Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 46 - 2 Blood-like Hair_1
46: Chapter 2 Blood-like Hair_1
46 -2 Blood-like Hair_1
A vigorous life needs no explanation.
——————–Liu Zhenhan said.
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Looking at the towering gigantic stone statues of sword-holding gods on both sides of the Narun Horn Strait, Liu Zhenhan, full of curses, quivered his lips but didn’t utter a word.
Until now, he held a tiny hope for the so-called gods of this world.
According to Helen, the mountain-carved stone statues were remnants of the ancient war between gods and demons.
Liu Zhenhan had a vague reverence for the gods of this world, secretly praying for a miracle.
After crossing the Narun Horn Strait, the Andes trade winds were clearer and stronger.
The Aegean Continent was now in sight.
A thin coastal line could be vaguely seen in the distant horizon, but Helen’s conditions deteriorated by the day.
She couldn’t even drink the snow water condensed by Guoguo’s frosty chill.
Even Richard could not call her back.
In the night, the Acidic Fish Eagle became increasingly restless, flying up and down, occasionally uttering two sharp cries.
Liu Zhenhan’s heart clenched.
“Helen…” Liu Zhenhan brought a snow kettle of water, vainly attempting to feed the little fox a sip.
Helen forced her eyes open, and surprisingly, a spark of vibrancy flashed in her eyes.
Looking at the snow water in the kettle, she struggled to shake her head.
Holding back his sorrow, Liu Zhenhan looked up.
The snow water in the kettle quietly rippled, as if raindrops were falling into it.
“Richard…” Helen called out Liu Zhenhan’s name, exerting all her energy.
Her voice was raspy and dry, just like her parched body.
“Drink some water first!” Wiping the corner of his eyes, Liu Zhenhan lifted the kettle and slowly poured the snow water onto Helen’s dry, curled lips.
Like liquid gold, the precious snow water silently slid down Helen’s mouth corner and onto the bamboo raft.
“Sing me a…
song, Richard…
I…
can’t talk…
for long…” Helen gazed at Liu Zhenhan, weak yet affectionate.
An unusual sparkle added a touch of blush to Helen’s pale face.
Her eyes shimmered, reminiscent of the twinkling sea, as if it was the day she had first met Liu Zhenhan.
Her flaming red curly hair was like dancing youthful flames, which included Liu Zhenhan’s blood-soaked sock – “the red ribbon” – gently swaying in the wind, signifying imminent fading.
The night wind roared, pearls spun, waves crashed unceasingly.
Liu Zhenhan watched Helen’s returning light in desolation.
Indescribable sorrow filled his chest as he stared at the vast sea, the endless starry sky, reminiscing every moment spent with Helen, and couldn’t help the sorrow welling up.
“Moon of the Wolf Teeth…
The beloved looks worn-out…
I raise my glass to drink to the wind and snow…
Who knocked over the cabinet of previous lives…
Stirring the dust of right and wrong…
Destiny’s secrets…
How many reincarnations…
Locked eyebrows…
Tears blurred your beauty, beyond recall…
Even if historical records are turned to ash…
My love remains undying…
Luxurious as the eastward flowing water…
I only grasp a ladle to comprehend the depths of love…
Only longing for you, embodied as a butterfly…
Your hair as red as blood…
Makes our farewell so poignant…
Who was moved by my burning incense…
Inviting the bright moon…
To make our memories more brilliant…
In the moonlight, love is perfected…
Your hair as red as blood…
Is scattered with tears…
Whom am I waiting for, growing old…
The world intoxicated, in a drunken state of time…
I use my regret to carve a monument of eternal love for you…”
After Liu Zhenhan’s clear but mournful song, the sound merged with the water and became increasingly distant and pure.
Even the restless Acidic Fish Eagle stopped its agitation and tidily preened its feathers.
Guoguo’s eyes opened wide, not blinking as it stared at Liu Zhenhan.
Helen was enchanted by the song filled with sorrow and deep affection.
Her beautiful, deep blue eyes, like the sea, were fixed on Liu Zhenhan, filled with reluctance and affection.
For love, for life, for her beloved.
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Helen was penetrated by a gold light, flashing wave patterns.
The gold lines circled around the bamboo raft, and shot through both the Acidic Fish Eagle and Guoguo, finally ending up piercing Liu Zhenhan’s chest.
Under the soft halo of the Night Pearl, the two people huddled together, seemingly surrounded by golden vines.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Helen opened her eyes and faintly asked, “Richard!
What was that song?”
“‘Blood Red Hair!’ Your red hair is like blood, engraving an indelible mark in the deepest corner of my memory.” Liu Zhenhan felt bitterness in his mouth.
“Did you create it yourself?” Helen asked, “My Richard truly is a born Soul Singer!
Even among humans, a Bard couldn’t compose such a beautiful song.”
“Don’t speak anymore!” Liu Zhenhan held Helen tight, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“War god Kampas!” Helen took a deep breath and said, “History will always remember your benevolence!”
“Helen…” Liu Zhenhan’s heart felt like it was being torn apart.
“Richard, you might not believe this!” Helen barely raised her arm and touched Liu Zhenhan’s face, “The song you were just singing, it actually has the effect of the ‘Soul Lock Chain War Song’.”
Liu Zhenhan looked up in shock.
Even though he might be slow to understand, he knew that the ‘Soul Lock Chain War Song’ was a secret battle song that a War Shaman could only learn after promoting to Scepter Shaman.
This song allowed for the life of up to four warriors to be transformed into shared resources, with everyone equally sharing the damage.
Even when faced with severe injuries, the breaking of the Soul Lock Chain could still leave a glimmer of life for the four warriors affected by the song, preventing instant death.
