Blind Rebirth (BL)

Palace of hells

'Are you alright?' inquired Hua Shu, as softly as he could. Entering someone's mind was never pleasant for said person, but he had no other way of communicating. Maybe through Gu Bao, but he didn't want to always burden his friend. Scraping delicately at the boy's mind, he heard an answer - or something between those lines.

'It hurts... Men, it damn hurts...' The boy's brows scrunched as he realised something was amiss. 'Hey, how...? You...' Hua Shu sensed the boy was moving his mouth, but since he couldn't hear him, he'd cut in.

'Sorry, but I can't hear you if you speak normally. You need to think.'

'You... Who are you?' the kid thought, though it seemed strained. He was cautious.

'I'm Yun Shizi, a cultivator. I want to help you - you have an internal wound, and I need to heal it. But it will hurt,'

'Internal wound? What's that? And aren't ya too quick?' he was wary. This stranger could be in cahoots with the six men...He stared at Hua Shu suspiciously, but then realised something - the men looked so young! And like a girl, too. And had closed eyes. His face would be obscured by a hood, if not the angle at which the boy looked at him. Weird...

'An internal wound is a wound you cannot see. Inside your body, rather than outside. And I need to heal it now, otherwise the blood will spread... Just let me do it, I'll be fast.'

'Okay, but ya try anything shady, and you're dead' the boy warned, eyes glued to Hua Shu.

'I won't, believe me,' said Hua Shu and gathered his energy. He let it meet with the boy's own and refined it. He directed it a different way than when he refined his energy for cultivation. It changed, becoming the Life Force. That was send to the pierced gut, and started to mould the organ into its original shape. The boy squirmed, his muscles tensing.

A headache was coming on...

'Uh. It should be good now. But try not to reopen it, eh?' Sighing, he got up from his crouching position and dusted-off his robes.

'Thanks, I guess...' inspecting his belly, the boy noted it didn't hurt any more. A peculiar feeling simmered inside, but apart from being unpleasant, it was bearable. How did he even got it? Ah! He looked around franticly, for the men who kicked him. On his left, stood his friends, their expressions curious, yet heavy. On his right, laid six heaps of... Of what? The boy rubbed his eyes disbelievingly - in sparse light he could not make out the details, but certainly those were the guards that attacked them! 'How?! Did ya...?! You'd beaten down those guys!'

'Not exactly, but you can say so,' mused Hua Shu. 'Now, it would be best if you'd go home. I have some business to attend to, and the streets ain't safe.'

'But...' the boy started, but Hua Shu didn't let him continue.

'Just call it a day, eh? I'll bring you home, so lets go,' he signalled for the boy to move and added, this time for the other boys also to hear. 'We're going home, lads. I'll walk you there.'

Some of the group relaxed, some became even more suspicious. He talked to them before he got to the wounded, and explained that he wanted to help them. The older ones didn't believe him - they were already battered by life, tonight's happenings only reinforcing their fears. The younger ones were hopeful, innocent - he was glad that they had a chance to enjoy their childhoods. Because the situation here didn't present itself very well.

They started walking after the boys spoke to each other a few words - the two older ones even hugging, grateful for their lives.

'Mister cultivator!' chimed in the previously wounded. Hua Shu didn't realize he was keeping the mental connection with him. He's been following the group, as they strode through alleys, with his mind completely off topic.