Chapter 563 Your Grandfather is Not in Good Condition...
When Yu Rong slowly approached Su Chenyin with the ball in his hand, the originally ordinary ball suddenly burst into a dazzling and strong red light, instantly illuminating a large area around it.
"Father, look, this sphere will only emit red light when it is next to the Saint, and when she dripped her blood on it, the red light turned into golden light."
"So, all signs indicate that she is the true saint we are looking for!"
Yu Rong explained loudly to Yu Wenlun, his face unable to hide the excitement.
Yu Wenlun and everyone in Anqiu Valley opened their eyes wide, staring at the ball in Yu Rong's hand that was emitting a strong red light, as if the light could penetrate their souls.
At this moment, the look in each of their eyes when they looked at Su Chenyin revealed even stronger expressions of surprise and awe.
Their mouths were slightly open, as if they wanted to say something, but they were so shocked by what they saw that they were speechless.
Wenlun took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.
When he walked in front of Su Chenyin, he knelt on one knee without hesitation, made a saintly salute, and said respectfully:
"Wenlun greets the Saint, thank you for saving my life!"
Upon seeing this, Yu Rong quickly followed his father and knelt down on one knee.
At the same time, Jiang Qingyan and the others in the Dark Prisoner Valley followed suit and shouted in unison:
"See the Saint!"
Their voices resounded throughout the valley like thunder, echoing for a long time.
Seeing this, Su Chenyin hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hands and helped Wenlun up.
She smiled and said softly:
"Well, please get up quickly. There's no need to be so polite. We are all family. There's no need to be so polite."
As she spoke, she patted Wenlun's shoulder affectionately to express her comfort.
After hearing Su Chenyin's words, everyone felt extremely warm in their hearts and stood up one after another.
They looked at Su Chenyin with gratitude, tears in their eyes.
At this time, Yu Rong suddenly discovered that his loving grandfather, Yu Yu, was not at the scene!
An ominous premonition suddenly came to his mind, making his heart tighten instantly.
Xi Rong turned to Xi Wenlun and asked anxiously, "Father, where is Grandpa? Why can't I see Grandpa?"
His voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
When Wenlun heard his son's question, his face suddenly turned gloomy.
He lowered his head slightly, sighed deeply, then slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing endless sadness.
"Your grandfather...his condition is not good..."
At this point, Wenlun's voice was so choked up that it was almost inaudible.
This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Rong's heart hard.
His face turned as pale as paper in an instant, completely bloodless, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Extreme fear and worry almost made him lose his mind. He suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Wenlun's arm.
"Father, where is grandpa now? Tell me, I want to go see him!" Yu Rong said in a trembling voice, almost pleading.
Wenlun felt a pang of fear in his heart as he looked at his son, who was completely shrouded in fear and anxiety.
He gently patted Rong's hand and comforted her, "It's right here. Don't worry, kid. I'll take you there right away."
After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly towards a rather shabby-looking house not far away, leading Rong.
At this moment, Su Chenyin suddenly said, "Yu Rong, let me go too. Maybe I can be of some help."
Hearing this, Yu Rong turned to look at Su Chenyin with gratitude, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness.
He nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, thank you. If I really need any help, I'll leave it to you."
Su Chenyin smiled slightly and responded softly: "You're welcome."
Then, she took light steps, followed closely behind Yu Rong, and walked towards the dilapidated house together.
Seeing this, Jun Yijue and others also quickened their pace and followed closely behind.
Soon, the group arrived in front of the dilapidated house.
Under the bright moonlight, the house looked even more desolate and dilapidated.
It stands there alone, as if it were a corner forgotten by the world.
The tiles on the roof are incomplete, and the walls are covered with mottled marks left by the years, giving people a sense of crumbling.
When everyone stepped into the house, a strong and pungent herbal smell immediately hit them.
The light in the room was extremely dim, and the only ray of light came from the faint light of the oil lamp on the table.
The flames swayed gently in the breeze, filling the entire room with an eerie and depressing atmosphere.
Yu was lying on a tattered bed, covered with a worn quilt, looking particularly thin.
His hair was all white, and his face was as haggard as a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood.
His breathing was extremely weak, almost imperceptible, and it was almost impossible to detect any signs of his life. His breath was so weak that one could hardly feel his presence.
Looking at his terminally ill grandfather in front of him, Yu Rong felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows.
He rushed to the bed, knelt on his knees, and tightly held his grandfather's hands, which were as dry as dead branches.
His voice was trembling with excitement and sadness, and he almost choked up: "Grandpa, I'm Rong'er! I'm back to see you..."
Before he finished speaking, tears burst out of his eyes like a flood, dripping down in big drops, splashing the back of Yu's long-dried hands.
At this moment, perhaps feeling the arrival and call of his grandson, Yu's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly.
After some difficult efforts, he finally struggled to open his eyelids which were as heavy as mountains.
When he finally opened his eyes, everyone could clearly see that his eyes had become cloudy and dull.
But at the moment when his eyes met Yu Rong, an extremely dazzling light of relief flashed across his lifeless eyes.
Then, Yu Yu spoke to Yu Rong in a voice that was many times subtler and softer than the flapping of mosquito wings:
"Rong'er... now that you're back... Grandpa knew you would succeed..."
When he said this, every word he uttered seemed to exhaust all his vitality, which made people feel pity and sadness.
"Well, Grandpa, I'm back, I'm back..." Rong's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was choked with sobs.
He held Yu's skinny hands tightly with both of his hands, as if he was afraid that his grandfather would leave him if he let go.
After seeing this scene, Yu Wenlun and Jiang Qingyan, who were standing nearby, were both moved to tears.
Wenlun opened his mouth slightly and spoke with a trembling voice:
"Father! We are saved! It's all thanks to the Saint. She saved us."
As he spoke, he cast a look full of gratitude at Su Chenyin who was standing quietly not far away.