Chapter Forty: Wolf and Bear (Part Two)

The group had no choice but to prepare for an attack; however, glancing around at the herbs, they saw that many were already in disarray, and the old immortal was still sleeping soundly within. If this place were destroyed, there was no doubt the old immortal would not spare any of them.

Left with no other option, they decided to escape in another direction, intending to flee into the forested mountains. Little Seven, having fallen and with no one to help her up, nearly ended up in the maw of a wolf-bear. Mo Lan, unable to bear it, reached out and pulled her to safety.

The wolf-bears were simply too fast; the two women quickly lagged behind the others. Qian Yin looked back, clearly displeased, glanced at Coldblood, then slowed her pace, deliberately leading two wolf-bears away in a different direction.

Coldblood, though worried, had no choice but to lure off two more wolf-bears himself. With this exchange, only two wolf-bears remained to chase Mo Lan and Little Seven.

An Feng, meanwhile, ran off in another direction, dashing several hundred meters, only to look back and realize those two wolf-bears had not pursued him at all. He frowned deeply.

Mo Lan and Little Seven kept running toward the edge of a cliff, but the two wolf-bears were relentless in their pursuit—one of them even the wounded beast from before.

As they reached the cliff’s edge, Mo Lan nearly lost her footing, and Little Seven tumbled over, managing to cling to a sharp rock, swaying precariously.

This time, Little Seven showed remarkable strength. She did not scream, though the stone cut her hand and blood dripped steadily down. She loathed this woman and had no desire to beg for help.

Mo Lan’s brow was knit tight as she glanced back at the wolf-bears. They merely watched, eyes glinting, but made no move to attack. Quickly, she lay across the jagged rocks, grasped Little Seven’s hand, and shouted, “Give me your other hand!”

“I don’t need your help, don’t pretend to care. Just go,” Little Seven retorted stubbornly, turning her face away. Though the pain was severe as she gripped the rock, she refused to make a sound.

“If you don’t want to die, give me your hand. I won’t repeat myself,” Mo Lan snapped, angered by how this woman clung to her pride even at death’s door. Here she was, willing to let bygones be bygones to save her, and yet Little Seven still held on so tightly.

Little Seven glanced down—the depths below were unfathomable, surely lined with rocks. If she fell, death would be both certain and painful.

If she died, nothing would matter anymore. Should she take the gamble and trust this woman?

She looked at Mo Lan again, seeing the honesty in her eyes—so different from her own shadowed heart. No wonder people liked Mo Lan more.

Taking a deep breath, she finally reached out her other hand. Mo Lan grasped it firmly and pulled her up.

At that moment, a wolf-bear lunged suddenly. Mo Lan shoved Little Seven away, and the beast tumbled over the edge with her.

Little Seven was stunned. Though she landed hard on the rocks, the sight of Mo Lan falling over the cliff turned her face ashen. The remaining wolf-bear turned and fled, likely to summon reinforcements.

Little Seven sat dazed on the ground, found her undamaged cell phone, and urgently dialed the chief’s number.

“Uncle, please send people quickly—Deputy Captain Mo Lan fell from the cliff. Remember to bring a doctor. We’re in the deep forest, at the tallest cliff.”

The chief’s face blanched. How had this girl gotten mixed up with Mo Lan again? And Mo Lan had fallen—could it have been the girl who pushed her?

“What happened? Don’t tell me you pushed her?”

Hearing the stern voice, Little Seven shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face as she choked out, “It was the wolf-bear. She fell because she was saving me.”

The chief wasted no time, immediately dispatching his men to the rescue. It just so happened that Liu Fei was sent. Upon hearing the news, Liu Fei dropped everything in his hands and ran for the car, leaving his things behind.

“What happened to the captain?” someone called.

“Deputy Captain Mo Lan is hurt. We need to support her—move!” Liu Fei roared, driving off without a backward glance.

Mo Lan herself could not say why she had risked her life to save Little Seven. All she knew was that as the wolf-bear pushed her over the edge, the beast cradled her gently, shielding her from harm. It startled and pained her.

Again and again, sharp rocks pierced the wolf-bear’s body, yet it paid no heed, rolling desperately down the slope. Its head and limbs were battered and bruised, wounds everywhere.

After tumbling for over ten minutes, Mo Lan lost consciousness. The wolf-bear had died long before, but its body continued to shield her as they rolled.

At last, they reached the bottom. The wolf-bear never released its hold, but Mo Lan’s breathing was unimpeded, and so she remained unconscious.

When Mo Lan fell, An Feng’s heart thundered in his chest. He frowned, braced himself against a tree, and slowly sat down. “What’s going on? Why do I feel such pain?” he muttered to himself.

“So, you’re that person’s child?” came a strange voice.

An Feng jerked to his feet, staring at the figure approaching. The man reached out, hand clasping An Feng’s throat. An Feng did not resist, studying the man’s features, though in the night it was difficult to discern.

At the moment their skin touched, An Feng unleashed his power. He saw that this man was from another world, and witnessed all he had done.

“You’re quite clever, boy.”

“You’re from another world—you should go back. You don’t belong here.” An Feng gripped the man’s hand, twisted it aside, and shoved him away, eyes cold as ice.

A hollow laugh. “Your mother was from that world, too. She went back, but have you ever wondered about her fate?”

An Feng fell silent, for there were some things he had long pretended had never happened.

“They call me Boss. I’m here to experience this world. If I like it, perhaps I’ll rule here. Interested in being my right hand?” Boss’s eyes were vacant and unfathomable.

“I’m not interested. And you’d best not meddle in this world’s affairs, or I’ll stop you,” An Feng replied, striding away—he knew this man would become his enemy. The incident with the Mo family had already been their second confrontation.

Boss burst into wild laughter, offering no reply and making no move to pursue, simply standing silently where he was.

An Feng returned to the old immortal’s dwelling, discovering that no one else had come back. Glancing at the time, he saw dawn was near. Why had the others not returned? By rights, the wolf-bears should have retreated by now.

The next to return was Little Seven, limping slowly from the other side, clearly injured.

Before An Feng could speak, she burst into tears. “Deputy Captain was pushed off the cliff by a wolf-bear. Please, go save her!”

In that instant, An Feng’s heart stopped, then began to pound wildly. Without another word, he sprinted for the cliff.