Chapter 744 - 355: The Dead Cannot Return, but the Living Can Still Be Saved

You Su still had those clear eyes, distinct in black and white.

His vision improved, but he still couldn’t see this world clearly like a normal person, just that the blurriness diminished a bit, as if there was always a rough pane of glass between him and the world before him.

But even he could clearly sense the world outside turning from white to black.

If it were the same time on the Zhongyuan Continent, it would likely be deep night by now.

The Clan Leader had not yet returned.

Bai Ze lay on the table, asleep in comfort, a small pink tongue hanging from its lips, its belly exposed, completely unsuspecting of potential danger. Suddenly, You Su somewhat understood why it always stayed in Cangshan and never ventured out; perhaps living in one’s comfort zone indefinitely was a kind of happiness.

But when it wakes up, it would never admit it fell asleep under the caresses of this despicable human, even wagging its tail asking for more strokes.

You Su closed the window, thought for a moment, then took out a piece of animal hide to cover it.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Great God... have you rested?" The voice of Xiaolu was very light, with a strong sense of probing.

You Su opened the door, and the moment Xiaolu saw the young man, his timid expression quickly became animated, as if seeing hope.

"What’s the matter?" You Su asked.

"It’s, it’s just..." Xiaolu seemed a bit reluctant to speak.

"Feel free to say, it’s alright."

"It’s just that I wanted to borrow some money from you..." Xiaolu, stammering, finally revealed the reason, "We don’t have the local currency here; all the money is with the Clan Leader, but the Clan Leader seems to have been gone for a long time. Earlier, we asked the innkeeper for a pot of hot water. He said we had requested water too many times, and the free water was used up, that it would cost money from now on. Even when we offered items for exchange, they refused..."

These people from the Xuesang Tribe might have only those dried meats as valuable possessions. But the inns here, hard as it is to open business, certainly don’t want dried meats, but real money.

You Su pursed his lips, without much hesitation, took out a handful of silver shards from the Qiankun Bag.

Xiaolu’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the shining stone, "This, this is a lot of money, right!"

"Keep them well. You only need to give one piece to draw water. If any other clansmen need water, it will be your responsibility to pay. But remember, don’t tell others I gave it to you." After instructing Xiaolu, You Su stepped past him, intending to lock the door.

Xiaolu was extremely happy, "When the Clan Leader returns, I will definitely have him repay you! Eh, Great God, where are you going?"

"I’m going to find him." You Su left these words and walked down the stairs.

By the time he descended the stairs, his felt hat, high collar, and sunglasses were all donned again.

He walked on the cold, deserted street, always feeling that Beiji City was especially cold under the night’s cover.

In fact, the reason for You Su’s long despondency wasn’t because of being misunderstood. He never cared about others’ opinions. Even if seen as a heinous villain in outsiders’ eyes, it wouldn’t matter. What truly tormented him was unintentionally affecting those he cherished, far more painful than mere infamy.

But after thinking for so long, his sense of self-blame eased a bit. The connection of the Power of the True God remained, on the golden paper formed by the golden silkworm, his senior sister, junior sister, Xueruo, Kong Yue, and Qianhua Venerable were all there, which at least indicated these dependents were still alive. Therefore, he shouldn’t lament, feel self-pity, or need an elder to console him like a child.

Beiji City decayed rapidly, unable to support well-trained soldiers. Not a single patrolling guard could be seen on the streets; the city guards were mostly randomly selected among the middle-aged in the city. Hence, there was no uniform lodging, and most knew each other within the city.

He only spent one piece of silver to get information on the residence of the two city guards from the tavern owner. They lived not too far away.

The darkness was terrifying, the residents of Beiji City had almost no nighttime activities, sleeping early, with only a few scattered houses still lit amidst the vast city.

This unsettled You Su further; Chen Yi had been gone for quite too long.

Had he overdrank and fallen asleep at a city guard’s home?

You Su shook his head at the thought; this elder harbored an absolute obsession, never doing something like being delayed by drinking.

In his eyes, the elder was an ordinary man who had erred but aspired to redeem himself, not good, but of decent essence.

Such a man should pursue his own desires, not toil for him.

These people couldn’t offer him aid, rather, he might endanger them.

He had decided, upon finding the elder, he would bid farewell and leave alone in the night, although still clueless about where to go next.

Suddenly, You Su’s nose twitched slightly, catching a peculiar scent.

It was the smell of blood!

At first, he thought he was mistaken since the rough animal hides on him carried a faint blood scent, but this scent in the air was damp and warm.

Clearly, it was freshly spilled blood!

You Su immediately quickened his pace, running towards the direction of the blood scent. He turned two street corners and quickly confirmed the scent was coming from the only still-lit house.