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Chapter 268 - 198: Hehe! I Want to Be a Hero! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 268: Chapter 198: Hehe! I Want to Be a Hero! (Please Subscribe)

Inside Old Mother Mountain, the snow was blindingly white.

Because he truly couldn’t find the path, Duan Yun could only wander around the mountain.

He hoped to find one or two of those madmen from Thunder City, to infuse him with genuine Heroic Spirit and help guide the way.

Alas, there were none.

Not a single one.

No one suddenly realized that having the enemy of a hero guide the way was quite a challenge for Young Hero Duan.

It must be said, inconvenient transportation really makes killing a physically demanding task.

He began to understand why so many sects preferred to build their bases on high mountains, to start with, enemies seeking revenge had to climb mountains and cross ditches, exhausting themselves, while they could rest at ease.

This was also one of the reasons why the six major sects could besiege Bright Peak.

As the sky gradually darkened, the snowy mountains still reflected light, the smooth areas looked like a deep blue mirror, mysterious and beautiful.

But within this mysterious beauty, there was also an indescribable sense of solitude.

Duan Yun, having been a person for two lifetimes, was also venturing deep into the snowy mountains for the first time.

The heavens and earth were very quiet, a vast expanse of whiteness, occasionally broken by the sound of a large bird flapping its wings.

At this moment, Duan Yun suddenly saw a wooden house that had collapsed on one side.

This was the only building he had seen after circling around here, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy.

This proved that he had found the right place!

Where there were man-made structures, there would be cities of man, perhaps Little Lei City was nearby.

Duan Yun leapt up, nimbly climbing to the top of a snowy cedar.

As the sky turned darker and the snow shone with a white light, looking out from here, the world was still a vast expanse of white, no further discoveries.

At this point, Duan Yun also wanted to rest.

So he walked towards the broken wooden house, and to his surprise, discovered a person.

It was indeed not easy to meet someone in this icy and snowy land, but unfortunately, it was a corpse.

The person must have been dead for some years; in this cold boundary, the body had greatly decomposed, leaving behind half of a green-black face.

This dressed-up appearance must be a madman from Thunder City, unknown as to why he died here.

Such a person could in no way be a hero, and so Duan Yun kicked, ushering him out of the house to enjoy the solitude by himself.

After all, the wooden house was just so small.

The corpse flew out, hitting a protruding rock outside, and instantly broke into several large pieces.

Duan Yun leaned against the wall of the wooden house, took a drink of alcohol, and closed his eyes to rest.

He decided not to grope around in the dark any longer; finally having found this clue, he didn’t want to wander off again.

With nothing else to do, Duan Yun took out the "Heart-to-Heart Spell" that Zhenzhen had given him.

Zhenzhen had mastered this extraordinary skill, able to capture and toss back the Sword Qi of Guxue, and according to the description in the secret book, once practiced to the latter stages, one could "clamp down on all things in the world."

However, this secret book was not too easy to understand, not knowing from which place the founder of Qiongling Sect was, there were words he recognized, and others he completely did not recognize, feeling like seeing Chinese characters suddenly followed by a row of Arabic script.

These twisted characters, like they were scratched out by chicken claws, even when Duan Yun was most harshly criticized by his teacher, he never wrote his characters so abstractly.

Perhaps, this was the reason why everyone in Qiongling Sect, especially Zhenzhen, had mastered it.

Understanding abstraction was indeed not an easy task; perhaps even his one-in-a-million cultivation talent would take about ten days and a half month to master.

Duan Yun looked at these characters, becoming sleepy.

He had only been walking in the snowy mountains for six hours, but he felt somewhat tired.

This fatigue was not physical, but mental.

The snowy mountains were beautiful, even breathtaking when he first entered.

But watching for too long, the endless expanse of white repetition inevitably brought about a sense of weariness.

At this time, fine snow began to fall from the sky.

Duan Yun closed his eyes, beginning to sleep.

A person can go without food for several days, but cannot forego sleep.

Falling asleep, Duan Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

Because he heard the sound of children speaking.

The night had deepened, and the broken pieces of the corpse still lay outside.

Honestly speaking, hearing the voices of children in this deep mountain broken house suddenly evoked a sense of terror.

But the sound continued, sounding like a little boy and a little girl talking about something.

Could it really be a ghost?

Duan Yun stood up, rubbed some snow with his hands to wash his face.

Be it human or ghost, Young Hero Duan was going to find out what was happening.

Duan Yun left the dilapidated wooden house.

The night sky was densely covered with clouds, yet not very dark due to the reflective snow layer.

The voices of the children were coming from up the hillside.

Duan Yun treaded through the snow, leaving only a shallow trail of footprints that made no sound.

The hillside was covered in a dense pine forest.

The pine forest was dense, its interior deep and mysterious.

And the voices of the children were coming from inside.

Could it be that Little Lei City was in this pine forest?

Having killed those two madmen from Thunder City before, he knew that even the madmen would marry and even have field battles.

So it was perfectly reasonable that the children from Thunder City were nearby in Little Lei City.

After wandering the snowy mountains for one day without finding Little Lei City, Duan Yun was in a bad mood, even eating half a pound less of lamb at noon.

Without any hesitation, his body flickered, gliding into the pine forest like a nimble large bird.

"Brother, this way."

"Hurry up."

In the forest, came the voice of children from inside, yet no human figures could be seen, in the dark pine forest, an eerie ghostly air.

The first time Duan Yun camped in the wilderness, he thought he had encountered a ghost, a woman in red.

But later he found out that it was the Mad Woman from the Red House.

Later, he encountered Huang Shi corpser in the night, and even later still, he personally witnessed a creature like a dragon, refreshing his worldview once again.

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