Every day, he carries complex and exciting emotions. Zui Chenxiang and other former friends also came to congratulate him. He wished he could stick to such a beautiful day with glue and let every time pass slowly.
Everything was beautiful until that dark night of heavy rain.
He remembered every detail and he didn't dare forget. He couldn't forget it either. Whenever he recalled it for a moment, the pain from that year immediately crushed his nerves.
That rainy night was the craziest and most unreal.
It rained heavily. The sound of wind swayed the thick tree trunks, and fierce thunder and lightning flashed across the night sky.
Ghosts and gods howled, and the night outside the window seemed like a collapsing doomsday. The candles in the room were dim, extinguished by the cold wind from time to time.
Similarly, on that scary rainy night, Jiu Ruxia, who was ten months pregnant, was about to give birth.
Poinsettia looked at her in pain, and her heart was high. He was busy back and forth in the house, bringing soup and changing cloths, and carefully wiping the sweat from his wife's face.
He held Jiu Ruxia's hand tightly because Jiu Ruxia didn't want him to leave. For a moment, he vaguely saw her when they first met, weak and hesitant, facing him, as if she was grasping the last straw of life.
Because they had already called for the midwife during the day, but they just said it wouldn't be time. But seeing his wife enduring such pain, Poinsettia also felt the pain in her body.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to the midwife and ask her to take care of his wife.
Their residence is located on the mountainside, some distance from the town below. Poinsettia gently stroked the back of Jiu Ruxia's hand, asking her to let go of her hand first, and then he would come back.
Jiu Ruxia was a little stubborn like a child at first, but she soon let go of her hand meekly. Poinsettia nodded to her, and racing against the clock, rushed out of the room.
"Dong-dong" raindrops slapped against the door panel. Poinsettia was not afraid of the wind and rain, and opened the door latch. The howling wind mixed with the random rain drenched him.
He was so anxious that he quickly walked out of the house.
Step across the courtyard and open the door. Although it was dark in front of him, there was a trail going down the mountain along the road, and he was very familiar with it.
However, the bad luck that was about to strike chose this most critical moment to cause trouble for him.
Before Poinsettia took a few steps, she suddenly heard a heavy breathing hidden in the sound of rain, and... right in front of her.
He couldn't see his fingers, and only the lightning in the dark night occasionally allowed him to see clearly what was ahead.
In an instant, a flash of lightning struck down, a pale silver light illuminated the earth, and an astonishing roar came from the violent wind and rain.
At the same moment, Poinsettia saw the face of the unknown person blocking the road ahead.
But this sight made him tremble all over.
The face of the roadblocker was actually covered with a speckled deerskin from his back to the nape of his neck. And on his face, there was a ferocious look, a messy mustache and red bloody eyes, like a ghost from the underworld seeking life.
Sensing that the person coming was unkind, Poinsettia took two steps back warily, and her eyebrows suddenly darkened.
The raindrops between the two seemed to evaporate instantly, sending out bursts of gray mist.
Poinsettia realized that this was the aura emanating from the person in front of her. With such ability, this roadblocker may be very troublesome.
He was always thinking about the heavy burden on his shoulders at this moment, and he couldn't waste any time.
Therefore, he did not choose to start a war immediately. Even though he knew the odds were slim, he still humbly begged the man to make way for him and not to embarrass his wife and children.
However, the people in front of me turned a deaf ear. When he mentioned his children and wife, his sore eyelids twitched slightly.
Seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond, Poinsettia couldn't continue to consume it, so he had to take a detour and leave.
However, before he could take a step forward, the man immediately stood in front of him again. The slippery grass was scattered with scraped tree branches, and Poinsettia felt the flame of anxiety in her heart getting stronger and stronger.
The person in front of him was not in a hurry to take action against him, but Poinsettia's patience was quickly exhausted.
Concerned about the safety of his wife in the house, Poinsettia suddenly took action with her sword and cut through the rain. Seeing that he could no longer keep his composure, the man also took up his stance and started fighting with the poinsettia.
With every move and death, the opponent's martial arts skills were completely superior to his. Whether it was power or speed, the obvious gap quickly made him overwhelmed, and his messy sword style gradually faded away in the night rain.
Poinsettia had no idea why this person came to kill him. He was concentrating on dealing with the killing moves that were coming at him, but it was still difficult to deal with them.
Even if he tried his best, even if he had no reservations, the obstacles in front of him were like the boundless night, inciting random wind and rain, and narrowing his breathing space.
As soon as his strength sluggished, his color suddenly changed in horror.
The blocker saw his flaw clearly, gathered strength in his fist, and with a "clang" sound, he knocked his sword away and inserted it into the wet grass and mud.
Instantly, at the same time, a thunder exploded in the distant sky, and the mountains near and far made a terrifying rumble.
With another palm, the man easily knocked the poinsettia to the ground. As easy as beating a child, the poinsettia was instantly covered in mud and in a miserable state.
The man walked towards him slowly, kicking over the grass with his tiptoes contemptuously and flying all the grass in the face of the poinsettia.
The wind and rain seemed to be blowing all over him. Poinsettia looked at him walking step by step, and her whole body trembled horribly.
