Free Web NovelChapter 1656: Chapter 998: The Girl on the Wolf’s Back
Her palm must have long been sliced clean off, with not a single finger left.
Meng Zifei saw clearly that Chen Xiaolan was using one hand to choke and control the gigantic Wolf King, her foot stamped firmly under the Wolf King’s lower jaw.
Her body was twisted, leaning closely against the wolf’s back, one hand tightly gripping a large upper tusk inside the wolf’s mouth.
It was because of this that Meng Zifei’s head wasn’t shattered into pieces by the Wolf King during her exertion. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Once she confirmed the Wolf King had spit out his head.
Chen Xiaolan threw back her head and screamed, stomped her foot, quickly withdrew her hand from the tusk, tightened both hands on the Xuan Silk, her body exploding with force, pulling hard!
Splurt!
The Xuan Silk was crafted by Meng Zifei from special materials, given to her for self-defense.
But tonight, she used this single Xuan Silk to slice a wolf’s head clean off.
The massive wolf head rolled down, blood spraying for a long time, before the headless body of the Wolf King struggled and fell down.
Chen Xiaolan stumbled and fell into the snow, her horrified look didn’t show the bravery expected from killing the Wolf King.
The pack leader is dead, yet the wolves didn’t retreat, eyeing the new prey, scratching at the ground with sharp claws.
Scared witless, Chen Xiaolan screamed repeatedly, her face pale as she hurried to draw the sword Meng Zifei had pressed into the snow.
With her other hand, she fumbled out several Yellow Talismans, tears streaming down her face, yet she never backed away.
Meng Zifei, as if frozen with fear, lay there, his face covered in blood, dazedly staring at the young girl who couldn’t even hold her sword steady.
He never thought she would choose to turn back to save him.
Over these five years, although Meng Zifei had taught her many skills, martial arts.
But when it came to demon suppression or ghost banishing, anything involving danger and bloodshed, he rarely let her get involved.
She had no combat experience.
Let alone facing a whole pack of wild wolves alone.
Pain surged through his legs and shoulders, moonlight and starlight grew in the sky, and the last bit of flesh on Meng Zifei’s face seemed to melt away, breaking off.
His eyeballs, attached to long muscles inside his head, fell out of the sockets, and his vision went dark, unable to see or hear anything...
After an unknown period, his heavy consciousness gradually cleared.
In a blur, Meng Zifei vaguely felt himself being dragged forward in the snow, with a faint sound of sobbing nearby.
The wind and sobbing intermixed, annoyingly loud.
After another stretch of time, when Meng Zifei fully woke, he found himself lying in a sheltered cave.
A campfire was burning in front, and Chen Xiaolan sat beside it, with a wide long coat draped over her.
The coat piled with chunks of flesh and severed limbs, her little face was shockingly pale, eyes filled with fear, nausea, and dread.
Her throat kept convulsing as if she wanted to vomit, yet she held it back.
In her hand, she held a leg bone, surrounded by some sewing threads and needles.
She picked up a piece of flesh, identified the spot, and despite the urge to vomit, began sewing the flesh onto the bone one stitch at a time.
Meng Zifei had never seen such a bizarre sight.
The timid and ordinary girl, in the deserted snowy mountains, picking up his bones and flesh, using the needle and thread she usually used to mend clothes, diligently stitching together his rotting body.
Meng Zifei felt neither joy nor relief in surviving such an ordeal, just pondering in confusion.
Was she not afraid?
He stared at Chen Xiaolan’s pale, bloodless face, her trembling body and incessant tears.
Seemingly, she was terrified beyond measure?
But if that was the case, why didn’t she leave.
He was supposed to kill her.
Having seen such a disgusting and terrifying side of him, she dared to turn back, to touch him, to save him.
What a peculiar woman.
At that moment, Meng Zifei seemed to have gained an unprecedented perception of Chen Xiaolan.
Not just the ’child’ he had raised, but a ’woman’ he deemed strange...
Meng Zifei wasn’t surprised that she survived among the wolf pack.
In five years, he had taught her many skills, and she carried Yellow Talismans she prepared herself, facing the wolves, albeit perilous.
But at the end of the road, people always burst out surprising potential and power.
He stayed silent, observing Chen Xiaolan as she had deep cuts on her palm and fingers.
Her body was covered in grave wounds from wolf bites and tusks tearing into her.
Both her hands bloodied, yet she grabbed a handful of ice to stop the bleeding, still trembling as she stitched diligently.
Totally oblivious that Meng Zifei had already awoken.
Her earnest demeanor was bafflingly obsessive.
