The End Times as a Song

Chapter 255 Backlash

Inside the Hundred Herbs Hall, everything was in disarray, with men in black and signs of ransacking everywhere. Lin Yin carried the unconscious Huan Rugo and slowly walked into the courtyard. Looking at the chaotic scene before him, he couldn't help but frown, his mind filled with doubt: "What exactly are they looking for...? Could it be that they are looking for the Divine Source...?" Lin Yin gazed thoughtfully at the unconscious Huan Rugo in his arms, secretly speculating in his heart.

Huan Rugo's brows were furrowed, her expression extremely haggard, her face as pale as paper, and her breathing was very labored, as if she were enduring immense pain. Her lips trembled slightly, and she kept murmuring, "Mother...! Uncle Zhe...! Mother...!" Her voice was low and weak, evoking pity in those who heard it.

Lin Yin's gaze was deep and filled with worry, like a bottomless lake, making it impossible to fathom his true thoughts. He stared intently at Huan Rugo's face, as if trying to peer through her beautiful features into the depths of her heart. His eyes were like two blazing flames, burning with boundless passion, yet veiled by deep concern.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to her, but ultimately chose silence. He was afraid that his words would break the tranquil atmosphere and make her feel uneasy or uncomfortable. So, he simply gazed at her silently, communicating with her through his eyes, conveying endless care and tenderness.

"Ah...! Wait for me...!" Xiong Xi's shouts came from afar, his voice tinged with anxiety and exhaustion. He was carrying Xiao Yuanran's body on his back, struggling to reach Baicaotang. His steps were unsteady, each one heavy as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world.

Xiong Xi shouted as he tried to catch up with Lin Yin. However, due to his physical limitations, he could barely keep up with Lin Yin's pace. He could only watch helplessly as Lin Yin walked further and further away, his heart filled with helplessness and frustration.

Xiong Xi watched Lin Yin's departing figure, at a loss. His eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, like a lamb lost in the darkness, unable to find its way home. He didn't know how to face the situation before him, nor what path to take in the future.

He stared blankly at Xiao Yuanran's corpse, muttering to himself like a madman, "Why don't we take her back to Ran's mother's room? Maybe she's still alive. After all, Uncle Zhe hasn't returned yet; perhaps he has a way to save her...!"

Guided by intuition, Lin Yin casually pushed open a door and gently placed Huan Rugo on the bed. Huan Rugo's face was filled with pain and tension, as if she were enduring immense torment. Lin Yin gently stroked Huan Rugo's disheveled hair, only to find that her forehead was unusually hot.

"You have a fever...?" Lin Yin was silent for a moment, his voice deep and magnetic, as if it could penetrate the depths of Huan Ruge's heart.

"It seems you're really suffering...? Your body and mind have both been greatly damaged...?" Lin Yin tried to channel some spiritual energy into Huan Rugo to help lower her fever, but the result shocked him. Huan Rugo showed no signs of improvement; instead, she reflected all the spiritual energy he channeled back at him, nearly injuring him with his own power. Lin Yin frowned, muttering to himself in confusion, "What's going on...? Could it be because of the Divine Source that my spiritual energy is unable to function?"