Chapter 155: The Prison Warden's Journey
The prison keeper smashed the last big monster to pieces with one punch and couldn't help but gasp for breath. His body was still growing and he was not much stronger than the big monster. If he wasn't protected by a mecha, he would have been left with a lot of injuries if he didn't die.

As the flesh and blood of the big monster splattered everywhere, the prison wardens body was in a mess, with blood and flesh piled up. He looked to a place not far away, where several people were lying or sitting.

The mecha boy walked forward and watched the man in the strange black and red armor approaching. The few people inside who were still able to move shrank their feet and wanted to stand up but didn't have the strength.

The smell of sweat and urine mixed together, creating an indescribable stench.

"The demons have been killed by me. This place is safe. Would you please leave on your own?" A deep voice came through the visor, accompanied by the demon blood that kept dripping from the mecha. There was an indescribable horror.

"Immortal...Immortal, we have no strength left. Can you please wait for a moment?" A middle-aged man stood up but could not stand up. He had been chased by the monster before and had run so hard that he had no strength left. His ankle was also twisted and a little swollen.

The mecha boy stepped across the grass with his iron boots and came to the middle-aged man. He touched his ankle with his cold hand armor and said, "It's sprained. I've straightened your bones. You just need to rest for a while."

"Thank you, Immortal. Thank you, Immortal." The middle-aged man kowtowed continuously.

The young man in the mecha frowned: "I don't like others kneeling to me."

The middle-aged man's body stiffened.

"Where are you going?" asked the prison warden.

"We are all going to Dingyuan City which is not far from here. As for that girl... we don't know her." The middle-aged man pointed at the three people around him, then pointed at a woman not far away and said.

The prison warden looked at the woman, who was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. In her arms lay a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, but he was already dead.

There were two groups of people. The one consisting of the middle-aged man was a merchant caravan, and the other consisted of the young girls and boys. When he discovered the trace of the monster and rushed over, the two groups were being slaughtered. Only four people were left in the group consisting of the middle-aged man, and the boy in the girl's arms also died early.

The warden sighed and said to the middle-aged man, "What's your name?"

"Reply to the Immortal, I am Prince Yuan."

"There is a stream over there. Mr. Wang, you can go there to wash yourself. I will take you into the city later." said the prison warden.

Hearing this, Wang Ziyuan was overjoyed. He smelled his body again and found it smelled terrible. His buttocks were wet and he felt embarrassed.

"I understand." After saying this, he called the other three to leave.

The prison warden walked up to the girl. The ferocious mecha beast was attacking, but the girl seemed unaware. She just put her cheek against the forehead of the boy in her arms, humming a lullaby and rocking slowly, as if the boy was not dead, but asleep.

"What's his name?"

The girl opened her mouth and coughed: "Zheng Yuansheng, only thirteen years old."

The warden simply sat down, and the sound of armor clacking flashed: "Is he your brother?"

The girl nodded, and her movements became gentler, as if she didn't dare to disturb the person in her arms, or perhaps the girl's sweet dream.

"He's dead." The warden spoke suddenly, tearing the thin coat of the beautiful dream to reveal the bloody reality.

The girl froze, but did not stop moving. Tears silently dripped down her face, little by little. "What's your name?" asked the warden.

"Zheng Chunni."

"My name is the prison warden." The prison warden's mask automatically retracted, revealing his young face, and he said softly:
"Chun Ni, let me tell you a story about my hometown!"

"In my hometown, there is a story that goes like this: a long, long time ago, before the heaven and earth existed, there was a great god named Pangu who lived in an egg. One day, he felt too lonely, so he split the egg with an axe. Then the clear air rose up and became the sky, and the turbid air fell down and became the earth."

"At this time, the heaven and earth were about to close together again, so Pangu the Great God held up his head with his feet on the ground. Every time he grew taller, the sky would get taller. After a long, long time, the heaven and earth became what you see now. Pangu the Great God also grew very tall, but he was too tired from holding up the sky, so he died. His eyes turned into the sun and the moon, his breath turned into clouds, and his body turned into mountains, everything you see, all things, to see the world he created on his behalf."

The warden looked at the girl and said, "The Great God Pangu transformed himself into all things, and only then did life come into being. We are all transformed by the Great God Pangu, so all living things have no birth or death, but only gathering and dispersing."

He extended his hand to the young man in his arms: "Let him go back to where he should go. He will be waiting there for you to meet again."

When the prison warden took the boy's body, the girl could no longer hold back her tears.

The prison warden looked at her quietly, watched her cry, watched her sob, watched her throat become hoarse, and only when she was almost exhausted did he use one hand to help her up.

He put the boy's body down and said, "It will be much better if you vent your anger. You need to bear his fate and live with him."

Looking at the girl's red, swollen and numb eyes, the warden sighed, pinched a handful of soil in his palm, and held it in front of the girl: "Do you believe me?"

The girl rolled her eyes and nodded.

The prison wardens opened his palms, and a seed broke out of the soil in his palms, took root, sprouted, and grew into a small flower.

"Born as a mortal, you may be vulnerable, but you will eventually be invulnerable. If fate wants to bury you, then you are a seed."

When Wang Ziyuan and his companions came back, the boy's body had turned to ashes and lay quietly in a small jar, held in Zheng Chunni's arms. There was a handful of soil on the lid of the jar, and a small flower was trembling and fluttering in the wind, and was also held in Zheng Chunni's arms to protect it from wind and rain.

The warden stood up, lowered his visor to cover his face, and stretched lazily: "Let's go, you guys are going in a different direction, this place is closer to Dingyuan City, I'll take you back first."

"Thank you, immortal. Thank you, immortal." Wang Ziyuan and the other three thanked him together. They had just taken a quick glance and saw a delicate young man's face under the mask. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The black armor was really a bit scary.

"You don't have to call me immortal. I am the prison warden. Just call me the prison warden." said the prison warden.

"Master Prison Warden." The four of them followed suit.

The prison warden shook his head, burned the bodies of others, and led everyone on the road. He still had a lot of things to do and a long way to go. No one urged him, but when he came into this world, there was a burning fire in his heart urging him on.

The prison warden looked into the distance, but his powerful eyesight still could not see the Dingyuan City that everyone was talking about. He didn't know how many days it would take.

He suddenly smiled, but escorting a few mortals was not a delay. He always stood too high and too far away, looking at the sun above his head, the stones beside him, the breeze blowing by, and the fallen leaves under his feet. Did he deserve not to be seen?

'There is no distinction between big and small, high and low, but I am just walking on the road.'

(End of this chapter)