A Long-Sealed Heart

If you only had two hours left to live, what would you do?

This is a problem Qing Chen encountered at the beginning of his transmigration, and he is facing it again now.

This time, however, fate may not have given him two hours.

The wolves behind him had already seeped into the forest like raindrops. Qing Chen was fast, but the wolves were not slow either.

Qing Chen had never run in knee-deep snow before, and this unfamiliar environment made it difficult for him to reach his full speed.

But wolves are different; they seem to understand this extreme weather better and live for it.

The boy felt his strength rapidly depleting, and it was only a matter of time before he was caught by the wolves.

He could hear the wolf pack's footsteps and panting in the snow, and his own heart pounding like a drum.

All this noise only made the snow-covered forest seem even more silent and vast.

But Qing Chen was not afraid.

Among the wolf pack, more than a dozen of the most agile wolves darted about at breakneck speed, their pace so fast that they managed to flank Qing Chen from both sides...

It's like the blades of a pair of scissors gradually closing together.

Looking down from the withered, snow-covered forests in winter, the sight of wolves hunting on the ground is particularly spectacular.

However, such scenes mostly occur during the season when hunting antelope herds, and it is rare to see hundreds of wolves hunting a single person.

Qing Chen felt as if he had returned to the cold waters of Greenland.

The sky was filled with black clouds, as if the kingdom of gods had descended once more.

Behind and beside me was the surging tide.

This time, however, Yang Yang wasn't with him.

Qing Chen laughed. It seemed as if fate was playing tricks on humanity; what you owe, you will have to pay back sooner or later.

In an instant, the two flanks outflanked his wolf pack and suddenly surrounded him.

Those dozen or so burly wolves were like a wall, blocking Qing Chen's path.

It pounced fiercely!

Facing the approaching pack of wolves, Qing Chen did not slow down at all, calmly flicking the Puppet Master on his wrist.

But the crystal-clear Puppet Master, which had been soft and pliable, suddenly became taut as a knife in the blink of an eye.

Sharp threads pierced through the air like a giant cleaver.

With a single sweeping motion, countless snowflakes in the sky were cut apart.

It swept past tree trunks, leaves, and wolf packs.

The mad Knight True Qi surged into it, and at a certain moment, a huge blade shadow appeared in Qing Chen's hand.

A few tearing sounds.

As Qing Chen clashed with the wolf pack, his figure was torn to shreds by sharp claws and teeth. Amidst the flying shreds of his clothes, several bloody marks appeared on his arms and shoulders.

The marks left by the claws and teeth seemed to be etched into his bones.

But after their figures passed each other...

The towering trees leaned to one side, the snow on them fell in a rustling sound, and the ground echoed with the crisp sound of branches breaking one after another, like the sound of firecrackers.

The wolf, cleaved in two by the flash of the blade, had its scalding blood spilled onto the snow.

More than ten wolves perished in this single encounter.

The snow-covered forest behind Qing Chen collapsed with a deafening roar.

It was as if the tide was disintegrated after the boy encountered it.

Qing Chen felt a burning sensation in the three or four wounds on his body, and large areas of skin were exposed to the cold air.

Fresh blood flowed continuously down the wound.

The wound initially burned, but gradually became numb.

But deep down it still hurts.

The wolf's claws contained a nerve-suppressing toxin.

After running past a large tree, Qing Chen suddenly stopped, turned around, tore off the upper part of his tattered down jacket, threw it on the snow, and laughed loudly, "Come on!"

The boy's hot blood steamed in the cold weather.

At one point, he felt like a dusty, rusty iron box that was reopened the moment a life-or-death crisis struck again.

That was his original soul.

After arriving in the Inner World, he was immersed in the warmth given by Li Shutong, Li Xiurui, and Shadow. The three of them were trying their best to teach him things, but because these three were too dazzling, something of his own was being overshadowed.

It's like when an extremely brilliant person appears in your life, you can't help but imitate their actions, their speech, and yearn for their life.

But other people's lives are ultimately their own.

At this moment, Qing Chen regained what belonged to him.

Beneath the cold, rational depths lies a burning passion.

Qing Chen's mind is extremely quick, and he is also calm and objective.

But the more he did this, the clearer he became about his situation.

He's going to die.

So, if you only had two hours left to live, what would you do?

I'll stand up and tell this damn world, I'm not afraid.

It means standing up to those who want to hurt you and making them pay the price.

The last time he rode his bike in the autumn wind, he reported his father.

This time, he wanted to stand in this snow forest with dignity and fight to the very last second.

Until he dies.

The wolf pack hesitated for a moment when faced with the fierce young man.

They surrounded the boy, walking slowly through the woods, gradually enveloping him.

The boy among the wolves pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, tossed the box aside, and began shuffling the remaining 53 cards faster and faster in his hands.

The next second, the wolf pack surged forward.

But then the playing cards in the boy's hand flew out one by one from his fingertips like flying flowers.

The playing cards flying through the air were like knives, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

No wolf can escape death once it's targeted by a playing card. The card is terrifyingly sharp; when it hits a wolf's abdomen, it can even sever its ribs and pierce through its body.

Qing Chen's fingers were steady and strong, without the slightest tremor.

In just a few breaths, only the Joker card remained out of the 53 playing cards.

The colorful Joker was held between his two fingers, standing out vividly against the gray and white snow.

Beside him, fifty-two wolves lay on the ground, struggling and unable to get up.

The scene was both tragic and spectacular.

The remaining wolves continued to close in, seemingly unaffected by the death of their companions, resolutely and fiercely carrying out their hunting plan.

Qing Chen did not flick the playing card between his fingers; instead, he left it there.

The moment the wolf pounced on him, Qing Chen ducked slightly, and the extremely sharp playing card between his fingers slid across the wolf's belly above his head.

The wolf was already dead when it hit the ground; its internal organs spilled out onto the ground, and a foul stench filled the snow.

Another wolf pounced from behind Qing Chen, but it seemed as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He turned around, grabbed the wolf's neck fur, and with his other hand, he chopped a playing card at the wolf's neck and pulled hard.

The wolf's head had been cut off in half!

That Joker was Qing Chen's last weapon among the wolves.

There is probably no one in the world who has ever seen such sharp playing cards.

At that moment, someone outside the wolf pack suddenly laughed and said, "Why struggle so hard?"

Qing Chen, panting, laughed and said, "You call this struggling?"

This is clearly the flame of will.

Life should be like a candle, burning brightly from beginning to end!

As he spoke, he once again engaged in battle with the wolves.

He didn't know who the people outside the wolf pack were or what they wanted to do, but none of that mattered at the moment.

Gradually, the Knight True Qi was exhausted, and even the playing cards in his hand curled up like blades, no longer so sharp.

A wolf rushed up to Qing Chen and began to bite him.

With a flick of his wrist, Qing Chen slashed the playing card across the wolf's neck, but failed to sever it.

Caught off guard, the wolf bit his arm.

No matter how Qing Chen swung, he couldn't shake off his opponent.

A soft laugh came from outside the wolf pack.

Qing Chen sneered. Instead of shaking off the wolf's jaws, he fiercely endured the pain and tucked the wolf's head under his arm.

With a snap, the wolf's hard spine was broken in its neck!

The wolf slowly released its grip, revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound on Qing Chen's forearm; the stark white bone and flesh were a horrifying sight.

Qing Chen stood there, holding the wolf, and laughed, "Come on, what's the point of hiding outside the wolf pack?"

Those outside the wolf pack fell silent, while the wolves attacked even more fiercely.

Qing Chen's back was covered in blood, with more than twenty wounds tearing the flesh apart.

Gradually, the toxins that numbed his nerves accumulated more and more in his body.

Qing Chen's bitten right arm was too heavy to lift, so he waved his left arm.

He couldn't exert any strength where his leg had been bitten, so he knelt on the ground to defend himself.

Those outside the wolf pack fell increasingly silent.

If you only had two hours left to live.

Let alone two hours, even if there are only two minutes or two seconds left.

We must live life to the fullest.

In those years, when he ran out of living expenses, he had to earn them himself.

He grew accustomed to loneliness because no one paid him any attention.

He has eaten leftovers from other people's tables and seen countless cold stares from others. He has survived step by step to this day, all thanks to his desperate efforts.

Courage and passion—that's the essence of his life.

Snow is falling.

Qing Chen knelt in the snow until there was no more intact skin on his body, until he could no longer lift his arms, until he finally closed his eyes in the snow.

I'm so tired.

The boy wanted to close his eyes and take a nap.

He might wake up to find himself still at home, and the time travel might just be a dream.

The wolves stopped attacking and tearing at each other; they slowly dispersed, making way for a path.

A middle-aged man slowly walked into the battlefield, looking at the boy kneeling on the ground without saying a word. The white snow and blood were thick and intense. This was probably the most magnificent battle he had ever seen in his life, even though the boy in front of him was only a C-Class.

No wonder the family made him take action personally.

So this is the kind of troublesome person he is.

No wonder the family is making such a fuss over a C-Class. If this boy grows up, many people probably won't be able to sleep at night.

The middle-aged man suddenly said, "I know you've been pretending until now, trying to deliver the final blow. But you must understand, the difference between A-rank and C-Class is like the clouds in the sky versus the soil on the ground. No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain. If a wolf dies, I can find a new one, but you only have one life. Remember my name, Kamiyo Yunhe. We'll be traveling together for a long time to come."

Just then, Qing Chen suddenly opened his eyes, flipped a white card in his palm, and launched it out with his last bit of Knight True Qi.

The middle-aged man was right. Even with his last breath, Qing Chen's exhausted expression was nothing more than a desire to lure the enemy closer, giving him a chance to deliver a fatal blow.

A deck of cards has 54 cards, but a box of cards has 55 cards, plus a white card with manufacturing information printed on it.

Qing Chen kept it in the hope that the other party would forget that there was such a card when they were counting.

But as the middle-aged man said, the gap in strength between them was too great, so great that no matter how hard Qing Chen tried, he could not bridge the gap with courage and wisdom.

The playing card flew towards the face of Kamiyo Yunhe, but he merely flicked his finger, and the card turned to dust the instant his fingertip touched it.

Seeing that Qing Chen had completely fainted, the middle-aged man said to Xue Lin behind him, "Come out, all of you. Search him, check for Forbidden Item on him, and then leave here as soon as possible, heading north. If that shadow returns, we will all die here."