Just when he was helpless and worried, suddenly a white tiger's low roar came from the cliff not far away.
Meng Sha's eyes lit up and he quickly ran towards the cliff.
"Master..."
Just as Lu Mumu was following Huang Shuye's last strength to climb up the edge of the cliff, Meng Sha ran out of the forest not far away, dressed in ragged clothes and in a state of embarrassment, carrying a bloody sword.
Lu Mumu stood up and looked at Huang Shuye who was collapsed on the ground. Her eyes flashed and she wanted to take the opportunity to kill him.
But when her eyes turned and saw the blood on the palms of his hands and the red whip marks on his wrists, Lu Mumu's heart, which had been cold for more than ten years, suddenly softened.
She bent down and reached out to untie the whip from his hand, but Meng Sha not far away thought that the man in black was about to attack Huang Shuye.
He felt anxious and suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
With his screams, he quickly jumped in front of Huang Shuye and blocked Lu Mumu with his sword.
Even though he was in ragged clothes at this time, even though he seemed to have no strength left in his body, Meng Sha still stood upright in front of Lu Mumu.
"Mengsha!"
Huang Shuye frowned and looked up at him, only to see that he was in tatters. He looked at the blood stains faintly seeping out of his body. These blood stains were not from the enemy, but from himself, because he was covered with wounds, large and small.
Blood was still gradually oozing from the sword wound.
Lu Mumu was not surprised to see Meng Sha, because her initial arrangement was to let two of her subordinates deal with Meng Sha, so...his presence did not surprise her.
But what surprised her was that this inconspicuous little follower from Tushan Village was so good at killing his two useless subordinates.
"If you show up here, then...Jingyan and stabbing soul should be dead, right?"
A cold voice came from Lu Mumu's mouth, and Meng Sha frowned slightly: "What do you want?"
Lu Mumu frowned and glanced sideways at Huang Shuye, who was behind Meng Sha. She saw that the poison on his body had begun to spread throughout his body, and his face turned from white to purple. She looked slightly anxious and reached out to take out a small porcelain bottle from her arms:
"What don't you want? I want to get my whip back and give this antidote to your master!"
Meng Sha looked at her outstretched hand warily. Although it held a porcelain bottle, who knew if this was the plan of the female assassin in front of him?
Just when Meng Sha was wondering whether he should accept the antidote, suddenly the figure of the white tiger flashed out of the corner of his eye. He saw a familiar bamboo tube in the mouth of the white tiger. He was delighted: "We don't need your antidote..."
"Mengsha!"
Before he finished speaking, Huang Shuye behind him suddenly shouted softly, and Meng Sha turned around: "Master!"
"Bring the antidote!"
Huang Shuye's face turned purple and he reached out to pull out the whip from his wrist, because the hidden silver needles pierced deeply into his flesh and blood.
"Master, we don't even..." Meng Sha wants to say that we have a magical potion and don't need this woman's antidote at all. Besides, maybe it's not an antidote but a fatal poison?
However, Huang Shuye's cold eyes made Mengsha tremble in his heart, and he helplessly reached out to take the antidote from Lu Mumu's hand.
"Bring it here!" Huang Shuye reached out with difficulty.
Meng Sha looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and hesitated whether to throw it directly over the cliff.