The Wisteria Train 39

The sharp fangs repeatedly tore at her flesh. Every bite brought bone-chilling pain, dragging Bai Ci's once-clear consciousness slowly into chaos.

She wanted to raise her hand, but she didn't even have the strength to twitch a finger. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she could only force them open a crack to look up at the clear sky above.

The rain had completely stopped. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, carrying a strange warmth.

The pain persisted, but it gradually grew dull, no longer so sharp and unbearable.

She knew her life was rapidly slipping away. Each breath became faint and labored.

Just as her consciousness was about to plunge completely into darkness, an incredibly gentle power suddenly brushed against her forehead.

It felt like the warm sun of a spring day—no heat, no sting, only an indescribable peace. It was like being gently held in someone's arms, causing all her fears to quietly dissipate in that instant.

Until the last shred of her consciousness finally slipped away, Bai Ci wore a faint smile as her eyes closed forever.

While everyone's attention was entirely captured by the brutal scene, no one noticed the warm blood slowly spreading along the grooves in the ground.

At first, it was just a thin trickle, but it gradually grew wider and more abundant.

Finally, the first drop of blood dripped into the mud of the shallow crater, instantly absorbed.

The moment the blood was absorbed, something inside the shallow crater broke free from the constraints of the mud and struggled to grow upward.

From the mud, a tiny green sprout slowly poked through. Before anyone could notice, it began to grow wildly at a pace visible to the naked eye.

The sprout unfurled into leaves as slender vines climbed up the walls of the crater. The stem thickened bit by bit, and branches spread continuously.

In less than a single minute, it grew from an inconspicuous green sprout into a wisteria tree two to three meters tall.

This wisteria tree could already be considered massive. Its trunk was thick enough that it would take two or three adults joining hands to barely encircle it. Its foliage was lush, and its vines intertwined, unfurling layer upon layer.

However, compared to the colossal vine from Bai Ci's dream—the one so massive that five or six people couldn't encircle it, and which blotted out the sky—this tree still seemed rather small.

Unfortunately, Bai Ci's consciousness was currently drifting in chaos, leaving her unable to sense this change.

Even after transforming from a sprout into a tree, its growth did not stop. Countless tiny flower buds soon emerged amidst the branches and leaves.

The buds bloomed rapidly under the sunlight, and cluster after cluster of pale purple wisteria flowers adorned the branches.

A gentle breeze swept through, swaying the branches and leaves. A full cluster of wisteria flowers was blown loose by the wind and drifted down gracefully, landing squarely on Wisteria's wolf head as he gnawed with his head lowered.

Wisteria's movements abruptly ground to a halt.

He slowly raised his head, his purple eyes filled with blank bewilderment. His gaze locked onto the wisteria tree, motionless, as if captivated by something.

Due to his upward movement, the cluster of wisteria resting on his head slid slowly down his wolf mane, landing gently on Bai Ci's forehead like a tender kiss.

Right after, another gust of wind blew, and countless wisteria petals fluttered down like a shower of purple rain.

The wisteria petals covered Bai Ci's body in a dense layer, completely enveloping her blood-stained form. Only a gentle, pale purple remained, leaving no trace of the gruesome, wretched sight.

Wisteria watched all of this in silence. His wolf-form body began to contract and transform, reverting to his human shape.

He still wore that dark train uniform and stood with a straight posture, but the unvarying, masked smile on his face had completely vanished.

In its place was an unprecedented confusion. Indescribable emotions swirled in the depths of his eyes—bewilderment, pain, and a trace of melancholy that even he himself had not yet realized.

He slowly reached out his hand until he caught a handful of falling wisteria petals.

Wisteria lowered his head and ate all the wisteria petals in his palm.

As he chewed, a crystal-clear tear suddenly slipped from the corner of his purple eye, trickling slowly down his cheek and dripping onto Bai Ci's wisteria-covered body.

This was the first time Wisteria had shed a tear since his birth.

He was supposed to possess only cold malice and a primal instinct for slaughter. Yet at this moment, his chest felt as if it were blocked by something, aching and heavy.

The emotions wrapped in resentment seemed to be quietly pried open at this moment by the gentle sea of flowers.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, "I will help you."

With those words, Wisteria lingered no longer. His form shifted once more, transforming into a giant wolf.

Only this time, he no longer looked as he did before. Instead, his entire body was covered in snow-white fur, the tips faintly glowing with a pale purple halo, though his eyes remained a pure purple.

The feathered wings on his back had also become whole, equally snow-white, with emerald-green vines bearing purple flowers wrapped around them.

He turned and headed toward the battlefield down the mountain, his snow-white figure weaving through the emerald forest, exceptionally striking.

Watching Wisteria's figure vanish from sight, Violita could finally hold back no longer. Summoning all his remaining strength, he struggled and stumbled over to the sea of wisteria flowers.

He carefully reached out his hand, gently brushing away the petals covering the pile.

He wanted to find Bai Ci's body, to find a peaceful place to bury her, and to preserve this last trace of her. But as the petals were brushed away bit by bit, his movements gradually slowed to a halt.

Beneath the wisteria flowers, it was completely empty. There was only blood, but no body.

The battlefield down the mountain was already in utter ruins.

Black vines grew and spread frantically, enveloping the entire area as they continuously launched attacks at Arbiter.

Clutching her giant scythe, Arbiter's surrounding halo of silver and purple had grown much weaker. She had clearly been fighting for a long time. Even with the support of Yan Zheng's movement, she was gradually starting to struggle.

Opposite her was some kind of incarnation of the god—a colossal monster woven from countless black wisteria vines, its massive body surrounded by a thick, filthy aura.

It still handled the fight with ease, its vines constantly regenerating. Even when severed by Arbiter's scythe, new vines would rapidly sprout from the cuts, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

Arbiter swung her scythe with all her might. The sharp blade swept through, instantly severing several thick black vines.

Just then, pale purple flames suddenly ignited at the severed ends of the vines.

The flames burned with extreme speed. In a mere instant, they spread along the vines, burning them black and shriveled all the way to their roots, reducing them to wisps of black ash.

Arbiter was slightly startled.

She could clearly feel her strength increasing, the silver-purple halo around her body growing rich and dense once more.

Her previously exhausted body felt as though it had been injected with new vitality. Her swings grew faster, and her strength became even more formidable.