DPM Chapter 52-The Truth About Saer Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Slightly raising his eyes, Ye Fan could see the sunlight shining over everything. So why did he feel that he’d never experienced such an endless night?
It was Wu Xingyun who reached out a hand and softly patted Ye Fan. Only then did Ye Fan’s spirit return to himself.
Now wasn’t the time to nurse his grief. The journey wasn’t over.
Ye Fan turned his head, taking in Wu Xingyun’s muddy face, feeling unprecedently calm in his heart.
Taking out a dagger he carried, Ye Fan started digging a hole in the grass with it.
Wu Xingyun didn’t catch Ye Fan shedding tears, though he saw the stains running down Ye Fan’s cheeks.
Snap! The dagger broke, and Ye Fan switched to using his hands instead.
Both hands were covered with blood, while Luo Guo’s body began to putrefy.
Picking up Luo Guo, Ye Fan watched the leeches drop off their now useless habitat. Even after sucking all that blood, they couldn’t live long, and were already dying. Only the small nameless insects remained, still gorging themselves on Luo Guo’s skin and flesh.
There were too many of the insects for Ye Fan to remove, therefore he didn’t try.
He just put Luo Guo’s body in the pit he’d dug, filling it back up with his own two hands.
Wu Xingyun wanted to help, but was pushed away by Ye Fan.
Obstinately resolved to do it by himself, Ye Fan covered Luo Guo’s body with soil thoroughly.
Also jabbing in the bullet-less pistol.
“Goodbye Uncle Luo,” Ye Fan said in a low voice. He turned around, picked up Luo Guo’s belongings, put them in his own backpack, and marched towards the road in the distance.
Wu Xingyun closely following.
The sun was behind them, their shadows cast long.
Ye Fan continued his silence, his lips closed tightly, his eyes dark.
He couldn’t smile. Even when he looked at Wu Xingyun, Ye Fan couldn’t summon it. A numbness filled him, ice-cold and cruel.
A hundred thousand people had escaped from City C. Roughly forty thousand had headed north. After two months of trekking, only Wu Xingyun and Ye Fan had successfully penetrated the blockade, coming into a new world.
His thoughts very simple, Ye Fan’s plan was to find Luo Guo’s daughter Luo Ying, and hand over her father’s belongings to her. Then, Ye Fan would help Luo Ying when she needed it. In place of Luo Guo, Ye Fan would take care of her.
Ye Fan had killed her sole family member. Therefore, in the future, Ye Fan will be her only relative.
At sunset the two men found a cave with a brook nearby, halfway up a mountain.
The brook was crystal clear, the water shallow, and most importantly had no mutated aquatic life. About a hundred meters away was the cave.
Before heading for the cave, they carefully checked that no bugs or anything else were left on their bodies, washing themselves and their clothes clean in the stream.
The cave wasn’t big. After clearing it neatly, Ye Fan made a fire to dry their clothes, while Wu Xingyun looked at Luo Guo’s belongings.
Luo Guo’s remnants were simple, just three things in total.
One was a USB stick, a computer needed to know what it contained.
The second was a photograph of a twenty-year-old girl.
Third was a notebook, filled with scrawling handwriting Wu Xingyun had a hard time deciphering.
Staring at the photo, Wu Xingyun felt the young lady seemed familiar.
Ye Fan, wringing his clothes out by the fire, heard Wu Xingyun ask: “Who is this? Uncle Luo’s daughter?”
“Yes, that’s Luo Ying.” Ye Fan nodded.
Wu Xingyun kept flipping the picture over, scrutinizing it. “Luo Ying……Would she be……Twenty-eight this year?”
Finding Wu Xingyun’s words unexpected, Ye Fan inquired: “How did you know?”
Merely going “Mmm,” Wu Xingyun didn’t answer the question.
If his elementary history teacher hadn’t penalized Wu Xingyun with copying his lessons, Wu Xingyun wouldn’t have recalled renowned Federation scientist Luo Ying, her birthdate, or paid any attention to her portrait.
However, the tough as nails history teacher’s penalty of copying the lesson a hundred times had left the details deeply engraved in Wu Xingyun’s memory.
Luo Ying was an acclaimed biologist, one of the few prominent scientists of the Federation.
When she was thirty-eight, she changed her name to Luo Bu Yan. A year later, she committed suicide by means of a bullet.
Her life may have been short, yet she was the foundational figure of Federation bio-sciences, her influence extending through the generations.
She left behind no children. Her students inherited her projects, establishing a lab in her memoriam, named Luoshi Research.
Within the Federation, all the best biologists came from Luoshi Research. Whether continuing their work at Luoshi Research or going on to other fields, the lab remained acclaimed. Even on Wu Xingyun’s dowry team, the female biologist who’d been lost in the meteor flow had worked at Luoshi Research.
Luo Ying’s portrait, alongside other illustrious Federation personages, hung in all levels of Federation schools.
No one knew why Luo Ying had changed her name to Luo Bu Yan. That year, while copying her name, a young Wu Xingyun had cursed her in his heart for making her name go from two words to three. Causing him to write a hundred more words!
But now, when Wu Xingyun gazed at her photo, the girl in the picture looked very young, barely twenty.
Very different from the grave, spectacled woman in Wu Xingyun’s memory.
Ye Fan peeped at the photograph: “That’s from eight years ago, she’ll have changed a lot by now. Put it away, we……Should rest.” As he was speaking, Ye Fan unconsciously looked Wu Xingyun up and down.
Because both men’s clothes were hanging by the fire, drying, Wu Xingyun was only wearing damp underwear, leaving the contours of his body clearly outlined.
A tight abdomen, muscular legs, firm ass. Ye Fan took it all in at a glance.
Quickly turning his head, Ye Fan pulled Wu Xingyun’s pants off the makeshift drying pole and held them closer to the fire.
Maybe he was being too impatient, perhaps his mind was occupied with other things.
Wu Xingyun’s pants accidently went up in flames. Holding them up after hurriedly stomping on them, Ye Fan found the pants half burned away. He’d converted trousers to shorts.
His brows a little furrowed, Wu Xingyun didn’t say anything. Should he be grateful his underwear was still intact?
DPM Chapter 52-The Truth About Saer Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Slightly raising his eyes, Ye Fan could see the sunlight shining over everything. So why did he feel that he’d never experienced such an endless night?
It was Wu Xingyun who reached out a hand and softly patted Ye Fan. Only then did Ye Fan’s spirit return to himself.
Now wasn’t the time to nurse his grief. The journey wasn’t over.
Ye Fan turned his head, taking in Wu Xingyun’s muddy face, feeling unprecedently calm in his heart.
Taking out a dagger he carried, Ye Fan started digging a hole in the grass with it.
Wu Xingyun didn’t catch Ye Fan shedding tears, though he saw the stains running down Ye Fan’s cheeks.
Snap! The dagger broke, and Ye Fan switched to using his hands instead.
Both hands were covered with blood, while Luo Guo’s body began to putrefy.
Picking up Luo Guo, Ye Fan watched the leeches drop off their now useless habitat. Even after sucking all that blood, they couldn’t live long, and were already dying. Only the small nameless insects remained, still gorging themselves on Luo Guo’s skin and flesh.
There were too many of the insects for Ye Fan to remove, therefore he didn’t try.
He just put Luo Guo’s body in the pit he’d dug, filling it back up with his own two hands.
Wu Xingyun wanted to help, but was pushed away by Ye Fan.
Obstinately resolved to do it by himself, Ye Fan covered Luo Guo’s body with soil thoroughly.
Also jabbing in the bullet-less pistol.
“Goodbye Uncle Luo,” Ye Fan said in a low voice. He turned around, picked up Luo Guo’s belongings, put them in his own backpack, and marched towards the road in the distance.
Wu Xingyun closely following.
The sun was behind them, their shadows cast long.
Ye Fan continued his silence, his lips closed tightly, his eyes dark.
He couldn’t smile. Even when he looked at Wu Xingyun, Ye Fan couldn’t summon it. A numbness filled him, ice-cold and cruel.
A hundred thousand people had escaped from City C. Roughly forty thousand had headed north. After two months of trekking, only Wu Xingyun and Ye Fan had successfully penetrated the blockade, coming into a new world.
His thoughts very simple, Ye Fan’s plan was to find Luo Guo’s daughter Luo Ying, and hand over her father’s belongings to her. Then, Ye Fan would help Luo Ying when she needed it. In place of Luo Guo, Ye Fan would take care of her.
Ye Fan had killed her sole family member. Therefore, in the future, Ye Fan will be her only relative.
At sunset the two men found a cave with a brook nearby, halfway up a mountain.
The brook was crystal clear, the water shallow, and most importantly had no mutated aquatic life. About a hundred meters away was the cave.
Before heading for the cave, they carefully checked that no bugs or anything else were left on their bodies, washing themselves and their clothes clean in the stream.
The cave wasn’t big. After clearing it neatly, Ye Fan made a fire to dry their clothes, while Wu Xingyun looked at Luo Guo’s belongings.
Luo Guo’s remnants were simple, just three things in total.
One was a USB stick, a computer needed to know what it contained.
The second was a photograph of a twenty-year-old girl.
Third was a notebook, filled with scrawling handwriting Wu Xingyun had a hard time deciphering.
Staring at the photo, Wu Xingyun felt the young lady seemed familiar.
Ye Fan, wringing his clothes out by the fire, heard Wu Xingyun ask: “Who is this? Uncle Luo’s daughter?”
“Yes, that’s Luo Ying.” Ye Fan nodded.
Wu Xingyun kept flipping the picture over, scrutinizing it. “Luo Ying……Would she be……Twenty-eight this year?”
Finding Wu Xingyun’s words unexpected, Ye Fan inquired: “How did you know?”
Merely going “Mmm,” Wu Xingyun didn’t answer the question.
If his elementary history teacher hadn’t penalized Wu Xingyun with copying his lessons, Wu Xingyun wouldn’t have recalled renowned Federation scientist Luo Ying, her birthdate, or paid any attention to her portrait.
However, the tough as nails history teacher’s penalty of copying the lesson a hundred times had left the details deeply engraved in Wu Xingyun’s memory.
Luo Ying was an acclaimed biologist, one of the few prominent scientists of the Federation.
When she was thirty-eight, she changed her name to Luo Bu Yan. A year later, she committed suicide by means of a bullet.
Her life may have been short, yet she was the foundational figure of Federation bio-sciences, her influence extending through the generations.
She left behind no children. Her students inherited her projects, establishing a lab in her memoriam, named Luoshi Research.
Within the Federation, all the best biologists came from Luoshi Research. Whether continuing their work at Luoshi Research or going on to other fields, the lab remained acclaimed. Even on Wu Xingyun’s dowry team, the female biologist who’d been lost in the meteor flow had worked at Luoshi Research.
Luo Ying’s portrait, alongside other illustrious Federation personages, hung in all levels of Federation schools.
No one knew why Luo Ying had changed her name to Luo Bu Yan. That year, while copying her name, a young Wu Xingyun had cursed her in his heart for making her name go from two words to three. Causing him to write a hundred more words!
But now, when Wu Xingyun gazed at her photo, the girl in the picture looked very young, barely twenty.
Very different from the grave, spectacled woman in Wu Xingyun’s memory.
Ye Fan peeped at the photograph: “That’s from eight years ago, she’ll have changed a lot by now. Put it away, we……Should rest.” As he was speaking, Ye Fan unconsciously looked Wu Xingyun up and down.
Because both men’s clothes were hanging by the fire, drying, Wu Xingyun was only wearing damp underwear, leaving the contours of his body clearly outlined.
A tight abdomen, muscular legs, firm ass. Ye Fan took it all in at a glance.
Quickly turning his head, Ye Fan pulled Wu Xingyun’s pants off the makeshift drying pole and held them closer to the fire.
Maybe he was being too impatient, perhaps his mind was occupied with other things.
Wu Xingyun’s pants accidently went up in flames. Holding them up after hurriedly stomping on them, Ye Fan found the pants half burned away. He’d converted trousers to shorts.
His brows a little furrowed, Wu Xingyun didn’t say anything. Should he be grateful his underwear was still intact?
