"Eh, eh?" Bai Hao watched him running away. He was stunned for two seconds before coming back to his senses and quickly ran in to collect the talisman.
Baihao couldn't understand even more, but these two people were able to see the viewer, so with his status, he naturally couldn't interrupt.
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"Hoo, ho..."
Dongfang Shiming ran under a tree outside the view, and the last bit of blue luster completely dissipated from here. However, he saw that the last movement of the body was to reach out to support the tree trunk. In this case, he only needed to do it again.
Pulling out another talisman, he squeezed open the wound on his hand and whispered: "Spot Talisman, get up!"
The blue light overlapped with the tree trunk, and soon Dongfang Shiming reproduced the figure who was eager to escape based on the image in his mind.
Sure enough, overlapping with the previous clip, Dongfang Shiming saw this person taking a breath under the tree for a while, and then immediately ran towards a place with unsteady steps. However, compared with just now, his running at this moment is obviously much slower, and Dongfang Shiming can keep up without using all his strength.
This time the light disappeared faster than last time. I think it was because it was outdoors and was exposed to wind and rain, so the traces were harder to retain.
This place is still not far from Xiangfeng Temple, but this person is running towards the wilderness away from the village. Standing at the place where the image disappeared, only withered and yellow grasses were left swaying, but it was difficult to find anything that could record the traces.
In this case, he naturally would not give up. Looking back on this person's actions just now, it seems that he was exhausted, or in a trance, or he was physically injured or disabled, and running on a snowy night was very strenuous.
He just ran a few steps and then rested on the tree trunk. If this was the case, then as long as he found nearby trees and rocks for support and cover, he should be able to pick up clues again.
He looked around and quickly noticed a protruding rock not far away. After running a few steps quickly, he cast the talisman again next to the rock, searching for the stone with hope.
Suddenly, that familiar aura appeared again. Dongfang Shiming thought that it was as expected. He opened his eyes again and saw this man perched behind a rock and sitting on the ground. He seemed to be a little wary.
Dongfang Shiming watched his every move. Soon, the image started to move again, and he could be seen walking more slowly, bending his waist and continuing to run in the direction he had just gone.
On the other side, Bai Hao drove a carriage, but there was no trace of Dongfang Shiming.
"Huh? Shiming...where have you been?"
She held the reins with a confused look on her face and looked around, but she couldn't determine where Dongfang Shiming was going.
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time flies. Dongfang Shiming pursued all the way, following the image through rugged mountain roads and jungles, and it was already night before he knew it.
The chill soon spread. Dongfang Shiming was exhausted after running for a day. The cold wind in the forest penetrated through his clothes. He had to take a rest.
His location is a stone bridge in the mountains. No one has left Shiqiao for many years. Dongfang Shiming looked at the map and found that this person's escape route was deliberately avoiding people and looking for such a weird place to travel.
He slid and sat next to the old stone pier of the stone bridge, watching the last blue light reflected in the stone bridge disappear in the middle of the stone bridge.
Looking up, I saw a little bit of moonlight shining through the clouds.
In such deep mountains, there are no ferocious bears, tigers, snakes and insects only in winter.
Dongfang Shiming had some dead grass branches scattered on the ground. The leaves were naturally left uncleaned in the mountains and became crispy and rotten after being covered by the snow. Dongfang Shiming kicked open a small piece of open space, sat down and piled a small pile of firewood, took out the firewood and lit it.
A ray of open fire dispelled the cold, and Dongfang Shiming's physical strength slowly recovered.
He leaned against the stone pier and had many questions in his mind about this journey. This man has been running since he left Xiangfeng Temple. What is he running from?
In addition, his running style is enough to show that he is not in good physical condition. Was he lame from birth, or was he injured the day after tomorrow? Or was he also injured during the violence?
Also, what on earth was he hiding from...?
Dongfang Shiming felt a chill on his back, but quickly regained his composure.
No matter what, this person is the one who harmed his mother and the Dongfang family. No matter what, whether it was him or the hidden secret behind it, he would find out along the way.
Thinking like this, he touched the talisman bag given to him by Luan Fufeng on his waist. The dot mark inside has bottomed out, and the originally bulging bag has lost a lot of weight. It seems that next, I will have to draw the talisman myself and use it.
In the dark mountain forest, this ravine is like an underground river. Dongfang Shiming looked at the fire with sparks jumping in front of him. This light was like the only jumping crack under the sealed deep pool.
Dongfang Shiming stood up. He kicked the fire out, and it was time to get back on track.
Relying on the pillars of the stone bridge, he managed to draw a few talismans. It was almost blown away by the wind a few times, but fortunately he was extremely careful. After about two moments, he made more than ten more, which could at least be used for a while.
In addition...he has never been willing to use the last talisman. However, traveling at night is quite tiring, so it seems that it has to be used.
Thinking about it, he pulled out a talisman with a pattern that was obviously different from the first two talismans. This talisman is easy to use. Just stick it on the Zusanli point and say "Jiama talisman, rise" and you will immediately feel the wind blowing under your feet.
In conjunction with the dot mark, when the blue body started running again, Dongfang Shiming chased it as easily as flying.
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In the deep forest, a rustling figure was running quickly, carrying a whistling wind.
The dark cicada wings were like a nightmare on a cold night, floating ghostly in this forest. And an imperceptible glimmer of light curved into an arc in the jungle, like a translucent spider web.
No one could have imagined that in such a silent wind, a silent duel would reach a dangerous moment.
The thin line-like edge was extremely sharp, instantly cutting through the killing intent coming from all directions. At the same time, there is a thin and thin blade that suddenly comes along the flow of the air, like a flying blade. It looks soft, but it is a deadly fang.
The familiar weapon, Leng Ying Changxin's sword light reflected Meng Jingchen's face in the darkness in the dim light of the white horse. The extremely thin cicada wings passed by his throat. If it had missed by even an inch, he would have been splattered with blood and died on the spot.
The cicada wings disappeared into the boundless darkness again. Meng Jingchen suppressed the weight of his breathing. His eyes and ears, the tip of his nose and lungs, and even every pore in his body were feeling the changes in the surrounding airflow. This was what he needed to fight Mo Yindao to the death. A tiny bet.
