Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 172 Meet again

Taliang knife forging field.

When Niwa rushed back, the swordsmith shop was empty.

Somehow, Niwa returned to the ore smelting site near Tadashi Sand.

A candle was burning in the dark cave, and the flickering flames revealed a human figure.

“Escher.”

Finally found the person, Niwa rushed to him with a cold and questioning tone.

"This ore is problematic and the health of the workers who have come into contact with it has been affected."

Escher remained calm, "Oh? Really? That's a pity."

Niwa gritted his teeth, "You were the one who proposed this method, don't you feel guilty now?"

"Hehe." Escher laughed. "Why should I feel guilty? Did I beg you to use this ore?"

Niwa's face froze, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"Have you forgotten how you begged me to find a place where the ore is gathered for you? Besides, this is your Inazuma's stuff, and you don't even know the details of this ore. Now you let me be responsible for it. Don't you think it's funny?"

Niwa's pupils trembled, his hands clenched into fists, and he spoke with gritted teeth, "You did it on purpose. You made all the sword forging shops in Inazuma use the new method. You wanted to wipe out Inazuma's sword forging industry."

Escher nonchalantly pointed at the huge device in front of him and said, "No, no, no, my target has always been just this small place like yours."

Escher curled his lips and moved closer to Niwa, whispering in his ear, a hint of red light flashed under his gray eyes.

"Thanks to this mining area, it feels good to be better than other forges. It's only fair to pay a corresponding price after gaining benefits, isn't it?"

Niwa felt a chill down his spine as he sensed the terrifying aura of the ordinary man in front of him. He wanted to run away, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he couldn't move at all.

Escher seemed very satisfied with Niwa's reaction. The smile on his lips widened a little. He raised his hand again, and a dagger with a cold glow appeared. The handle of the dagger was decorated with gems and looked extremely gorgeous.

Escher raised his hand and looked at Niwa's heart. The sharp tip of the knife was about to pierce Niwa's chest.

"and many more."

Escher's heart skipped a beat when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He heard a familiar voice and met a pair of clear black eyes.

Cheng Yan shifted his gaze and didn't look at Escher, his eyes fixed on the hair-cutting dagger in his hand.

Escher clenched the dagger and tried to pull his wrist away from Cheng Yan's hand, but he was completely unable to break free from the iron-like grip of the man in front of him.

"Mr. Escher, this dagger looks familiar."

Escher's breathing became a little disordered, and he said in a timid tone, "Let go."

Cheng Yan still held his wrist tightly, and when he raised his eyes, tears were already falling one after another.

"Should I continue to call you Mr. Escher? Thumbs up."

The redness in Escher's eyes could barely be concealed as he pushed away the person blocking his way.

"I said get out of the way!"

"Boom——"

Cheng Yan fell heavily onto a machine that collected power from the gods. His arm touched the device filled with black air. Strands of black air instantly spread along his blood vessels, and black lines covered the back of his hand, which was extremely creepy.

Escher clenched his teeth even tighter and turned his head away to avoid looking at Cheng Yan who fell to the ground.

The calmness just now disappeared without a trace, and now Escher could even be described as embarrassed.

The dagger slashed out effortlessly, and seeing that Danyu was about to become a cold corpse, Cheng Yan rushed out again to block him.

Grasping Escher's wrist that held the dagger, Cheng Yan did not stop him. Instead, he followed his knife-swinging posture and stabbed faster.

The tip of the knife was no longer pointed at Niwa, but at Cheng Yan himself.

The sharp dagger was only an inch away from Cheng Yan's chest. Seeing that he couldn't retract his force, Escher almost stopped breathing.

He used both hands to barely deflect the tip of the knife, but the dagger still stabbed into Cheng Yan's abdomen.

Blood gushed out of the wound. Escher's hands were shaking and he looked up at Cheng Yan in disbelief.

"You're crazy."

Cheng Yan's brows were tightly furrowed. His abdomen was pierced and the rapid loss of blood made his whole body cold.

But she still smiled, and raised her hands to hold Escher's neck, burying her nose in the side of his neck and sniffing.

"Zan Zan, do you know your own scent? It's a fresh plant scent mixed with the smell of medicine. It smells very good. Unfortunately... I can only smell the smell of blood now."

Hearing Cheng Yan's regretful sigh, Zandik's temples throbbed. He pressed hard on the wound on Cheng Yan's abdomen, looked at the snow-white neck with blue veins in front of him, opened his mouth, and bit it hard.

Cheng Yan's tears slid down his cheeks, "Zan Zan, I really miss you. You are right. The moment you left me, I went crazy."

"Don't kill Niwa, don't touch the people around me. I'll let you vent your anger on me, okay? I was the one who hid it from you first, and then left you without saying goodbye. I won't be angry no matter what you do to me, but I'm so scared. I'm so scared that you'll do something to the people around me. You're all very important to me. I don't know what to do."

Tears fell one by one, flowing down his cheeks to Zandik's neck.

The blood flowed more and Zandik couldn't hold it back with one hand. Cheng Yan felt his brain was in chaos. Due to lack of oxygen from crying and blood loss, a vast expanse of white invaded his mind, driving away all the images that Cheng Yan was thinking about.

Before he lost consciousness, Cheng Yan reached out and touched Zandik's face, and his pale and dry lips pressed against Zandik's lips.

"Zanzan, I really, really love you..."

……

Headache……

My eyes hurt...

My arm hurts...

Lower abdomen pain...

My whole body hurts...

Cheng Yan wanted to roll around on the bed in so much pain, but the slightest movement would involve the wounds that seemed to be all over his body, so he could only stay in one position on the bed, breathing heavily.

The slight movement seemed to attract someone nearby. Cheng Yan barely opened his eyes and met a pair of purple eyes.

The Eightfold Son of God came over with his chin in his hand, and when he saw Cheng Yan blink, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Two of them were so worried about you that they were jumping up and down."

Cheng Yan tried hard to sit up, but even though he was sweating from the pain, he couldn't complete such a difficult move.

"Who? Who's worried about me?" Is it Zanzan...

"Of course it's your good friend Raiden Kunibeng. He was injured himself, but he still stayed by your side. He was just taken away by Ying to rest for a while."

"I said, my name is Guo Beng."

Guo Beng strode in expressionlessly, his arm wrapped in a crooked bandage.

Behind him, Ying followed closely, both of them had no expression on their faces. But upon closer inspection, there was a hint of subtle helplessness on Ying's face.

When Guo Beng saw that Cheng Yan was awake, he quickened his pace and walked to Cheng Yan's bedside. Seeing that he was wrapped tightly, he felt his eyes sore.

"How did you get hurt like this? Who did it? I'll vent your anger for you."