When Han Sheng found Ling Yu, the entire sky was already dyed orange and red.
The sun is in the western horizon, and the clouds in the sky show different colors in the dusk. The sunset scenery on the mountain has a unique charm, but no one is in the mood to stop and enjoy it. In his eyes, the setting sun was as dazzling as blood.
It took them a while to deal with She Ji, but after an inexplicable little boy appeared, She Ji stopped and left without fighting with them for too long. Then they searched for the two people along the mountain road, but there was no news. Not long after, Xie Zhe suddenly said that Amiao was running towards them, but Han Zhang couldn't see him. When Amiao saw them, she started shouting continuously, her voice short and shrill, like a special alarm. But when Xie Zhe walked up to it to find out the situation, it suddenly disappeared.
That's right, it just...disappeared. Xie Zhe couldn't tell. Just the moment Amiao disappeared, it seemed as if some force suddenly pulled it from behind and escaped into the void. Needless to say, Miyin and the others must be in trouble, otherwise Amiao would not have such an abnormality. From then on, the rhythm of the two people was messed up. So they split up, Han Zhang followed the remaining auras of the girls to look for traces, and Xie Zhe immediately went to Xueyan Valley to find someone for help, because... the doctor might be useful.
Han Zhang has a good sense of smell, but for some reason the smell in this area is too messy. That very strange little boy - the one with She Ji and the others, had an unusual aura. He didn't know who that little guy was or what the Shadow Pavilion had done to him. He only knew that the smell of different poisons on his body covered up the traces of too many others. It wasn't until dusk approached that he smelled the faint, familiar smell of a human woman in this fault area.
...from beneath the fault.
He saw Ling Quan sitting sideways on a dead stem protruding from the cliff, holding on to the stone wall with both hands to maintain balance. She was so motionless, like a big stone integrated into the cliff. He called Ling Huan for the first time, but she didn't respond. Then he raised his voice and shouted three or four times. After that, Ling Huan slowly raised his head, his movements stiff, as if dirt would fall down every time he moved slightly. Han Chang knew that she was frightened and climbed down the cliff regardless of the danger.
Xie Zhe brought many people with him, all of whom were disciples of the Xue Yan Sect. They all wore sect costumes, carried their own weapons, and held unlit torches in case of emergency. If possible, it is best to finish work before dark, otherwise the situation will be more troublesome. One of the older women comforted him that there were no monsters and ghosts in Xueyan Valley and their lives would not be in danger. But Xie Zhe also knew very well that the terrain in an inaccessible mountainous area was bound to be steep, and this female disciple must have taken care of his mood to not say these words. The disciples began to search carefully. After Xie Zhe climbed a small slope alone, he saw an astonishing scene.
A fox - a huge fox, a red fire fox with nine tails, was holding a girl's clothes from the waist of her mouth. Under the last rays of the setting sun, the tips of its hair glowed with soft golden light, like an unquenchable flame.
After learning the fact that he had been rescued, Ling Hu immediately lost consciousness. After it put the girl on the ground, she transformed. When the disciples from behind arrived, they only saw two people standing next to an unconscious girl, with exhaustion written all over their faces.
They took her to Snow Inkstone Valley. The disciples arranged guest rooms for the three of them and left two people nearby to take care of them. The older female disciple who gave the first name brought a basin of hot water with a brand new handkerchief hanging on the basin.
"The master is away these days, so I and several other qualified disciples will be responsible for the affairs in the valley. If you don't take good care of me, please bear with me."
"It's okay, it's okay." Xie Zhe took the basin, dipped the handkerchief in it, and said, "Thank you, Senior Zuoyun." "It's okay, everyone who comes is a guest. We have arranged for people to search all night You have another companion, so why don’t you rest for a night and make some adjustments. By then, we haven’t found him yet, and you guys will be exhausted first.”
"It's okay. I'll go with them. Just leave one person to take care of them."
Han Chang stood up again not long after sitting down, exchanged a few words with Senior Zuoyun, and walked towards the door again. Xie Zhe told him that if Ling Huan woke up and told him any important information, he would come out to find them immediately. Then, he wiped Ling Huan's face with a hot towel. The wounds on her face had coagulated blood, leaving a thin scab, and the rest of the exposed skin was covered in dust. But he didn't dare to wipe hard, as he didn't know when he would get bruises. Although Ling Huan is still asleep, he still feels pain in his dream, right?
When Xie Zhe touched her right arm, it felt like a stiff piece of wood wrapped in a layer of human skin. Apart from being a little dirty, there were no bruises.
Who would have thought that coming to Xue Yan Sect for the first time would cause so much trouble for the disciples. Xie Zhe felt somewhat regretful and thought that when he found Mi Yin, he would thank them properly. Senior Sister Zuoyun asked the other disciples to go to the guest room next door to rest and wait. Then she poured two cups of hot water, sat down, and asked Xie Zhe:
"Let me confirm again. Is the name of the other missing girl Xue Miyin?"
"Um."
"Where are you from?"
"We came from different places...but we were all far away. Before winter, I had already set out, met them on the road, and walked with them."
"Oh...are you all coming to Xueyan Valley?"
"To be honest, we had different purposes at the beginning. But... yes, now we all come to Xueyan Valley."
"You want to find Yun Waijing, right?"
Xie Zhe was twisting the handkerchief. He paused for a while when he heard these words, then nodded and continued to fiddle with his hands.
"Yes."
"I'm not afraid of making fun of you," Senior Sister Zuoyun laughed at herself, "This morning, we discovered that the lock of the room where the Yun Waijing was placed was broken."
Xie Zhe suddenly turned back to look at her with a very complicated mood. First of all, her statement confirmed that Yun Waijing was here. But what about the second time? Someone came in without knowing it and broke the lock. Without thinking too much, he could confirm that it must be the woman and She Ji and the others who were responsible.
"That--"
"Yun Waijing is fine." She said immediately, "We checked it and it was not damaged or changed. I really don't know who did it. It is a blatant provocation... If you just want to see it, we are also willing to show it. But unfortunately, Yun Waijing is no longer as responsive as he used to be."
"I think... I've heard of it." Xie Zhe asked vaguely, "What exactly is going on?"
"In the cloud outside the mirror, there lived a fusang god who knew the world and the earth. He called himself Xiao. It is said that he was still in Xueyan Valley hundreds of years ago, and then left. It seems that in the same year, a man in the valley holding a demon sword My senior had an accident... I heard that he was originally going to take over as Liudao Wuchang. The disciples were very happy that the Xue Yan Sect could produce two Zou Wuchang who were famous for their good deeds. Several generations of my family have been disciples of the valley, and it is said that they are also related to That senior personally experienced the Battle of Shenshan. So I have always believed in the stories passed down from my family."
"The Battle of Shenshan?"
"That's what Gu Zhong said... The battle with Yun Waijing and an incense burner took place in Xueyan Valley. At that time, the current Shuangyue Lord drew the Demon Sealing Blade——"
"Ah... I know that. The hilltop has filled up a valley."
"Yes, even though it's just a small hill, it does have an impressive name." Daoyun smiled and continued, "At that time, Lord Shuangyue was only the youngest junior sister of the Xue Yan Sect. Now there are... many Year. By the way, then, what did you originally ask for when you came to Yun Waijing? Don't blame me for talking too much. Even if the lost gods still live here, according to the process, we should also ask. Of course, if you don't want to say it now, It doesn’t matter.”
"It's not me who seeks Yun Waijing, but the young master who went out just now. His brother suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago, and he has been looking for him. On the way here, we also heard There were bad rumors saying that his brother was hanging out with bad guys. So... Oh. It's a pity that such an accident happened and he was so busy that he couldn't even take care of his brother's affairs. But, how could that god of death suddenly disappear? What? Did he say goodbye to the Xue Yan Sect? Or, something happened to the spirit body..."
"I think not. After all, it happened a long time ago, and even our fathers don't know about it. I heard that he left on his own and said goodbye to the senior disciples in the valley. But no one saw him arrogantly The earth left the valley, perhaps because of some spiritual connection, or it simply left the mirror."
"How could Fu Sangshen leave his own body? At least, he has to bring a mirror..."
"In this world, there are people outside the human world, and there is a sky outside the sky. Even among the monsters, there must be monsters that are strong enough to break free from the shackles of their own bodies... The world is huge and has a long history. It is full of wonders like this. Maybe they are not free from the shackles... "
"...But the range that he can escape from is far enough?"
Thinking of this, Xie Zhe suddenly recalled Amiao during the day. It disappeared instantly. Could it be that... it exceeded the range of activities that A Miao could originally leave the shamisen? He suddenly became nervous and took out a handful of water from the towel in his hand. No, it shouldn't be... If so, Xue Miyin said that she and Amiao acted separately when they fought against Xueyue Lord and Feng. A few blocks are far enough apart, even if it's a cliff—
Cliff... cliff. Xie Zhe really didn't dare to think about it, even though Han Chang did find her there. But even if it's a cliff, this distance should still be... Or is the shamisen damaged? Xie Zhe only felt a numbness in his scalp.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Come in." Zhang Yun said.
A young man opened the door, stuck his head in, and waved to her. So Zhang Yun stood up and told Xie Zhe that he still had matters to deal with, and if he had any questions, he could call nearby disciples at any time. Xie Zhe nodded and thanked her, and she left. After the door was closed, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and no sound could be heard.
The suffocating silence overwhelmed everything. Xie Zhe stood up, took out the water and prepared to fill another basin to make some noise. When he came back, he found that Ling Huan had woken up. She sat up and stared blankly at the wall in front of her, her eyes empty.
Xie Zhe quickly put down the basin and ran forward.
"Are you okay?" He didn't dare to ask other things. "How do you feel? Do you want to drink a glass of water first? It's okay now. We are in the Snow Inkstone Sect. Just wait for me for a while, and I'll ask other disciples to find some. Something light…”
He turned around and was about to leave, when Ling Huan suddenly grabbed his arm. The force was so strong that he would not be able to recover from the pain for a while. Is this a state that a patient would have? He gritted his teeth and refrained from shouting. Then he looked back at Ling Huan and saw her lips trembled slightly, as if she was about to say something.
"Mi, Miyin..." She said in a breathy voice.
"Don't worry, Han Sheng has already gone to find them with them. It won't be long -"
Before he could finish his words, a bursting cry strangled the silence of the night before dawn.
