Chapter 59.2
Not Even Death Can Snatch You from my Hands (2)
The heavy snow had finally stopped falling, but the sky was still gray and gloomy and seemed to be brewing for the next blizzard.
With the horse's back occupied by the wounded person, Shi An had to walk beside the skeleton horse.
Taking care to mind Shi An, the skeleton horse intermittently walked and stopped so that his master could keep up.
Shi An's eyes were downcast as he pondered something.
A demon that could secrete resin would not be found in a place as cold as the Aiwen Snowfield.
But since Shi An had already started thinking about this and because he was becoming more proficient in using his mobile phone, he had checked the location of that kind of demonic creature after entering the Aiwen district.
Beyond the Aiwen Snowfields was an eastern canyon close to the Luosi District, where traces of such demon activity seemed to have been reported some time ago.
After crossing the remains of Abyssal Canyon eastward from here and then over the Aiwen Snowy Mountains, they could arrive there.
Shi An turned his head toward the unconscious Mu Heng on his horse with a happy smile.
It would be cold on the way, but it was all worth it for the sake of his precious collection.
At this point, Shi An suddenly noticed something and was stunned slightly, halting in his steps.
-Mu Heng's vital signs were much weaker than they had been a moment ago.
He stepped forward and raised his hand to feel the pulse on the side of the man's neck.
Shi An shivered from the heat the moment his fingertips came into contact with him.
Mu Heng's body temperature was already higher than normal human beings and now, it was even hotter when he touched it as if his skin could burn a person.
His pulse beat weakly and chaotically.
Shi An was startled.
To make perfectly preserved amber, the human couldn't be turned into a corpse. Death would make the eyes cloudy, the limbs stiff, and the hair dull. If Mu Heng were dead, that would make for a completely worthless collection!
At this point, the demon insect interjected at the right time, cautiously reminding, "That, my lord, is because humans need to treat their wounds after being injured..."
Only then did it dawn on Shi An.
Oh right. The human body was very fragile and needed careful care after being injured.
Not many creatures could genuinely hurt him when he was a dragon, so Shi An was practically clueless about what to do for an injury.
He hesitated momentarily and turned his head to look at the demon insect. "Can you treat wounds?"
Demon insect: "..."
You are reaching beyond the scope of my knowledge.
***
Aiwen Snowfield, the eastern end of the Abyssal Rift ruins, in a makeshift camp for mercenaries.
"Bang!"
A blast of flame exploded through the snow and ice. An insane blaze swept through the sky with a heat capable of melting human skin and bones, roaring through the heavens and the earth with reckless abandon as if the flames had an independent mind and life, raging mercilessly through the camp. The sound of wretched screams echoed beneath the heavens.
"What's going on?"
The young mercenary leader, startled and angry, heard the commotion and sprang to his feet, grabbing his weapon.
But before he had time to step outside, a man covered in blazing fire lunged in from outside without warning. The man's mournful screams stopped when he touched the ground, convulsed twice, and died.
A look of horror came over the face of the mercenary leader.
Let alone the fact that such a fire was lit in such extreme cold but to cause so much damage...
Who could actually be responsible?
The flames surrounded the area on every side, releasing a terrifying force outward.
A narrow path suddenly parted between the flames and a slender young man strolled through the fire toward the tent.
Terrifying flames surrounded the young man's back and his dark eyes glowed bright red from the flames, like the blazing fires that burned silently in the depths of a dark abyss.
He lifted his hand and pulled the pink scarf around his neck, revealing a fair and beautiful face.
The young man smiled shyly. "Hello? Is there a doctor here?"
***
Outside the tent, the mercenary camp had long since been reduced to rubble, with heavy snow falling to cover the burning fire's terrible traces.
Inside the tent.
Dragon flames crackled inside the fireplace, warming the entire tent extraordinarily.
Under the dim light, the tent's floor could be seen soaked in layers of blood and the shapes of human arms were faintly visible in the fireplace.
-Human limbs were stacked and became the sustenance for the flames to engulf.
In a deep coma, the silver-haired man's eyelids were tightly closed on the bed.
His upper body was bared with solid and dense muscle lines from countless battles, his bone lines strong, his undulating body containing strong explosive power beneath his skin. Deep and shallow scars acquired in battle covered his bare skin, looking wild and fierce, each symbolizing a battle fought for his life.
The wound on Mu Heng's chest was thickly wrapped in layers of gauze, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
The leaping flames reflected the man's pale profile, coating him with a crimson shimmer.
Shi An yawned and climbed onto the bed, curling up beside Mu Heng.
He rested on Mu Heng's shoulder, pressing intimately against the burning, hot body of the man beside him, and raised his eyes, his red-gold vertical pupils glowing in the darkness.
-Before becoming my collection, not even death can snatch you from my hands.
Shi An naturally curled his entire body into the other man's arms.
He smiled and rubbed himself against the other man's chest.
Then, Shi An closed his eyes and began transforming and absorbing the last bit of energy left in his body from the dragon molt.
***
Not far away, black smoke and demon insect gazed silently at the bizarre scene.
Black smoke said, "Speaking of which, does the Lord still plan to kill Mu Heng?"
Demon insect answered, "Mm."
Black smoke said, "Then does Mu Heng still plan to slay dragons?"
Demon insect responded, "Mm."
"..."
Black smoke looked at the intimate man and dragon before him and slowly said, "Don't you think their relationship is slightly perverted?"
Demon insect: "..."
It pondered for a few seconds and slowly said, "Mm."