Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Chapter 34
It is said that the Xiaoqian world in the predicament of Mayfly Mountain is full of dangers, but Zhao Fushuang has been tense for a month, and is still just walking in the desolate white snow.

After taking Yi Huang's space container, she has never opened it, just because, so far, she has not encountered any danger in this predicament.

To be honest, although she is a jerk, she is not really without a bottom line.

Things like space containers are private property, and it is possible to put anything in them, so she has a guarantee in case of crisis. Since there is no danger at all, she doesn't bother to explore other people's privacy.

In Xiaoqian World, what you see in a month is only the snow-covered world and the dark sky with surging snowflakes.

There are no foreign objects flying suddenly in the void, and there is no danger of rushing out from under the snow.

However, the day was getting colder and colder, almost biting, and every time the snowflakes melted on her body, the inexplicable sadness would become more and more intense.

After another month of asceticism, Zhao Fushuang found out that she had returned to the place where she fell in the first place.

Originally, the footprints left by her walking in this world of ice and snow would soon be covered by new snow.

Only, the footprints left when it first fell here never disappeared.

Two heavy footprints seemed to be frozen here.

She felt that this foot was a bit big, not like hers, but, there was only her here, if it wasn't hers, who else could it be?

She discovered this matter when she first came in, and she also felt it was weird. She tried all kinds of methods beside these two footprints for a long time, but nothing worked.

There is clearly no formation here?Why did she detour here?

At this moment, Zhao Fushuang collapsed.

After two months of icy and snowy asceticism, eyes full of white snow and gray sky, she was so depressed that she couldn't feel any vitality!
After going out during the day to breathe a sigh of relief, when I came in at night, my mood was still the same as the previous night's. The relief I got outside seemed to be erased by something.

Zhao Fu weighed down the heavy sadness in her heart and carefully judged whether she was going to be trapped to death in this snow field?

It is impossible to sit and wait for death, so Zhao Fushuang buried her head and followed her own feelings to move on.

However, after walking for an hour, she found that something seemed different.

When I started to walk the second lap in this icy and snowy field, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the inexplicable sadness seemed to be much stronger than the first two months I came here.

No matter how much clothes you wear, you can't stop the soul-piercing cold, and even thinking about the best things can't drive away the sadness in your soul.

So much so that every step she took had the urge to cry, she endured her sadness and walked in the snow.

On the third lap, Zhao Fushuang could no longer control her tears.

In the bone-piercing cold, she walked numbly in the snow, and on her cold cheeks, teardrops rolled down her cheeks and slid into the snow again and again.

She clearly knew that she might not be able to bear the cold and heavy sadness if she continued walking, but she couldn't help it.

There's nothing she can do here except that it'll be a little different after walking endlessly.

Zhao Fushuang understood that if she wanted to break out of this small world, it would be useless to stay the same, she had to grasp this change to find a way out.

On the fourth lap, Zhao Fushuang's whole body was unconscious, tears were shed, and her cheeks were already frozen and festered in the cold.

On the fifth lap, every step she took was as if she was walking on the tip of a knife. It was clear that she had already lost consciousness all over her body, but her heart hurt so badly that it was even difficult to breathe.

She knew that her life was losing little by little.

When returning to the starting point at the end of the fifth lap, Zhao Fushuang was so stiff that she didn't know where her legs were, and she supported everything with one breath.

She knew that if she still died, she would not be able to leave.

She should leave now and never enter Mayfly Mountain again!
Zhao Fu looked up at the vast snowy sea with cloudy eyes. After 300 years, she finally survived. Did she just lose in this small world?
She is not reconciled!

How can I go back from now on?

If you can't practice for a lifetime, it is better to die in this wind and snow than to die in the Junwu Continent.

On the sixth lap, Zhao Fushuang still raised her feet, her vital signs gradually calmed down, not recovering, but dying, and only relying on a little spiritual awareness to drive her forward.

She didn't think about it that much, she just knew that it doesn't matter where she dies, as long as she doesn't die, she will continue walking.

Zhao Fushuang walked slowly with a feeling of death that she knew she didn't belong to but was still in grief.

Seventh lap.

Eighth lap.

Ninth lap.

Just when she was on the verge of death, she suddenly woke up. How did she get to the end of the last three laps?
Can not remember.

All I know is that she has trouble telling the time and direction.

On this day, it seemed that she had finally reached the critical point where she would die completely.

At that moment, Zhao Fushuang felt relieved. In the end, she was going to die, at least she tried her best.

Those things that she can never let go of, those things that cannot be forgiven, will eventually dissipate with her demise.

But at the moment when the light came back, in the boundless world, she saw a person.

In the haze, not far in front of her, a man with black hair in snow clothes stood like a sculpture in the snow.

In a trance, all the wind, snow and sorrow in the boundless world were added to his body, no, all the sorrow and snow came from his body.

The wind and snow hit her body with the wind, melting into endless sadness!
The man's snow-white clothes blended with the snow between the sky and the earth, and only the black hair blowing in the wind could prove that he was a living creature.

At that moment, Zhao Fushuang whimpered suddenly, and wailed loudly against the boundless wind and snow.

The snow flew up with the wind, filling her mouth, blurring her eyes, her unconscious legs dragged her dying body and stumbled towards that person.

run!
Run as hard as you can!

Chase towards the man.

Even if it consumes the last trace of life, it will not hesitate!

However, when Zhao Fushuang was finally within walking distance of the man, the figure was completely disillusioned between the floating and the real.

She didn't even get a chance to see his face clearly.

There, only a pair of deep footprints were left.

It turned out that those footprints were really not hers.

"No, don't go."

She knelt in those footprints and raised her head to the sky, screaming in grief.

The heart-piercing wailing made Zhao Fu's life worse than death.

From howling to loss of voice, all the grief is hard to tell.

The heavy snow almost buried her, and she shed tears, but her grief lasted for a long time.

Her broken body fell in the snow and could no longer move, her limbs were stiff, but there was still some consciousness left in the sea of ​​consciousness that had been exhausted.

A clear yet hazy consciousness told her that she didn't want to die.

She wants to meet again.

Goodbye to that person.

But she couldn't name who that person was, and couldn't remember his face.

(End of this chapter)