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Zhu Yanfeng narrowed his eyes. "From the sound of it, you and Barton used to be more than just close. You were one of his trusted confidants, weren't you?"
"Trusted confidant..." The words escaped Dou Jing's cracked lips, and that question burst open the floodgates of memory.
Twenty-one years earlier, at the Soul-Eating Crystal Mine.
The shrieks of the Thousand-Year Crystal Scorpions scraped against the survivors' eardrums and nerves like a whetstone from hell.
Dou Jing, then the deputy battalion captain of the Soul Hunting Department, leaned against the cold rock wall, his soul power guttering like a dying lamp. Behind him stood the members of his company, equally battered and on the brink of death.
Dark red shells and spectral blue venomous pincers filled his vision. The stench of death hung too thick to disperse.
"Old Dou! Duck!" A thunderous shout exploded.
A figure covered in dark brown, rocklike scales charged forward with savage momentum, smashing aside the three Thousand-Year Crystal Scorpions lunging at Dou Jing like a giant humanoid rhinoceros!
At that moment, the phantom of a massive crocodile, gleaming with cold metallic light, reared up and roared behind Barton. His heavy, vicious crocodile-tail hammer swept through a full arc, tearing a bloody gap straight through the surging tide of Crystal Scorpions.
"Go!" Barton's hand clamped down like iron tongs, seizing the nearly spent Dou Jing. With every ounce of strength he had, he hurled him toward a relatively safe elevated platform behind them.
Squelch!
The instant Dou Jing's body left the ground, a Crystal Scorpion's spear-sharp tail stinger, glowing with deadly spectral blue venom, punched straight through Barton's left shoulder blade!
Scalding blood splashed across Dou Jing's cheeks like spilled ink.
That night, a campfire flickered in a cold, dank corner of the