The mountain road was rugged and dark, making it extremely difficult to walk. Zhili endured the severe pain in his feet and ran forward.
The security here is extremely tight, and there are shadows of the Forbidden Army and Jinwu Guards almost everywhere. All he can rely on is his familiarity with the terrain and the flexibility of his steps.
However, although he is said to be flexible, in fact, he has only practiced for less than a year and is completely unable to achieve a state of ease.
The pursuers came fiercely, so he jumped down from the mountain gate, endured the pain in his feet and ran wildly, trying to distance himself, but he couldn't see the road clearly in the darkness. His calf hurt, and he tripped over something, and he fell forward in an instant.
My body reacted to protective measures and protected my head before landing. However, my shoulder was stabbed by a sharp object. I felt a sharp pain. I raised my hand to wipe it away, and it started to bleed.
Zhili pushed himself up and continued running forward, mouthing a string of curse words: "What a fucking bad luck, I messed with whoever I provoked, the dog emperor, it's all up to you, you're going to die a damn good death!"
I curse you to bite your tongue while eating, chopsticks to break your throat, water to enter the coffin, water to guide thunder, corpse to zoom, and to attract wild dogs..."
The scolding was so fast that he didn't lift it up in one breath and almost fell down again.
The blood on his body dripped on the ground, leaving a long trace, and Zheli almost cried.
"There's no way to escape this damn thing." Zhili pulled up the corner of his clothes, trying to cover the wound with his clothes, but the soles of his shoes were also stained with blood.
Since it was about to end, he didn't care about anything, opened his mouth and shouted towards the valley above, crying: "Master!! Help!!! Your lovely little apprentice is going to be doomed!!!"
The sound echoed in the empty valley and was carried far away.
After shouting, he continued to run forward.
"Over there!"
"I heard it too, it's over there!"
"Chase!"
…
The pursuers heard the sound and came at great speed.
"I can't die, I can't die," Zhili muttered as he ran, "I can't die, and even if I die, I can't die in the hands of this dog emperor, otherwise I'll be worse than a dog."
He wanted to run as fast as he could, but he really didn't have enough physical strength, and he was afraid that there would be more obstacles in the darkness that would trip him up.
Now, the pursuers were moving faster and faster, and he could already hear the movements of those people.
If you really want to die...
Looking at the cliff on the other side.
Now there is a biggest question before him, that is, when the pursuers catch up, will he be shot to death directly on the spot, or will he be taken back and tortured again.
It would be really miserable if he died here. He didn't want to die in their hands.
If he is taken back, Master will definitely save him. Although he will definitely be tortured and tortured before saving him, but... it is better to die than live.
What should I do? Take a gamble?
Should we wait here for the pursuers, or should we just jump over there and end it ourselves?
If I had known better, I wouldn't have made such a bold move. Sure enough, there is no benefit in blindly talking about loyalty. Let Old Sect Master Pei deal with that problem by himself!
The heavenly man struggled for a while, and Zhili finally decided that he would die in his own hands.
He held on to his breath and walked lamely towards the edge of the cliff.
The back wind at the edge of the cliff made him shiver. As he got closer and closer, he didn't hesitate at all and suddenly started running wildly, preparing to grit his teeth and jump down.
"Don't!" There was a startled shout, and someone rushed from the right, hugged him while he was running, and threw him to the other side.
The frost and snow splashed so hard that he coughed violently and sat up from the ground.
The pursuers are close at hand, and the torches are shining brightly.
"Hand!" the person shouted, grabbing the torn hand, carrying him on his back, and ran towards the other side.
Zhi Li was still coughing, and the dry frost and snow made his throat hurt. Since he had just cried, he began to hiccup crazily, coughing and hiccuping. Tears were still coming out, and blood was still flowing.
"Thank you, thank you." Zhili said.
Only then did he realize that the man carrying him was unusually tall and strong.
"I'm holding your bamboo hat down." Zhili said.
The man didn't speak. He held him up with one hand and used the wooden stick in his other hand to open the way. He walked very quickly.
"Who are you?" Zhili asked again, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
"Let's talk later," the man said.
"Okay." Zhili said without saying anything, quietly hiccupping.
More than half an hour later, they left the mountain. The man put down the young boy on his back in a flat open space, then squatted down to light a fire.
There is already an extinguished fire in this place, and there is a small cave inside that can be sheltered.
As the fire ignited, Zhili stretched out his hand to grill it. He raised his head and looked at the man. Suddenly he was stunned and blinked. He felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
"Who are you?" Zhili asked.
The man added some dry branches to the fire and turned his head to look at him.
The little boy was only twelve or thirteen years old. He had not grown at all and was extremely small. His face was stained with tears, sweat, blood, and a lot of snow particles, making it dirty.
"Who are you?" the man asked, "Why are you here? Why are those people chasing you?"
"Have I seen you somewhere?" Zhili said, "Do you have any impression of me?"
This face looks really familiar.
He has a very handsome and handsome face, deep brows, fair skin, and a high nose bridge, especially the slightly slanted eyes and the clean curve of his jaw...
Where have you seen it? Where exactly?
Why do I feel like I'm about to say it, but it's stuck in my throat and I just can't.
"No." The man answered almost without thinking.
"Really do not have?"
"No."
"Take another look?" Zhili pointed at his little painted face, "Take a closer look?"
"..."
The man was silent for a moment, then took out a handkerchief and handed it over: "Wipe it."
Zhili took it and wanted to wipe his face, but heard the man say: "But I found it from a dead person. I washed it as clean as possible. I haven't used it yet."
He paused for a while, then wiped his nose with a very loud sound.
"You saved me, and the old sect master on the mountain will thank you very much," said Zhili, "but if you are here to seek immortality and medicine, I have to say a cruel word to you. There is no immortality in this world.
After hearing what I said, you may regret coming here, but you should go back as soon as possible. The mountain is in chaos now, and whoever goes will be unlucky. I won’t tell you the specific guests.
I'm afraid you are curious."
"Yeah." The man responded.
"However," Zhili continued, "I still need to thank you. If you are willing to wait, just wait here for three or four more days. When those dogs and beasts leave, there will definitely be a very heavy thank you gift.
For you."
"Look," the man said, "you are so seriously injured now, why don't you save your strength and stop talking?"
