Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

99. To Leave II

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Zhuo Hua immediately sat up and looked around the room, but he still couldn’t find Chen.

“Chen?” Zhuo Hua let out a call, but no one answered.

‘He is just a three or four-year-old child. Where can he go?’

Zhuo Hua opened the door, and it was snowing heavily outside. Zhuo Hua was blown back a few steps by the bluster, and he felt even colder.

‘It should have been two days before winter. Why is it snowing today? The snow is so heavy that I can barely see things ten meters away.’

Zhuo Hua suddenly flopped to the ground. He used up all his strength just to resist the coldness in his body.

Zhuo Hua tried his best to open his eyes. He looked at the yard, but still failed find Chen.

His felt inexplicably nervous. ‘Where can Chen go?’

By the time, there was a howl of wolf in the distance. Zhuo Hua couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the clothes made of animal fur hanging by the door and rushed out.

In the heavy snow, Zhuo Hua searched aimlessly, looking from the side of the cottage to the far distance. He was in fear of missing even one small place.

“Chen… Chen…” Zhuo Hua was looking for Chen while calling him.

His teeth were chattering. And the heat on his body was losing little by little. In this heavy snow, Chen was easy to be in danger.

Zhuo Hua gradually slowed down, and his call became increasingly faint. Finally, he fell flat on his face.

Zhuo Hua’s strength has been exhausted. He curled up on the ground like a newborn baby, weak and helpless.

When Nan Chen returned to Hexian Village, it was in the next morning.

Last night, something took place in the demon clan, and he had to go back to deal with some matters. However, if Zhuo Hua woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t see him, he would surely be suspected by Zhuo Hua. Therefore, Nan Chen cast a Psychedelic Spell to Zhuo Hua so that he could sleep soundly.

To his surprise, he had underestimated the impact of the coldness within Zhuo Hua’s body: Zhuo Hua woke up for the torture of the coldness even after being given the spell.

When Nan Chen was about to sneak back early in the morning, he found a lot of people standing at the door.

He felt strange. It was so early in the morning, and usually no one would visit here. ‘How would so many people come today?’

Nan Chen changed into Chen’s appearance and then walked towards them.

When someone looked back and saw Chen, he said in surprise, “Isn’t Chen here?”

At that time, everyone present all looked at him.

Mrs. Zhang shoved the crowd and came up to Chen, “Chen, where have you been? Why didn’t you say anything before running out? It happens to be leap year, and the snow is heavy in the mountains. Hua didn’t see you last night, and he looked for you everywhere. The snow was so heavy, how could Hua stand it…”

At the end, Mrs. Zhang had a lump in her throat.

Nan Chen had a bad omen. He ran into the room, only to find that Zhuo Hua was lying in bed while the doctor in the village was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking Zhuo Hua’s pulse.

Zhuo Hua’s face looked gray. Even people who had never studied medicine knew that this man would soon die.

Nan Chen was stiff for a while. He moved towards Zhuo Hua step by step.

‘I… I have already given Zhuo Hua a spell. Why did he wake up?’

For the cultivators, two or three years were just a flick of an eye. Nan Chen thought that he would be very happy to see Zhuo Hua suffer and gradually die.

He never thought that it was sunny summer day not long ago, but why it suddenly snowed heavily at night.

‘I… I didn’t want Zhuo Hua to die now.’

Nan Chen felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He thought at first that after dealing with the affairs in the demon clan, he could lie in a warm quilt and watch Zhuo Hua busy with cooking every day.

‘But, can anyone tell me, everything now is not true?’