In the ruined temple, a slovenly man put his face on his hands and snored loudly. He lay on his side next to the fire and fell asleep. The warm and soft firelight shone on his dirty face.
The man in black was holding a jade plaque in his hand, closing his eyes and concentrating. Beads of sweat as big as peas gradually appeared on his forehead.
Soon after, his lips turned white and he suddenly opened his eyes. He looked a little exhausted, and his eyes glanced at the sloppy man intentionally or unintentionally.
Outside the temple, Zi Yang tightly grasped the wrist of the woman in red, Qian Rou, and suddenly felt a numbness in his body, making him unable to exert some strength.
thump!
He knelt limply in front of the woman in red and said in horror, "How could this happen..."
"This is a defeat? Are you kidding me!" Jia Juesheng began to panic when he saw that he had lost.
"What on earth did you do to me! You witch!" Ziyang put his hands on the ground, his palms full of sweat, and roared unwillingly.
Defeat meant death. He knew this deeply. Even he himself was no match for the woman in red, let alone Jia Juesheng.
"Do you have any last words?" the woman in red said coldly.
Zi Yang saw Jia Juesheng slumped in front of the temple gate with a deathly expression, and said with a wry smile: "This happened because of me. I hope you can let him go."
The woman in red turned her head to look at Jia Juesheng and sneered: "Is this a begging for mercy before death?"
"That's right. Also! You'd better act quickly, I don't want to suffer any more."
After saying that, Zi Yang closed his eyes.
tread! tread! tread!
The gentle footsteps of the woman in red were approaching. Facing the approach of death, Zi Yang's body trembled a little.
Although he was trying his best to control his emotions and stop himself from shaking, his body could not help but tremble.
When he thought that he was about to die just after starting his adventure, he felt a little unwilling to do so because he had not completed anything he wanted to do.
Dying with regret is ultimately extremely reluctant.
In this world, only the strong can decide life and death, while the weak can only be slaughtered.
As a gust of fragrant wind blew by, when the footsteps stopped, his body stopped shaking. He knew that this suffering was about to end.
Poof! Poof!
Two blood arrows flew out, accompanied by a howl, and two bright red blood marks were sprinkled on the white snow. Ziyang lay motionless on the ground, and the woman in red turned and left.
After the figure of the woman in red completely disappeared into the snow, Jia Juesheng walked over with his arms crossed and tears in his eyes.
When he saw the bloody stains on Zi Yang's body, he stopped looking at him. Fortunately, the woman in red left him a whole body.
He knelt beside Ziyang and used his hands to lift the snow on the ground to cover him. This could be regarded as sending him off for the last time.
The snow quickly covered most of Ziyang's body, leaving only his head uncovered.
"Just go with peace of mind, I will avenge you." Jia Juesheng offered a handful of snow, turned his eyes away, and covered Zi Yang's bloody head with snow.
"Forget it. Let's take a look." Just when he turned his head, he found Ziyang looking at him with blood on his face.
The two looked at each other, Zi Yang blinked and said, "What are you doing?"
After a moment, Jia Juesheng dropped the snowflakes in his hands and fell backwards. He put his hands on the ground and moved backwards with his feet.
Finally, he stood up and ran towards the ruined temple, shouting: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming! Someone is cheating! Come and save me!"
"return!"
There was a roar from behind Jia Juesheng, and he stopped shouting, slowly recovered, looked at him carefully, and said, "Are you not dead?"
"Nonsense! Can a dead person talk to you?" Zi Yang glanced at him with a hint of resentment.
Jia Juesheng asked: "Since you are not dead, then when I buried you just now, why did you lie on the ground silently like a dead person?"
"Push the snow off my back first, you bastard! Do you want to bury me alive?!" Zi Yang spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at him fiercely.
In the ruined temple, a man in black was sitting next to the fire. His left hand clasped his right wrist, his right index finger was close to his middle finger, and his two fingers pointed at the jade plaque hanging in front of him.
The fluid power in his body gathered in his two fingers. Before he could release the fluid power to activate the jade token, his closed eyes quietly opened, looking shocked.
clang!
The jade plaque hanging in front of him suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
The man in black dropped his hands to the ground, his eyes quickly glanced around, and finally settled on the sloppy man, "Could it be that... he was responsible for this poison? There is no reason. Or... "
Just when he was guessing who was poisoning, Jia Juesheng helped Ziyang open the door and walked in, "Looking at the faces of these two people, this pretty boy must have been poisoned as well."
The sloppy man was sleeping soundly, but the woman in red was nowhere to be seen.
Thinking of this, he instantly turned his gaze to the long-extinguished fire, which was where the woman in red was before. "If she really poisoned her, what was her purpose of poisoning?"
All kinds of questions flashed through the mind of the man in black. Although he didn't know who had administered the poison, what was certain was that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
The two of them first looked at the sloppy man who was sleeping soundly, and then turned to the man in black. He met their gazes and said with a smile: "You two friends should come to my place."
After sitting down, Jia Juesheng took out the medicinal herbs he brought with him and applied them to the three-inch scars on both sides of Ziyang's face.
"Are you poisoned too?" Zi Yang asked casually when he saw the man in black was limp.
The man in black nodded, pointed to the jade token on the ground, and said, "Friend, you don't seem to have been poisoned, right? Please pick up the jade token on the ground for me."
Jia Juesheng picked up the jade plaque and asked, "Is this jade plaque yours?"
The man in black said humbly: "This is the jade plaque below."
"I advise you to put such a valuable thing away quickly." Jia Juesheng thrust the jade token into his hand.
The man in black raised his eyes and said with deep gratitude: "Thank you, thank you very much."
Zi Yang stared straight at the jade token in the man's hand and asked curiously: "What is this blue jade token used for? Can you show it to me?"
The man in black quickly stuffed the jade plaque into his cuff and started a new topic: "This friend has a good face. If it weren't for this face, I would probably die in the hands of that woman today."
"You are not a friend of a friend, my name is Ziyang, his name is Jia Juesheng, what is your name?"
"I'm the 'Lone Wanderer' Zhu Feng. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."
"Pig Peak?"
"It's chasing the wind, chasing the chasing, chasing the wind, chasing the wind."
"Oh. Zhufeng." Zi Yang blinked and asked, "What do you mean by what you just said? How did you know that I lost before you even left the temple?"
"Uh, this..." Zhufeng looked embarrassed, then smiled and said, "Guess."
Since Zi Yang had never seen the jade plaque, he naturally didn't understand Zhufeng's identity, but Jia Juesheng was well-informed. From the moment he saw the jade plaque, he already had a conclusion in his mind.
Only divination prophets have this ability to know the truth of things in advance by instilling fluid power into jade tablets.
Of course, not all divination prophets have the ability to make miraculous calculations. Those who are not strong enough will inevitably get wrong answers.
The reason why Zhufeng didn't show Zi Yang the jade tablet was because he was afraid that he would break the jade tablet. For a divination prophet, the jade tablet was equivalent to his own life.
Once the jade tablet is broken, it will definitely hurt the divination prophet himself. At least the river basin will be destroyed and he will be reduced to a useless person, and at worst, his life will be hurt.
In order to prevent Ziyang from asking questions, Jia Juesheng said: "Don't you always want to have a good sleep? Now that it is safe, why don't you sleep?"
"My face is hurt and I can't sleep. You should go to sleep first." Zi Yang moved his body next to Zhu Feng and asked with a smile, "Why don't you think that woman killed me? I did scold her."
"Because your face is so stunning, people who didn't know better thought you were pretending to be a big girl." Zhufeng felt ashamed and said, "To be honest, when you came in, I was attracted by your face. Attracted."
After hearing this, Zi Yang felt something was wrong and immediately distanced himself from him.
Seeing him flinching, Zhufeng hurriedly corrected him: "Don't get me wrong. I just admire you and have no other intentions. You can rest assured."
"Since both you and that woman have a crush on me, why did uncle drive me away? Does he have any prejudice against me?" Zi Yang pointed at the sloppy man sleeping on his side.
Zhufeng opened his mouth slightly, thought for a long time, and said, "Everyone has a different concept of appreciating beauty. Not everyone is the same as me."
"That's right. Hua Yao always sticks to me, but Jia Juesheng doesn't." Zi Yang looked at Jia Juesheng and said in a low mood: "Since I left Wu Zheng Town, I always feel empty in my heart."
Jia Juesheng leaned his head against the wall and ignored him, "You have been so heartless all day long, letting your temper do whatever you want. I don't even believe what you say."
Although he thought so in his heart, Ziyang's actions still moved him very much in some matters.
For example, Zi Yang knew that his legs and feet were inconvenient, so he opened a path in front of the snow mountain alone, and after he was defeated by the woman in red, he begged the other party to let him go.
Jia Juesheng saw all this and remembered it in his heart.
Jia Juesheng suddenly sat up and thought of an extremely important thing. He looked at Zhufeng and asked, "Do you have a spiritual source stone on you?"
Zhufeng's expression changed, and he felt deeply ashamed and said, "I'm sorry. I drank all the spiritual source stones on my body yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't be living in this ruined temple temporarily."
"You said there's someone nearby?" Zi Yang asked casually.
Zhufeng nodded and replied, "Yes."
Zi Yang and Jia Juesheng stared at him expectantly with their eyes widened.
"After climbing dozens of mountains, there will be people thousands of miles away." Zhufeng said with a smile.
After hearing this, the two of them leaned against the wall and fell asleep.
