chen fall into a coma before saying to the forest behind him, “Come out, search his body, check for Forbidden Artifacts, and leave here quickly, go north. If Shadow returns, we'll all die here.”

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