Han Ling looked at the words on the book and confirmed again and again that it was not his hallucination.
"Don't be impulsive", why be impulsive? "Go back to the room as soon as possible." How does the other person know that he is not in the room?
Han Ling was a little shocked, but he was unwilling to let this opportunity go. If the other party could grasp his movements, they might be able to tell him how to escape from Mu Mansion and how to get revenge!
He suppressed his excitement and looked around. Mu Yuntong's garden is spotless, and the soil is very regular, like a tamed beast. There are not even stones in it, let alone carbon blocks.
Han Ling couldn't find the carbon, so he bit his finger and wrote on the paper while holding back the pain:
"Who are you? Do you know where I am? How do you know where I am?"
He was so eager that his blood smeared on the paper, and the large characters gradually lost their shape and became blurry. It was almost impossible to see the boundaries between the characters.
Han Ling looked at the words on the paper with some worry. Afraid that the other person could not see clearly, he gritted his teeth and wiped the blood on his clothes, preparing to write again.
The pain in the wound was so intense that it was unbearable.
At this time, the beautiful red handwriting began to appear intermittently on the page:
"My surname is Zheng, Zhennan Zheng. Han Ling, don't delay, Mu Yuntong is about to return. Take the path among the trees on the right to return to the room.
"As for what you want to know, I'll tell you."
After Han Ling read this paragraph, the urgent worry on his face disappeared, and he showed a proud smile.
Yes, just as he suspected.
The person opposite can see his situation, know his movements, and have good intentions toward him.
If he hadn't seen clearly, he wouldn't have known the name Mu Yuntong, let alone the relationship between Han Ling and Mu Yuntong. If she didn't have good intentions, she wouldn't need to help Han Ling. Han Ling's life and death had nothing to do with her.
The first two can actually help him, but the last one is what Han Ling really needs.
In the past two years, it's not like no one has reached out to him. But most of those people came to help him because of his reputation as "the son of the leader of the Korean alliance." Han Ling could tell that those people didn't really want to help him, but intended to use Han Ling's "orthodoxy" to benefit themselves, and it was best to get all the benefits. Therefore, when they discovered that his meridians were severed and all his internal energy was lost, they all frowned.
They did want a waste, a puppet, but Han Ling's condition no longer qualified him to be called a "warrior."
As for the remaining small number, most of them had been protected by Han Boli, so they wanted to save Han Ling and repay his kindness. A few of them had an agreement with Han Ling. Those people didn't care that Han Ling was a useless person now, or even that Han Ling would be a useless person from now on.
But Han Ling couldn't stand their eyes, which were pitiful, patient and self-satisfied. Once, two guards of the Jing family lit a fire in the side room of the Mu Mansion and wanted to take Han Ling out to marry the young sect master, Miss Jing family. They were so humble and dedicated, as if Han Ling was really the son-in-law the Jing family of the great disguise sect wanted.
But their eyes spoke their true words:
Ants.
Han Ling once proposed breakthrough ideas for the Jing family's mask production, thus consolidating the Jing family's position in the world. No matter how you say it, he is kind to the Jing family, and it is natural for him to be saved by the Jing family's hard work and planning.
But Han Ling from Meichuan could bear this kindness, but Han Ling from Yucheng couldn't.
He knew that if he went out like this, he would not become the husband of Miss Jing family, but would be raised by the Jing family as a useless person. Not only that, the Jing family will take good care of him, and there will never be any oversight.
But is leaving Yucheng like this really what he wants?
If Han Ling leaves, Mu Yuntong will immediately announce Han Ling's death. From then on, even if Han Ling practiced the supreme magic, he could not avenge his family openly.
If Han Ling leaves, he will be trapped by everything in Mu Mansion for the rest of his life, thinking that he is a deserter. It was uncomfortable to live in humiliation, but being a coward also made him feel ashamed.
If he walked out of this door today, more innocent people would experience the same pain because of him.
What's more - Han Ling thought mockingly to himself - if he leaves, he will always see that look.
Look at the eyes of the ants.
Han Ling sighed and did not catch the hand on the wall. Instead, he took two steps back and solemnly gave the two guards a fist.
"Two eldest brothers, Han Ling appreciates the kindness of the Jing family. Han Ling is not worthy of the help from the two eldest brothers, and he is not willing to accept unrequited kindness. Let's say goodbye."
He turned his head, ignoring the confused expressions of the two men, and walked into the fire step by step.
Zhennan Zheng family, he seemed to have heard this name somewhere. Where did he come from?
Han Ling still had more questions to ask, but time was running out, so he ducked into the bushes on the right and climbed back into the house impatiently. On the way back, the thorny Ayu vine got wrapped around my right leg and I almost couldn't climb out.
As soon as he entered the house, he quickly found the basin, washed his hands and face, and huddled under the quilt without saying a word.
Sure enough, not long after he lay down, he heard two people walking in while talking.
One of them said: "The leader of the Mu League intends to build momentum, so you will publicize it in the open, and I will create public opinion in the dark. Remember, you must not shout or kill if you disagree with the leader, otherwise you will lose the face of the leader."
The other said coldly: "What a good calculation. Mr. Ma, you don't have to restrain yourself in the dark. If I make any mistakes, I will be criticized by thousands of people and despised by thousands of people."
The man named Ma sighed: "Mingyu, don't get angry with me at this time."
The woman named Mingyu snorted, pushed open the door with one hand, and said angrily: "Brother, you know me, I don't like to be controlled by others. We used to be heroes and righteousness in Yanshan, and we fought against injustice. We didn't live a very happy life. Happy?
"Why do you have to go down the mountain now and cooperate with a villain like Mu Yuntong who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors?"
The man said helplessly: "Mingyu, the current martial arts world is no longer the one we are familiar with. There are new rules for everything. Leader Han could not judge the situation, so he ended up where he is now; Leader Mu -"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped. Han Ling knew that he had seen him, so he closed his eyes tightly and tried to calm his breathing.
The woman took a few steps towards him, without concealing her voice at all, and sounded extremely excited: "Brother, there is a big living person here. If he hears what we say, it will be dangerous.
"Don't you advocate 'benevolence'? Mr. Ma, what do you think we should do now? Should we keep it, or should I take action now?"
Han Ling heard the man sigh and say, "Mingyu..."
The book on his chest felt hot again, as if something was trapping him, making him unable to move for a moment.
At the same time, the man walked up to him, checked his breathing and pulse, and shook his head.
His tiger's mouth, index finger, and middle finger are very rough, and he is a man who practices swordsmanship all year round.
"Mingyu, when we came here, did you see that everyone outside was very busy?
"It's not yet noon, but there is a servant sleeping in the room of Leader Mu's house." He said, "Think about it carefully, is this person's identity something you and I can touch?"
Most of the woman's arrogance disappeared in an instant. She stamped her feet and couldn't help but mumbled a few words: "You have a point... but who would worry so much before taking action like you do?"
The man gave a short laugh and sent her out to look at the door, and she reluctantly went out.
Just when Han Ling thought he had escaped, he heard the man use the voice transmission method on him:
"Mr. Han, I hope you won't be dissatisfied with what I just said, and don't blame my ignorant sister.
"My name is Ma Li, and I used to be an ANBU under the Korean leader. You must look down on people like me.
"I know very well that Leader Han and Mrs. Zhuo are both brilliant figures, but such people will always be useful to us. When Mrs. Leader Han was alive, we were shadows in the night, humble, but we could survive. . But after the alliance leader’s wife left, we were the first group to be liquidated.
“If it weren’t for Alliance Leader Mu, those of us today would have experienced even more bloody massacres.
"Han Langjun, I know that your meridians have been severed and you are no longer able to practice martial arts. But Alliance Leader Mu at least spared your life. If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. You should understand this truth better than me.
"Mr. Han, whether you can hear these words or not, these are the words from the bottom of my heart. Ma Li has done too many dirty things in his life and is not worthy of being driven by Mr. Lang. But if Mr. Lang needs it again, then If you blow this whistle, I will go to great lengths to get to your husband."
After he finished speaking, he took off a jade whistle from his chest, placed it next to Han Ling, clasped his fists and left.
Unfortunately, Han Ling did not have the internal strength at that time. Ma Li's earnest instructions were nothing but noise in Han Ling's ears.
It wasn't until a long time later that Han Ling understood what Ma Li meant by what he said to him. At that time, he was stroking the jade whistle hanging around his neck and sighed.
Looking back at that time, after Han Ling listened to the noise and the brother and sister leaving, he stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his head.
He opened the pages and searched carefully for the small red words, but found nothing.
Han Ling did not give up. He picked up a piece of coal from the ground and wrote: "Why do you know my situation?"
There was no movement on the page for a long time, then Han Ling wrote another sentence.
A sentence that exposed his inner pride and inferiority.
"Why do you want to help me?"
The response came quickly this time, and Zheng Yu's handwriting became a little sloppy, but still neat:
"Because I need your help."
Han Ling suddenly became excited. As a useless person, he has not heard such words for a long time, and no one has been willing to "use" him for a long time.
But the inferiority complex in his heart clung to him like an Ayutan, causing him to ask this question: "How can I help you?"
Zheng Yu avoided this question, just like she avoided Han Ling's first question.
"Han Ling," the red writing on the page slowly fell, and Han Ling could almost hear Zheng Yu's gentle and slow voice, "I will help you get revenge, and I will help you become the leader of the martial arts alliance."
Zheng Yu spoke so firmly, as if she had already seen the future, and she was sure that she would realize what she said. Han Ling was holding the book, his hands were shaking and he was on the verge of tears.
At this time, all the doubts and dark speculations about Zheng Yu's identity were no longer important.
He wrote: "Can you take me out of Mu Mansion?"
Zheng Yu's pen tip left an ink dot on the paper. It took a long time for her to continue writing:
"It's difficult, but I can do it. Han Ling, you must be patient and cherish it."
Only then did Han Ling feel hungry. Hunger was the proof of being alive. He remembered that he had not eaten for two meals, and he was so hungry that he wished he could eat a cow. But he was so happy, as if this vibrant summer was finally related to him, as if a cluster of fire fell on his long-silent heart, burning through the dead branches and leaves of self-doubt. Han Ling struggled to get up. His body was as tattered as a moth-eaten doorstep, but he managed to support himself out of the door with just one breath. He walked to the kitchen with his head raised and began to devour the food without caring about the eyes of others.
In a corner unknown to Han Ling, Zheng Yu was sitting on the bed, holding a bowl of rough corn mush in his hand, swallowing with difficulty. Her legs were folded behind her like they were boneless, and a wet cloth was placed on her broad and beautiful forehead. Her cloudy eyes looked forward, and everything seemed to be swallowed up by darkness.
On the oil-stained wooden table in front of her, there was a book spread out, which was the "General Theory of Flowers and Plants in the South of Lichuan".
Opposite her, a sturdy peasant woman was holding a bowl of cornstarch and drinking heavily. After drinking the bowl, she wiped her mouth and said, "Sister, let's make an agreement. You teach my children to read and write, and I will provide you with food and accommodation."
Zheng Yu struggled to smile and nodded.
"...Thank you, Madam Cen, for taking me in..."
The high fever all over her body made her almost faint, but she still picked up the book on the table with trembling hands and tried to bring it close to her eyes, trying to distinguish the words clearly.
"Thank you, thank you," these words are really beautiful and proud, like a tall pine tree or a handsome bamboo.
Are these words written with carbon blocks? The conditions around him were so bad that the toner rolled onto her.
Han Ling, Han Ling, can you really fulfill my instructions?
Can I really fulfill my promise?
Another sharp headache hit. Zheng Yu could hardly hold on and almost fell off the bed.
Amid the severe pain and high fever, Zheng Yu's eyes suddenly turned black. In the haze, she seemed to see her loving parents; her younger brothers and sisters who gathered around her and asked her to tell stories; and her elder sister who had her long hair tied up high, carrying a sword on her back, and walked forward with a smile.
But why? Why do you all leave one by one and don't want to stay for me?
Why did the ruthless flames swallow up everything and leave me alone?
Why, you won’t hold my hand and let me go with you...
No, that's not right! Zheng Yu suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes, causing the peasant woman who came to support her to scream in fright. Zheng Yu sat on the bed, her eyes wide open, her canthus cracked, tears flowing out like a flood, but she smiled.
Yes, I stayed, only I stayed.
Because I was the one left behind, I couldn't leave or follow them.
I still have things to do. Since I am alive, I must do something for you.
But...can I really do it?
In the haze, she seemed to see her sister again. The sister bent down and gently stroked her hair.
"You can definitely do it. Xiaoyu, you can do whatever you want."
