Ink Blade Chapter 56 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 56.1 Life Hanging in the Balance (part 1)
One piece after another, fragments of ‘Mo’ fell to the ground. There was a sense of sadness for no reason.
In a daze, Mo Ren felt that it was him. It was him who had shattered into countless pieces, falling on the cold ground, surrounded by bloody mud, wild grass, and frosty moonlight.
But he didn’t, he was held by Chu Yan and brought into his arms. The master’s face looked so bad, his arms around him were trembling, as if the master himself was poisoned.
In a blink of an eye, his mouth and nose were covered by Chu Yan’s sleeve, and the master’s hoarse voice was in his ear. “Hold your breath.”
“…” Mo Ren’s eyes were scattered, and he gasped in disorder. The poison had reached the meridians and viscera, and he could no longer hold his breath.
Chu Yan gritted his teeth, quickly hugged him out of the range of poisonous smoke. Then he sat down on the spot, propped Mo Ren’s head on his shoulder, and tapped his acupoints with his fingers to stop the bleeding and seal the poison.
…But it couldn’t be sealed at all.
Mo Ren stayed in the range of poisonous smoke for too long, and he had been running his internal energy at full strength all the time. The poison had already spread all over his body, how could it be sealed?
And it was not known whether it was because of the poison, or because the wound on Mo Ren’s body was too deep, even the blood did not stop, and kept flowing out.
Chu Yan’s lips uncontrollably trembled… The viscous warm liquid on his hand quickly cooled, the surroundings were full of the smell of blood, and the person in his arms was losing life at a rapid speed.
He came late…He came too late.
“Master…”
Mo Ren gasped hard, moved his fingers. He was tightly held in Chu Yan’s arms, the poison surged, and his limbs gradually lost strength. The wind blew through the barren forest, and the branches and leaves shrank. The night seemed to get darker and darker, making it difficult for people to breathe.
“Don’t move around, it’s okay… it’s okay, this Master is here, don’t be afraid.”
Chu Yan held him tightly, the body in his arms was too cold. The palace master randomly tore off his own big cloak and wrapped it around him, and then held Mo Ren’s icy white fingers.
His eyes were already red, gritting his teeth, while transferring internal energy to the guard in his arms, he murmured, “You…you, why are you disobedient again, it was agreed that you would come to see this Master, why did you run to such a far place without a word…”
“It made this Master look for you, Qiu Jun and Ying Yu were almost anxious to death. What’s going on, hmm? Say it yourself, should you be punished?”
Yan Luo had already escaped. Not far away, Bai Hua pulled out a short dagger from his sleeve and wanted to commit suicide. He was knocked down by Qiu Jun with a few silver needles, and then tapped his unconscious acupoint again. The maid’s martial arts were not obvious on weekdays, but at this moment, she knew that her skills were so agile.
Ying Yu’s eyes were bloodshot and wanted to chase Yan Luo, but was called back by Qiu Jun. “Xiao Yu, don’t chase! They have fired a flare, there must be reinforcement over there.”
Ying Yu roared. “But…elder brother he!”
In just a few moments, Mo Ren’s breathing had become very weak. He coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood, his eyelids drooped tiredly, his head and neck were soft and draped on Chu Yan’s shoulder, and he stopped moving.
Chu Yan panicked, he hurriedly went to support Mo Ren’s cheek, and his palm touched the cold skin. “Ah Ren…! Where are you uncomfortable, you…don’t sleep, don’t sleep…you talk to this Master…”
Ying Dian hurriedly knelt down next to him, reached over to touch his pulse, and her face became more and more ugly. Such a vicious poison… She had also played with poison for many years, but she had never seen such a powerful poison. And Guard Mo could hold on under this kind of poison until now, and even just now he used that kind of fatal move. How did he do it…
At this moment, there was no trace of the blood-soaked god of killing on Mo Ren’s body, only weakness and obedience… It was his usual obedience when facing the palace master.
Chu Yan told him not to sleep and talk, so he really tried his best to lift his trembling eyelids and called out in a low voice. “Master…”
The light in his eyes was struggling to gather, like the last dim lamp swaying in the storm, not knowing when it would be completely extinguished.
Chu Yan lowered his head and kissed his cold forehead, his voice trembling. “This Master is here, this Master is here, Ah Ren is not afraid, bear with it and it will be okay soon.”
“That…one move…” Mo Ren tilted his head in the master’s arms and said weakly.
His consciousness was unclear and his thoughts were chaotic, and he didn’t know what he was talking about. The voice was very lost, and it seemed a bit wronged, “Should have…stabbed, but…but the Master called me…”
“Yes, yes…it’s all this Master’s fault. I know Ah Ren is the best, you…”
Chu Yan took a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said, until the last tone was choked. That move…he saw it with his own eyes, that was the most perfect and complete fatal sword move. If it weren’t for Mo Ren withdrawing at the last moment, Yan Luo might have died, but what he would be holding at the moment would definitely also be a corpse.
Chu Yan looked again at the guard who was covered in wounds and on the verge of death. He was in so much pain that he almost passed out, but he still forced himself to reach out.
His fingers touched Mo Ren’s hair, Chu Yan endured the sourness in his eyes, recalling a long time ago when Mo Ren returned from a mission, he then praised him, “You…did very well…”
The guard seemed to have received some comfort, and his expression became more peaceful. His eyelashes kept trembling, and he looked at the broken sword not far away on the ground with a scattered gaze, his voice as light as a feather, “My…sword…”
Chu Yan hurriedly said, “This Master will have it reforged for you when we go back, okay?”
Mo Ren responded in a low voice, and he could only make a sound as thin as a thread. The light in his eyes gradually dispersed, and his eyelids closed again.
