Douluo: The Fallen Garuda, Feathers Crossing the Mortal Realm

After giving Zhang Lexuan a light kiss on the lips.

Fu Yu abruptly pushed Zhang Lexuan away from her embrace, and before she could react, he rushed out of the cubicle and quickly closed the door again.

Then he took a piece of wood from the corner and covered up the last defect.

Through the partition door, Fu Yu could vaguely hear Zhang Lexuan crying and shouting, but he didn't care.

Uncle Zhang, Aunt Yu, and Sister Lexuan all treated him very well, regarding him as a true family member.

At this point, he couldn't allow himself to increase the danger to Sister Lexuan. He needed to do what Aunt Yu did and buy Sister Lexuan some time outside.

Even a little bit, even just a little delay would be fine.

After leaving the corridor where the cubicle was located, Fu Yu began to run frantically in the opposite direction.

That was also the backyard of the Zhang residence, but there was a side gate used for transporting goods. If we could leave the residence, we could also call in the patrolling city guards, and then we would definitely be fine.

While running, she deliberately knocked over some decorative flower pot stands to attract the attention of the evil spirit masters who were still searching, preventing them from finding Zhang Lexuan's room again.

Just as Fu Yu was running towards the back door, a blood-red figure suddenly dangled upside down from the eaves of the corridor.

Blood-red, glowing eyes, sharp, slender canine teeth, and a pair of translucent, fleshy wings on its back—it's disgusting and terrifying!

This sudden turn of events disrupted Fu Yu's running pace, causing him to roll forward several meters and bump into several parts of his body.

The sharp pain in her forehead, knees, and elbows also suppressed the fear in Fu Yu's heart.

After getting up from the ground, he began to stagger forward.

"Look what I've found! A fledgling predator that's panicked and doesn't know where it's going!"

"The blood of five- or six-year-old children is the most delicious!"

"Run! Get your blood flowing! I like it piping hot!"

The Blood Bat Soul Master landed silently from the rooftop and walked to the spot where Fu Yu had fallen and bumped into something. He used his pale, slender index finger to pick up a drop of warm blood and put it in his mouth.

"ha!"

An indescribable, wonderful feeling emanated from every part of the Blood Bat Soul Master's body, making him tremble with excitement.

"Yes, that's the feeling, that wonderful taste! I could taste it countless times and never get tired of it!"

Then he looked up at Fu Yu running not far away, a strange smile on his face.

An ordinary kid who hasn't awakened a martial spirit—let's play with him.

"Whoosh—, whoosh—!"

Even if Fu Yu tried his best, he was still just a six-year-old boy, especially with an evil soul master hanging behind him.

Fear and excitement also cause physical strength to deplete rapidly.

boom--

Just as Fu Yu's legs gave way and he fell to the ground again, the Blood Bat Soul Master behind him spoke up with a mocking expression.

"Little kid, if you don't get up and run, I'm going to hit you!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yu struggled to support his body and tried to take a step.

The Blood Bat Soul Master burst into laughter again, jokingly revealing his goal.

"The attack is coming, from the left!"

Fu Yu instinctively dodged to the right, and then felt an excruciating pain in his right shoulder.

"what!"

Upon seeing this, the Blood Bat Soul Master laughed even more heartily.

"Sorry, I misspoke. The attack is on the right!"

"Yes, yes, keep getting up and running! Otherwise I'll attack again!"

Just as Fu Yu was running through the pain, he suddenly heard a series of chaotic footsteps coming from the street outside, accompanied by the clanging of metal on armor and weapons.

"Is that the voice of the city defense troops? We'll be saved soon."

Fu Yu's face lit up with surprise, and he staggered to the small courtyard by the side gate.

But before Fu Yu could reach the door, a jet-black beam of light pierced straight through his chest.

The terrifying attack made Fu Yu unable to feel any pain reaching his mind, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Blood gushed from his throat, choking Fu Yu as he tried to breathe, and his body convulsed instinctively.

Vision gradually blurs, which is a reaction to the brain starting to lack oxygen.

But just as Fu Yu was dying, his lifeless blue eyes suddenly saw a dark shadow more than a meter tall in the sky dozens of meters above.

He stood there motionless in the void, but the evil spirit masters who walked past him seemed to see him completely, continuing to do their own thing.

In the last moment of Fu Yu's remaining consciousness, he saw a figure with eight spirit rings floating on its body land.

Eight Rings, Evil Soul Douluo!

No wonder, no wonder even with Uncle Zhang and Aunt Yu's Soul Saint Emperor strength, they still couldn't hold them off for long. It turns out the other side actually possessed an Evil Soul Douluo.

The Blood Bat Soul Master licked his lips and walked up to the Soul Douluo with a fawning expression.

"Boss, this blood offering?"

The Evil Soul Douluo glanced at him and snorted coldly.

"Don't you know what we're here for today? Time's almost up, we should go. The city defense troops and soul masters will be here soon. If you want to eat blood, just find any village later."

The Blood Bat Soul Master looked at Fu Yu's corpse on the ground with a regretful expression.

He actually quite liked the kid's taste.

However, the boss's orders were not to be questioned, otherwise he would be the one to become the prey.

After all the evil spirit masters left, a slender figure staggered over, knelt down in front of Fu Yu with a thud, and then hugged the blood-covered corpse and cried bitterly.

"No, Xiaoyu!"

Overnight, Zhang Lexuan lost her three most beloved family members.

-

Two days later, near a cemetery in the main city.

Zhang Lexuan, dressed in a snow-white dress, knelt before the three tombstones, one for an adult and one for a child.

The tomb of my father, Zhang Hanzhi.

Mother, the tomb of Yu Qingya.

Brother, the tomb of Fu Yu.

Zhang Lexuan stands.

Zhang Lexuan watched as she personally carved three tombstones, her beautiful, somewhat thin face devoid of any expression.

The greatest sorrow is a broken heart!

As Moon, his body hunched over at a ninety-degree angle, watched this scene, his somewhat cloudy old eyes closing in reluctance, and his hand gripping his cane unconsciously tightening.

"Feel sorry!"

He served as the Holy Dragon of Light his entire life, yet on his deathbed, he did something so foolish.

At this moment, Zhang Lexuan stood up from in front of the grave, walked to Mu En's side, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"As long as you keep your promise, I will go back with you and help you take care of that child."

Mu En sighed and opened his eyes to look at Zhang Lexuan, who was completely lifeless in front of him.

"Okay! Let's go then."

Before leaving, Zhang Lexuan took one last look at the three tombstones, and squeezed out a final tear.

"Mom and Dad, I'll come see you again next year."

"Xiaoyu, don't worry, I only have you, and you will always be my only one."

Spring goes and autumn comes again, each year brings its own cycle of flourishing and decay.

No one could tell that Fu Yu's body in the tomb had already recovered completely, without a single scratch, and even his blood and energy were as full as before.

Deep within her consciousness, a black-gold lotus flower spun incessantly, radiating wisps of divine light that nourished Fu Yu's consciousness and soul.

Suddenly, a powerful shout came from within the lotus flower.

"How can one discuss life if one cannot even understand death?"