Quick Transmigration: The Villain Always Ends Up with the Male Lead

Chapter 190 A… Person I Shouldn’t Forget

The entire village was engulfed in flames, the streets were littered with corpses, and there was no sign of any living person in sight.

It's not hard to imagine what kind of disaster this village suffered while Xie Jin was sound asleep.

The surroundings were filled with the silence brought by death. Xie Jin looked around blankly, trying to find traces of the living, but all he could see was deathly stillness.

Xie Jin forced himself to remain calm and looked in the direction where the fighting was intensifying. Now was not the time to panic; he needed to first ascertain whether his other soldiers and villagers, and even his... parents, were still alive.

To avoid any accidents along the way, Xie Jin relied on his memory of less than a day since arriving in the village and groped his way through the most remote alleys.

Whether it was luck or misfortune, when Xie Jin successfully located the area where the fighting was at its fiercest, he also encountered his parents who had left him alone in the room...

The enemy general swung his scimitar and kept slashing at Xie Tingze on horseback. Although Xie Tingze was almost exhausted at this time, he did not fall into a clear disadvantage in each move.

Seeing that they had not been able to defeat Xie Tingze after a long time, the enemy general suddenly said, "As expected of General Xie, who is known as the God of War."

Xie Tingze hadn't intended to respond, but then he heard the man continue, "It's just a pity you're marching on the front lines, unaware that..."

The enemy general's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Your own country's capital has already fallen into the territory of an enemy nation, hasn't it?"

Although Xie Tingze had tried his best to ignore his words, he couldn't help but slip up when he suddenly heard such news.

The enemy general immediately seized this opening and slashed at Xie Tingze's neck.

Fortunately, Xie Tingze reacted in time. Although he barely dodged the attack, the tip of the knife still left a bloody mark on his neck.

"Han Zhao, I'll lead the soldiers to hold this place. You take the villagers and A Jin and leave this place first!" Xie Tingze suppressed his grief, used his spear to deflect the enemy general's scimitar, and shouted to Ming Han Zhao, who was also fighting the enemy not far away.

Upon hearing Xie Tingze's command, Ming Hanzhao was only stunned for a moment before immediately riding his horse and galloping towards the village.

However, before she could ride very far...

"General!" The soldiers' exclamations reached Ming Hanzhao's ears, and she instinctively reined in her horse and turned to look—

Xie Tingze had a more gruesome knife wound on his neck than before, from which crimson blood spurted. Until his last breath, his gaze followed Ming Hanzhao as he left.

Seeing that the eyes filled with guilt gradually lose their light, and that his body was about to fall off his horse, Ming Hanzhao turned around and rode back to the battlefield without hesitation.

At this moment, Ming Hanzhao had no time to think about whether she could defeat the enemy general. She raised her long sword and stabbed at the enemy who had killed her husband. Her desperate stance even made the tall man in front of her feel a little overwhelmed.

However, compared to the enemy general, she was completely exhausted; although she was superior to the enemy general in combat skills and agility, she was ultimately defeated.

To dodge the enemy's blades, Ming Hanzhao fell from her horse. In truth, when she turned back, she already knew her fate...

The injury from falling off the horse was severe. Ming Hanzhao endured the excruciating pain and slowly crawled towards Xie Tingze.

Until she held his almost lifeless hand, Ming Hanzhao closed her eyes and peacefully accepted the coming of death.

A moment later, Ming Hanzhao did not receive the predetermined ending, but instead received a cry choked with sobs—

"Father! Mother!" At this moment, Xie Jin was just a child who had grown up in love. Seeing his parents about to die in front of him, he could no longer remain calm.

Hearing the children's shouts, the enemy's attention was instantly drawn to them.

Although she was prepared to die, as a mother, Ming Hanzhao could not bear to watch her child die at the hands of the enemy.

"Ah Jin! Run!" Ming Hanzhao shouted with all her might.

Upon hearing Ming Hanzhao's words, Xie Jin did not hesitate and turned to run in the opposite direction.

Seemingly finding the woman on the ground too noisy, the enemy general frowned and suddenly plunged his knife into her throat. He then gestured with his chin toward the soldier on horseback beside him.

The soldiers immediately obeyed the order and rode off in the direction Xie Jin had fled.

How could Xie Jin, a mere child, possibly match the speed of a warhorse on his two legs...?

When he regained consciousness, the child had no idea where he was. He only saw flames raging all around him, burning his skin, and he could vaguely hear people screaming in agony...

For some reason, he subconsciously wanted to stay away from the surrounding flames, as if he had been burned by them before.

After walking aimlessly for a while, I suddenly heard approaching footsteps in the distance: "This place has been burned to the ground like this, there probably isn't anyone left alive, right?"

"Who knows? Let's be careful. If we don't nip it in the bud, we'll be the ones who get punished."

The voice grew closer and closer. Although the boy didn't know who he was or why he was there, an indescribable fear welled up in his heart as soon as he heard the voice.

He wanted to find a place to hide, but found that all the places he could hide in were already on fire, and even if he went in, he would definitely die.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, the owners of those voices were already in front of him; he instinctively wanted to run away, but suddenly realized that the group of people in front of him seemed... unable to see him...

It even passed right through his body...

The boy stared in disbelief at the centaur passing through him and receding into the distance; then he looked down at his small, tender palms. He could still see his own body, but why?

"Am I...dead?" This was the first thought that flashed through his mind, as if someone had once told him that people cannot see their souls...

If he really is dead, how did he die? What exactly happened to him?

The more the boy thought about it, the more his head ached terribly; subconsciously he felt that he had forgotten more than just these things; but what exactly had he forgotten?

It seems he shouldn't be the only one facing this here...

But if he shouldn't be alone, then who should be the other person? Why does he feel that someone will be with him here?

Clearly... he remembers nothing at all...