Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 208 Sing for me

"This way..." Han Qiu lay on Sakurai Kogure's back and pointed in the direction.

The seclusion of the forest meant the three men didn't have to worry about being discovered naked.

I don't have the energy to think about this matter now.

There was no more blood flowing out of Han Qiu's wound. Sakurai Kogure only noticed his injury after carrying him on his back.

The bones were broken into pieces. It looked like it was not a complete person being carried, but just a loose skeleton.

If it weren't for the flesh, the broken bones would probably fall off like spare parts.

How did he last so long? He even used his words to dig through the unfinished tunnel.

Yes, he said he was a dragon.

But the power of dragons is so great that they can’t even harm the Emperor, so they can only rely on some tricks to escape?

"Go this way..." Han Qiu pointed the way again.

"How far is it?" asked Sakurai Kogure.

"Keep running along this side, near the sea, on the edge of Tokyo, you can see a small wooden house..."

"I know, I know, please stop talking." Sakurai Kogure looked back to see if Ryoma Momoe was following.

"I'm afraid I fell asleep, hehe..." Han Qiu's voice became weaker and weaker, "Don't worry, I won't die... I still have to go home..."

"We're almost home, almost home." Sakurai Kogure had never seen such a crazy man.

"Just talk, don't let me fall asleep... It will also keep you awake. Don't degenerate into an unconscious ghost... Otherwise, my efforts will be in vain..."

"I won't, I won't... I still want to see him."

"That's good...that's good...your hair smells good..."

"I'll tell you what you want to hear." Sakurai Kogure raised his voice.

"I remember he can sing opera, can you sang..."

"Yes, I can do a little."

"You wouldn't be unwilling to sing for me, would you? If not, you can just tell me a story. I don't even know how you met him, and how you fell in love with him..."

Sakurai Kogure didn't have the energy to worry about how Han Qiu knew so much. She sang the opera that the man had taught her.

Ryoma Baihui chased closely behind with Uesugi Yue's knife, falling several times along the way, but still got up and continued running.

Han Qiu used this knife to dig a passage, and the soil was dyed red with his blood.

In the darkness, Sakurai Kogure and Ryuma Momoe could only smell the blood. Only after digging through did they see the creepy scene of blood-red soil.

A floating dream, three lives are fleeting...

Sakurai Kogure's singing gradually became quieter. She could no longer feel the man's heartbeat on her back, and her breathing became fainter.

"Hey, Hirano-kun! Hirano-kun!" Tears flowed down Sakurai Kogure's eyes. She had already seen the small wooden house.

Built on the seashore, it is a residence with stunning views.

Facing the sea and the sky, the waves are sweeping over the rocks below the cliff, and the clouds are drifting aimlessly with the wind.

Is this his secret base? With nowhere else to go, he can only hide in such a remote place with the sea breeze for company?

There is no safety here at all, it's just hidden enough. If someone comes looking for me, can I just jump into the sea and escape?

"Hirano-kun... we're home." Sakurai Kogure closed his eyes and pushed open the wooden door.

The smell of damp hit me in the face. It was so simple, with only a bed and some simple wooden furniture that was a bit moldy.

Sakurai Kogure laid Han Qiu on the bed, just like he was fiddling with a corpse.

She leaned close to Han Qiu's chest and listened carefully.

Ryoma Baihui stumbled to the door, and when she saw Sakurai Kogure's gesture to keep quiet, she held her breath.

He's not dead. He still has a heartbeat, but it's very weak. So is his breathing. You can't feel it unless you look closely.

This condition, in a normal person, is a symptom of death, a state of near death.

But Han Qiu seemed to maintain this state no matter how long Sakurai Kogure waited.

Word Spirit Winter, reduces the body's functions to the point where it can only sustain what is needed for survival, or even appear to be in a state of suspended animation.

"A means of maintaining life?" Sakurai Kogure realized the problem.

He is a dragon. How could a dragon die so easily?

Sakurai Kogure breathed a sigh of relief and started searching the house.

The current situation is not something she and Ryoma Baihui can handle. She doesn't know how long Han Qiu can stay in this near-death state.

Two phone numbers, Sakurai Kogure can only pin his hopes on these.

She didn't know who the owner of the phone number was, but the person who could make Han Qiu tell her the truth in such a desperate situation must be someone who could save him.

Sakurai Kogure searched almost every corner of the house, but in the end he only found a few pieces of clothing and some human skin masks.

Isn't this your secret base? Why is there nothing here?

There is no money, let alone communication tools...Isn't this your home?

Sakurai Kogure was increasingly unable to understand this man. She picked up a human skin mask and held it tightly in her hands.

"Ryoma Baihui." She took a deep breath and ordered, "Put on these clothes and find a way to call those two numbers and tell them about Hirano Kaede's situation."

"Sakurai-senpai...what about you?" Ryoma Momoe knew that Sakurai Kogure's situation was not much better.

It all depends on human will and the power of the medicine in the body to resist and not fall into the abyss.

Ryoma Baihui and Han Qiu are truly naked, while Sakurai Kogure is covered with a layer of scaly armor.

"Leave the knife behind. No matter what happens, you must save him." Sakurai Kogure was not telling or discussing, but ordering.

Ryoma Baihui took the clothes and said, "I understand."

She placed the invincible knife next to Sakurai Kogure.

There was a tacit understanding between the two women, and at this critical moment, there was no need for any more words.

Sakurai Kogure watched Ryoma Momoe close the door of the cabin, then she held the blade in reverse and pointed the tip at her heart.

Once she loses control and falls into the abyss, she will seize that momentary opportunity to end her life.

……

After the flames were extinguished, the rubble was cleared away.

After the door of the underground passage was opened, Yuan Zhisheng entered alone.

This time it was a gang war, and he was not equipped with weapons that could cause enough damage to dragons, except for himself and Uesugi Yue.

A strong flashlight illuminates the winding passage, following the blood trail all the way forward.

Five minutes ago, Sakura reported to Gen Chisei: Uesugi Yue punched open the alloy door of the underground passage exit and went in alone to check the situation.

The physical strength of a hybrid is not as good as that of a pure-blooded dragon, but the Emperor is not considered a regular hybrid.

After walking for a distance, bloodstains appeared at a fork in the road.

After turning a corner, Gen Chisei met Uesugi Yue who had returned from investigation.

"This road is a dead end, buried by the mountain, and the traces of soil are newly dug." Uesugi Yue was not very good at reporting situations, so he simply stated his own judgment: "They escaped from here. This is another exit, and then they blew it up."

"Did he run away?" Yuan Zhisheng was a little surprised, but soon felt relieved.

Leave it to the academy. The people from Angers should be here soon.

Yuan Zhisheng really couldn't spare too much energy to worry about Han Qiu's affairs. Of course he had to deal with it, but if the people from the college headquarters took the lead, it would be much easier for him.

It won’t be too late to deal with this dragon after we finish what we need to do.

At least in this fight, this dragon is not as powerful as imagined. It just has more words and is more troublesome.