The man tried everything he could to commit suicide, but he was stopped by the scorpion monster in his shadow. He couldn't die even if he wanted to.
Uncle Bug stood where he was, crying. His face was full of pain and regret. Han Sen could not understand what he was feeling.
The man's body was covered in wounds, but he was still unable to kill himself.
"Little Flame, stop this." Uncle Bug couldn't help but speak. His voice was conflicted, and he didn't dare say anything.
"Don't go on anymore?
What do you want me to do?
Do you want me to live like this?
Is this what you want? "The man glared at Uncle Bug, his eyes full of hatred.
Uncle Bug was crying. He shook his head and said, "I didn't want this to happen. You were sick, and I had no choice. He told me he could save you, but I didn't think … I didn't think …"
Uncle Bug was sobbing, and he couldn't continue.
"Haha, he really did heal me. He made me immortal … immortal …" The man was laughing, but his laughter was ten thousand times more mournful than crying.
"Little Flame, I … I am sorry," Uncle Bug said.
The man laughed, but it was hard to understand. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just made me wish I was dead."
Uncle Bug squatted on the ground, clutching his white hair. He said, "If I had known this would happen … If I had known … I wouldn't have done this … I wouldn't have … I wouldn't have …"
In the end, Uncle Bug couldn't make out what he was saying. All that could be heard was a whimper.
The man looked at Uncle Bug, whose hair was about to fall out. He sighed and said, "This is my fate."
That sigh contained a lot of helplessness, unwillingness, despair, and regret. Even Han Sen, who was on top of the mountain, was moved.
Uncle Bug and his son spent the whole night in the valley, and the sky was getting brighter. The man looked up at the sky and said, "If you still think of me as your son, then find someone to kill me. I'd rather die than live like this."
"Little Flame!"
Uncle Bug looked at the man, and he wanted to say something. But before he could say anything, the man had already fallen to the ground.
Han Sen was shocked. The man's lifeforce was normal, and his lifeforce was strong. But it was as if he was in a coma. He had lost consciousness.
Uncle Bug walked over with tears in his eyes and carefully put the man in a bag he had prepared. Then, he carried the man out of the valley, mumbling something under his breath as he walked.
If someone who didn't know what was going on saw Uncle Bug, they'd think he was a psychopath.
Han Sen flew up from the top of the mountain and followed Uncle Bug. He wanted to see where he was going.
Listening to Uncle Bug's conversation, Han Sen thought it might have something to do with the God that Dusk spoke of. Perhaps this was the key to solving all his mysteries.
Uncle Bug carried the man into the Forest of a Thousand Insects and returned to the Nest Shelter. Han Sen watched as Uncle Bug carried the man back to his room.
Han Sen waited for Uncle Bug until the next morning. Uncle Bug came out of his room, and he acted as if nothing had happened. He smiled and greeted everyone he saw, and then he left the shelter with a few friends. They were going to hunt creatures.
"Uncle Bug, there is something I need your help with. Can we talk in private?" Han Sen walked in front of Uncle Bug and stopped him.
"Just tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to help." Uncle Bug smiled.
Han Sen said, "I don't want to talk about this, so I want to talk to you in private."
Uncle Bug called his friends and brought Han Sen to an open space outside the shelter.
"Little Han, if there's anything you need, just say it. If this old man can help, I definitely won't let you down."
Uncle Bug lit a cigarette and took a long drag on it. Then, he exhaled the smoke and said, "Don't worry.
"Uncle Bug, have you heard of the Seventh Team?" Han Sen asked directly.
Uncle Bug shook his head and said, "What organization is that?
I've never heard of it. "
"Do you know Han Jingzhi?" Han Sen asked.
Uncle Bug thought for a moment and said, "You mentioned your great-grandfather, Han Jingzhi.
You talk about him a lot, so he must be a good person. "
Han Sen looked at Uncle Bug and said, "You know Dusk, don't you?"
Uncle Bug's eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he hadn't expected Han Sen to mention this person. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm old. I've seen too many people, and I can't remember him."
"You know Little Flame, don't you?" Han Sen asked, looking at Uncle Bug.
Uncle Bug's body shook, and he could no longer hide his emotions. He looked at Han Sen and said, "I've never heard of such a person before."
"Have you forgotten what you wished for?" Han Sen asked, trying to trick him.
After hearing this, Uncle Bug's face changed. He straightened his back and looked at Han Sen like an angry lion. He said, "Who are you?"
Han Sen could feel the lifeforce coming from Uncle Bug, and he was shocked. Uncle Bug was one of the best surpassers he had ever encountered.
If Han Sen didn't count himself, even the best surpassers would be inferior to him.
It was surprising that Han Sen had such a fitness level at such an old age. After all, most humans who ascended from the First and Second God's Sanctuary had very low geno points. Back in Uncle Bug's time, not many people had maxed out on sacred-blood geno points. It was surprising that Han Sen had such a fitness level in the Third God's Sanctuary.
"You know who I am, don't you?
I told you who my great-grandpa was, "Han Sen said, looking at Uncle Bug.
"That's impossible! Old Han can't have children." Uncle Bug looked at Han Sen angrily.
"Why can't he have children?
Everyone can have children, "Han Sen said.
"It could be a person, but he …" Uncle Bug suddenly stopped talking. He looked like a ferocious beast, and he said, "D * mn it! How dare you try to trick me? Who are you?
If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being cruel. "