Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Chapter 4717

As the Night Witch's deep and resonant incantation faded, the seal on Shunliuxing's eyes quietly crumbled. Layers of restrictions vanished like peeling dust into the night.

In an instant, light flooded into her world.

Shunliuxing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears welled in her eyes. She clutched her chest and stared blankly ahead.

It was a long-lost sight: a valley, black mist, night, and Burning Bones standing beside her.

She saw it clearly.

"I...can see...!"

Shunliuxing's voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Her pupils, which were always covered by a layer of white substance, regained their clarity.

She saw the light, a beautiful valley bathed in purple moonlight, with mysterious and unpredictable flowers and plants, and the mysterious and powerful Night Witch sitting on a swing.

Fen Gu suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly, his voice almost screaming with excitement:

"You saw it! You finally saw it!"

Grandmother, you really could save her! You really could!!

The Night Witch watched this scene, her eyes filled with no joy, only a deeper darkness.

She murmured to herself, "In the end, you still chose to fight... but fate never changes because of individual will."

Burning Bones Face—that face twisted and ugly by bloodline and destiny—is now laid bare in the light.

His skin was dark, and his features were distorted by his cursed bloodline, resembling a wreckage scorched by flames.

He instinctively shrank back, pulled his hood down sharply, and buried his face in the shadows.

Most of the people of the Dark Moon Empire look like these dark creatures.

Because of the Night Witch's corruption, their lineage was branded with a shameful label, making the Burning Bones even uglier than the other Moon People of the Darkmoon Empire.

Once their strength reaches a certain level, they will choose to conceal their faces, hiding the dark marks left by Samael when he created them.

"Don't look at me!" His voice was hoarse and panicked. "Meteor, don't... don't look!"

He pulled hard on his hood to cover his face.

He was a little scared. If the beautiful and pure Shunliuxing had seen his face back then, would she still be able to become his friend?

He lacked such confidence; he preferred to remain a shadow forever, guarding the fleeting meteor.

Shunliuxing froze for a moment, her eyes reddening.

The next moment, she reached out and gently but firmly lifted his tattered hood.

Burning Bones' face was completely exposed to the light. His pupils trembled, and his blood-red eyes were filled with panic and inferiority.

He tried to struggle, but Shunliuxing suddenly lunged forward and hugged him tightly.

"Bone burning..."

She called softly, her voice trembling with tenderness, "I've never cared about what you look like."

Beauty and ugliness are relative concepts. Perhaps even Shunliuxing had never seen a handsome man like Zhang Yi, so he could accept Fen Gu's peculiar appearance.

Burning Bone shuddered, his body stiffening like a stone.

His fingers trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks.

Shunliuxing raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears yet filled with a smile: "In my eyes, you have always been Fen Gu, my protector."

His throat tightened and his heart pounded violently.

Years of inferiority and pain, at this moment, burst forth like a flood, almost completely overwhelming him.

Within the black mist, the Night Witch watched silently, her gaze complex.

She could see that there was a bond between the two that transcended blood ties and curses.

But Fen Gu's thoughts were taken back to a long time ago—the moment they first met.

In the desolate valley where the two great empires meet, the wind howls.

Burning Bone sat alone among the rocks, holding a bone flute in his arms.

The bone flute was carved from the bones of an unknown animal and gleamed with a chilling white light.

He brought the flute to his lips and played a low, lonely melody.

The voice was filled with desolation and longing, like the howl of wolves in the wilderness, drifting between heaven and earth.