Hunting the Fire Lizard

Lu Yuan's back began to sweat, the perspiration running down his spine.

He felt the dormant cells throughout his body slowly awakening. He sensed the existence of "qi," an icy, murderous aura—the mark of a powerful lifeform.

The cold Grim Reaper was driving away the lice called "loneliness."

I'm afraid of death.

Lu Yuan thought, If I win, then I'd better not die.

The breeze carried a hot, fishy stench—the Fire Lizard's heavy body odor.

Lu Yuan did not dare go any farther. He left the cart where it was.

"This is upwind. It'll definitely smell the fish." His body trembled slightly.

"Come on. I know you won't be poisoned to death so easily. Let's have a real Dragon-Tiger Battle!"

Lu Yuan hid behind a large rock in the distance and waited quietly.

His nerves were slightly taut, yet he was not overly nervous. He could only feel the pounding of his heart and a passion he had not felt in a long time, like withered wood meeting spring and slowly coming back to life.

This surge of adrenaline gave him the strange feeling that I'm actually alive.

It was a little strange.

But not unpleasant.

Actually, long ago—well, not that long ago, just a hundred days earlier—Lu Yuan had never understood what went through the minds of people who did extreme sports.

He had always thought those people jumping around on top of skyscrapers had something seriously wrong with their heads.

Now, he seemed to understand a little...

Only when we struggle onward yet keep falling back, until we touch that eternal night, do we understand the meaning of "being alive."

"Hey, buddy, aren't you going to have some free food?"

Lu Yuan called out loudly. "Free food! Come on, eat!"

The Fire Lizard seemed to be asleep.

After