Mountain God, Please Help Me Take Care of Him

"Your mission is to guard the man-eating tree. My mission is to guard Longshan and Tingfeng City! Why did you come out? You don't need to worry about me. Even if I die out here, you can't leave A Qing's side!

If this happens again, I'll kill you!"

His fierce expression made it seem like he really might kill the person in front of him.

Zhang Shuhui bit her lip, crying as she quickly shoved the sugar water into Yan Chi's hand. Then, she retreated back to the man-eating tree and re-established the barrier.

She knew that Lord Yan Chi was definitely just trying to scare her.

He had said this many times before, always with a fierce tone, but he had never actually laid a hand on her.

The man-eating tree's soft branches gently stroked Zhang Shuhui's head, its leaves rustling.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She was so scared. Ever since the Cult Master left, she felt lost every single day.

She felt like she would die in this world, that she couldn't go back...

On the outer perimeter, everyone was recuperating.

The Longshan monsters, who were usually full of energy after every training session, now wore only expressions of numbness and anger.

Xu Rizhao helped Old Cripple Granny bandage wounds and distribute medicine.

During these days, he truly understood why Jiang You was so determined to come to Longshan.

He had thought Longshan was a place for the old, weak, and infirm, people who couldn't take care of themselves.

However, when the enemy invaded and he saw the old monsters of Longshan unleash their full power, charging into the enemy camp like specters, he realized he had judged them by their appearance.

Tingfeng City and its surrounding allied villages had nearly thirty thousand people combined, but the core fighting force had always been the four hundred-plus members of the Longshan Tribe.

While they didn't possess abilities like summoning wind or rain, each of them had strength and speed beyond that of ordinary humans. What was most terrifying was their endurance; they had incredible stamina.

Abilities could be depleted, but the people of the Longshan Tribe could continue attacking unless their heads were directly severed. They were warriors in the truest sense.

More terrifying than zombies.

And under Jiang You's training, their speed was astonishingly fast and their reactions were agile, making it almost impossible to sever their heads in a single blow.

More than half of the people from the other villages had already died.

But out of the four hundred-plus members of the Longshan Tribe, fewer than twenty had sacrificed themselves so far.

Such a survival rate was something even elite ability user units wouldn't dare to imagine.

It would be a lie to say the people from the other villages weren't envious, but when they thought that as long as they survived this war, they would gain the same recovery abilities as them, they felt that everything still held hope.

These people, born and raised in the mountains, saw the mountains as an extension of their own bodies.

Number Nine City asking them to evacuate the mountains and go to bases outside was worse than killing them.

Rather than being sent to a place where they would be at others' mercy, they would rather fight for it.

People from the cities would never understand why the trees in the mountains had such straight trunks.

Civilization had its weapons, and barbarism had its own core.

As Xu Rizhao bandaged people, he cursed the inhumane Number Nine City under his breath for using such a despicable thing as corrosive fluid.

The lawns of Longshan were covered with people burned by the corrosive fluid.

The most severely injured, unable to bear the pain, frantically begged their companions to kill them.

The usually mischievous children seemed to have grown up quickly. Older children led the younger ones, helping the adults, fetching things, delivering medicinal herbs, and bandaging the wounded.

The children still in their open-crotch pants didn't understand death, but they instinctively felt sad.

Meanwhile, by the cliff edge.

A'ying quietly held Nabar, sitting on the grass by the cliff. The sky was filled with burning clouds.

The sunset was very red, so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

The blood from the sunset dripped onto the forests and vegetation of Longshan.

The distant clamor and the roars of decaying corpses echoed in the valley. It was the life of Longshan struggling, desperately searching for hope amidst death.

Nabar wouldn't survive. That giant thing from Number Nine City, the one that sprayed poisonous liquid, was like a monster sewn together from countless mutated beast corpses.

Its level had surpassed everyone's understanding.

Its hide was incredibly tough, and it seemed to feel no pain; it was impossible to kill.

After sacrificing many people, Nabar finally found an opportunity. The moment it opened its mouth to spray poisonous liquid, he charged headfirst into its mouth, entered the monster's body, and tore its internal organs apart from the inside...

The monster was dead...

Nabar had also become a bloody mess. His clothes were all gone, and his skin was completely scorched away.

As he struggled to cut open the monster's belly and crawl out, his eyes had already been completely corroded, leaving only a cloudy haze.

He was too severely injured. The power of his fruit seemed unable to save him.

Everyone else was recovering quickly, but he remained far away, his life force growing weaker.

"Sister Ahua, Dad said that the day I become an adult, I'd invite you to watch the sunset, but you always refused me. Sister Ahua, is the sunset very beautiful?"

"Yes, the sunset at Longshan is beautiful."

Ah Hua's broad, sturdy frame was warm and solid, filling Nabar with a sense of security, like the mother he'd always imagined. Holding him, she made Nabar feel exceptionally warm.

"Sister Ahua, if I invite you to watch the sunset again, will you agree?"

At Longshan, agreeing to watch the sunset with someone meant accepting their feelings.

Ahua lowered her head. This child she had watched grow up, whom she treated like a younger brother, but who had always wanted to be her man.

"Nabar, do you really want to watch the sunset with me?"

"Yes."

"Adou wants to talk to you."

"No!"

Nabar trembled suddenly, his voice involuntarily taking on a slight tremor. "Sister Ahua, don't let Adou come over. Don't let her remember me like this.

In the future, when she thinks of me, she'll only remember a terrifying monster..."

Ahua gently kissed Nabar's forehead. "Nabar, your heart has been deceived by yourself. I hope next time, you will invite someone you truly like to watch the sunset with."

Nabar fell silent.

Adou, standing beside them, was already in tears, but she didn't cry out loud. Her slender body was clad in a tattered, dark red combat uniform, and her collarbone was covered in a thick, black herbal paste.

Her hair, matted and dried from blood, clung tightly to her delicate and lovely face, devoid of its former innocence.

Having gone through the baptism of blood, she was now a qualified warrior.

Her sorrow could only be washed away by the lives of others.

The one who would truly watch the sunset with Nabar was not Ahua, but Adou.

She tremblingly reached out and grasped Nabar's bloody hand, forcing her voice to steady as she spoke gently.

"Nabar, you idiot."

"I forgive your obtuseness. I'll wait for you to invite me to watch the sunset next time. You must swear to the Mountain God that you'll never deceive your own heart again.

Look, everyone saw your heart, only you didn't see it clearly."

Nabar's fingers twitched slightly, and a faint, unreadable smile touched his lips. He weakly replied, "Swear to the Mountain God..."

He wanted to talk to Adou. At this moment, he suddenly realized he had so many things he wanted to say to her.

He wanted her to live well, wanted her to find someone better to watch the sunset with...

But these weren't the things he most wanted to say...

What he most wanted to say was: I swear to the Mountain God, next time I will definitely invite you to see the most beautiful sunset...

He wanted to say: I've seen many beautiful flowers in the mountains, but none compare to your smile...

Before he could finish, his hand lost all strength and went limp in Adou's palm.

Feeling his body gradually grow cold, Adou's voice trembled. "Nabar, I swear to the Mountain God that I will defend Longshan and wait for the debt collector to return!"

She gently placed his hand down, then quickly rushed to the mountain peak.

Ahua, "Adou, what are you doing? It's time for rest!"

Nabar's father, "Child, stop!"

Adou acted as if she hadn't heard them. She nimbly drew the long spear from her back, hooked it onto the cable at the peak of Longshan, and leaped down. Her figure was like a bird piercing through a storm, her tears wiped away by the mountain wind in the canyon.

"Nabar, wait for me on the other side of the rainbow. And... Mountain God, please help me take care of him..."

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