Chapter 480 - You Heartless Thing!
Chapter 480: You Heartless Thing!
Huanhuan’s gaze was extremely firm. “Yes!”
The prophet’s tone was flat and devoid of emotion. “Remember what you said.”
Huanhuan only wanted to save Little Brat now.
If she only got her rebirth because she sacrificed Little Brat, she would live the rest of her life blaming herself.
The prophet said, “Before you save Little Brat, you have to go to the top of the mountain and pick a twin fruit.”
“Twin fruit?”
“Yes, it’s very unique. You’ll definitely recognize it after seeing it. After picking it, bring it back here immediately. Whether Little Brat can be saved depends on it.”
Hearing this, Huanhuan immediately stood up. “I’ll pick the twin fruit now!”
The prophet reminded her, “Remember, you have to pick it alone. It might not appear if someone else is around.”
Huanhuan didn’t understand why there’d be such terms when all she had to do was just pick a fruit.
But since the prophet had said so, she nodded. “I’ll remember.”
Huanhuan quickly walked out of the temple and saw Xue Ling in the square outside.
Seeing her anxious expression, Xue Ling raised his eyebrows and asked, “Are you finally done sharing secrets with the prophet?”
Huanhuan didn’t care about the jealousy in his words. She said, “I’m going to the top of the mountain to pick a twin fruit. Wait for me here.”
“Twin fruit? That thing is very cunning. It won’t be easy for you to catch it.” Xue Ling paused, but he couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you have to pick it?”
“I need a twin fruit to save someone.”
“I’ll go with you.”
Huanhuan said, “I’ll be fine alone.”
After being mercilessly rejected, Xue Ling’s expression immediately turned ugly. “Why won’t you let me go with you? Did the prophet ask you to do this?”
Huanhuan quickly explained, “He said that I have to pick the twin fruit alone. Otherwise, it won’t appear.”
“You believe everything he says?!”
Huanhuan looked helpless. “I’m in a hurry to pick the twin fruit now. If you have any questions, we can talk about them when we get back, okay?”
Xue Ling flicked his sleeve and cursed, “You heartless thing!”
Even though she was scolded, Huanhuan could only smile. “My heart’s already with you. If you despise me, give me back my heart.”
Xue Ling hated her for her merciless rejections, but he couldn’t help but lose his temper at her sweet words. He felt that he was quite lowly, so his tone became even nastier. “Get lost if you want to. I’m annoyed when I see you.”
“Alright!” Huanhuan quickly went away.
Seeing that she was walking away without looking back, Xue Ling gritted his teeth in anger. She was indeed an ungrateful female!
He walked into the temple and saw that the prophet was still kneeling on the futon. His lustrous and handsome face looked even more holy in the darkness.
Xue Ling casually lifted his clothes and sat down coolly. His tone was a little unfriendly. “Why did you tell her to pick a twin fruit on the mountain?”
The prophet’s answer was concise. “To save someone.”
Xue Ling didn’t believe him at all. “I’ve only heard that when a female is pregnant and she encounters a difficult delivery, her life can be saved with a twin fruit. Is the person you want to save a female who’s pregnant?”
“He does look like a fetus in his current state. A twin fruit is required to save his life.”
…
Huanhuan climbed up the stairs step by step.
She was very strong now, and her every step was very steady.
The stairs that towered into the sky gradually shortened under her feet. Finally, she successfully reached the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain was unexpectedly spacious.
In the middle was a round black stone altar. There were many complicated and ancient patterns engraved on the altar. Huanhuan leaned over to take a look but could not understand anything.
Behind the altar stood a square stone pillar.
There were many strange faces engraved on the pillar. A green vine wrapped around the stone pillar and grew upward. Wide leaves drooped down and swayed in the wind.
Huanhuan took a step forward. Through the gap between the leaves, she vaguely saw a milky-white fruit.
She reached out and carefully parted the leaves.
There was indeed a fruit.
Its milky skin was about the size of an adult beast’s palm. The fruit looked very much like a child. Not only did it have a head and body, but it also had four limbs. If one looked closely, one could even see its facial features.
The first thought that came to Huanhuan’s mind was that this thing looked like a mystical fruit in mythology.
She tried to reach out and touch the twin fruit.
As if sensing that she wanted to approach it, the twin fruit swayed slightly and hid behind the leaf. Only half of its head was revealed as it quietly watched Huanhuan.
Huanhuan missed and could only retract her hand. She said gently, “Hello.”
The twin fruit couldn’t speak. They could only make monosyllables like babies. “Squeak~”
Seeing that it could speak, Huanhuan was even more surprised. She asked, “Are you a twin fruit?”
The twin fruit squeaked as if in answer to her.
Huanhuan asked, “Can you come with me?”
The twin fruit hesitated.
Huanhuan explained patiently, “I need your help. That person is very important to me. Please help, okay?”
The twin fruit squeaked again.
After getting an affirmative answer, Huanhuan quickly extended her hands. The twin fruit let go of the vine that was holding its leaves and gently landed in her palm.
It rolled in her palm as if it liked the smell of her.
Huanhuan was overjoyed. “Thank you for being willing to help.”
The twin fruit responded, “Squeak~”
Huanhuan carried the twin fruit and quickly walked back.
When she returned to 10,000 Beasts Temple, she placed the fair and tender twin fruit in front of the prophet.
The prophet’s eyes were covered by the shark silk veil, but his gaze was still on the twin fruit. “Yes, this is the twin fruit I want.”
He got someone to bring over a clay basin, then placed the twin fruit in it.
The prophet took out a bone knife and cut his wrist. Blood overflowed and dripped into the clay pot.
Seeing this, Huanhuan and Xue Ling looked surprised.
Huanhuan quickly said, “Prophet, what are you…”
The prophet said indifferently without changing his expression, “If you want to save Little Brat, you have to use my blood as a primer.”
There was more blood in the pot now, and the prophet’s face was getting paler.
Huanhuan’s heart ached. The prophet was not in good health to begin with. He was losing so much blood this time. She wondered how long it would take for him to recover.
When the blood reached three-quarters of the clay pot, the prophet retracted his hand and wrapped a cotton cloth around his wrist.
The twin fruit floated in the blood, its limbs moving happily. It squeaked from time to time as if it liked this living environment.
“Let the twin fruit soak in it for a while. Don’t worry about it for the time being.” The prophet’s lips were almost bloodless, but his figure was still very steady. “Huanhuan, you have to let your soul return to your body during this period of time. Your blood is the last step to saving Little Brat.”