The healing toe had given Hu Ge Er a devastating blow, it seemed to remind her every second that she had made her own child into a Bone of Impurity, and the characteristics of that child began to reflect in this little 'evil god' that was merged from two to become one — much like what people had said.

Chang Geng looked at her with sympathy. When he watched all of this from the perspective of an outsider, he suddenly understood the feelings of the insane woman.

When a person was full of the humiliation of one's nation and hatred, it was easy to make extreme decisions — such as killing themselves, even going as far as killing their own children — but after all, these can be done only by a quick blade, even if blood pours, there would come a day when things would change in the flow of time, yet she had insisted on choosing a path of self-torment, long and endless.

Suddenly, Hu Ge Er rushed over, grabbed his foot, raised a stone, and smashed down.

The pain was very clear, very real — even in a dream.

"You are not my child, you are not my child..." she repeatedly said, bending his toes fiercely.

Chang Geng gave a groan of pain, stuck between dream and reality, his whole foot hurt almost to the point of numbing.

At this time, a cold but powerful hand suddenly grasped his foot, caressing and relieving the burning pain. Chang Geng gasped for a few breaths. Someone whispered in his ear, "Shh, it's alright. It's all in the past, I am here, everything has passed."

Chang Geng looked up at a loss. Suddenly the scene around him changed greatly. His body gradually grew, becoming taller — however, his clothes were still ragged and his body was full of injuries. The boundless cold seemed to soak into his bones.

In the forlorn and endless field outside the pass, he narrowed his eyes and saw a man coming against the light, his cloak flying in the wind, his footing steady. There was an old black iron wine bottle hanging at his waist.

The man's hands were as steady as iron, but his facial features resembled a painting. He held out a hand to him and asked, "Follow me?"

Chang Geng looked at him. His body and mind were almost empty from exhaustion, he momentarily could not speak.

"Come with me, there's no need to return again in the future."

Chang Geng grabbed the hand and let the other lead him forward. He felt that he was growing taller, becoming stronger, as if he could walk across mountains and rivers with just one step.

He suddenly turned around and saw that the bitter cold scenery of the outside of the pass and the wolves was gradually left behind. In her yellow dress worn before her death, her hair done up in the style of an unmarried woman, Hu Ge Er silently watched him.