Tang Yan walked into the cage and felt the situation inside: "After living in this environment for five hundred years, without eating or drinking, and being hung by chains all the time, what kind of belief has prompted him to persevere until now.
Revenge? Or atonement?”
"Can you find out his level of strength?" Lingzhi wrapped the bloody man and tried his best to heal his injuries, but strangely, he couldn't find out his level of strength.
"I've tried it. This man's body is a little weird, and I can't detect his realm. But if he can live for five hundred years without eating or drinking, his realm shouldn't be low.
The trading place initially offered a price that was comparable to that of a Half-Saint, but later it was reduced by hundreds of times, almost to the King of Martial Arts level. After no one showed interest, the price was lowered to the price of a Martial Sect-level slave."
"Did you simply feel that he was special, so you decided to buy it?"
"It was he who took the initiative to remind me and said... Within five days, there will be a disaster, life and death, misfortune and good fortune." Tang Yan did not want to face this 'fortune-telling' prophecy, but he had to keep a copy.
Heart.
"Within five days? When you meet with the Pangu tribe?"
"The Pangu tribe doesn't know my identity. Even if they knew it, they wouldn't kill me. There is no threat in Beast Mountain now. Are the Pangu tribe ready to provoke Jiu Ying?"
"Do you need me to plant a poison on him?"
"No need, even if he returns to full strength, he can't escape this hell."
It took Lingzhi two full hours before he slowly let go of the vines, and the bloody man reappeared in front of him.
Covered in blood and in tatters, his miserable appearance has not changed.
All Lingzhi can do is provide some life essence, that's all, and it is impossible for him to recover immediately. However, the bleeding and swelling in some parts of the body have been stopped, and several seriously injured areas are showing a tendency to heal.
In short, he still looks like a ghost, but he is no longer dying.
The bloody man lay among the roots, breathing heavily and languidly, but greedily absorbing the cool breath of life in the air.
Tang Yan wanted to ask some questions, but a bloody man's eyes were stitched together, which meant he was blind, his mouth was padlocked, which meant he was mute, his hands and fingers were bone-white and he couldn't write, his ankles were suppurated, and his feet were weak, which meant he was completely useless.
How to communicate this?!
"You stay here to rest. It's very safe here." Tang Yan didn't want to embarrass him. This man had done something outrageous and deserved to suffer this crime.
Say hello to Lingzhi and prepare to leave.
The bloody man moved his chapped lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but because the 'Silver Lock' bloomed with a weak light, his whole body trembled slightly, suppressing the sound he was about to make.
Lingzhi noticed this detail and reminded Tang Yan: "Be careful and be prepared."
When Tang Yan returned to consciousness, the sky had turned dark.
Dong Qingniu prepared a banquet in the backyard to welcome Tang Yan and Pei Seer. This was their first formal meeting, and it was considered a real acquaintance.
After Tang Yan's suggestion, the three of them also drank a "friendship wine", which was equivalent to "meeting by chance" to "best friends".
Late at night, the noisy atmosphere in the slave trading area was slightly weakened. Bailu City closed its gates on all four sides. After experiencing the bustle of the 'night market' for a while, it also gradually became immersed.
Somewhere in Bailu City, in a dark corner, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother stood waiting.
She was dressed in white clothes and swayed lightly in the wind, her black hair was messy and hanging down her waist, and a cloud of ghostly aura filled the air.
Pale face, blood red lips, green eyes.
It is like a lonely soul floating in the dark and cold night, carrying the suffocating ghostly aura of death.
Silent floating, silent waiting, silent gazing.
I don't know how long it has been here.
Because this is a remote and dark abandoned corner of the city, no one cares about it.
But starting from noon today, its drooping cheeks were slightly raised, looking toward the north of the city.
When midnight fell and the watchman walked tiredly on the empty street corner, the ghost mother moved, her ghost shadow floated, her white clothes fluttered, crossed the street, and rushed through the northern slave trading area.
Luohui building, wing room in other courtyard.
Tang Yan leaned on the bed and looked out the window absently.
Mu Rou was already asleep in her arms, hugging each other tightly, curled up gently, sleeping soundly.
Tang Yan caressed Mu Rou's fragrant shoulder gauze, thinking for a long time and being silent for a long time.
Ever since he returned to his room after drinking, he had always had an indescribable sense of foreboding.
In view of the various experiences he has experienced since his debut, Tang Yan has never classified himself as one of the "lucky" ones. He does not dare to take shortcuts in anything and does not dare to wait. Because of this, his temperament has become more and more sensitive.
As soon as the bloody man's prophecy of disaster was uttered, it took root in his heart, lingering, never going away, always jumping out at an inadvertent moment, troubling his nerves.
"Disaster? Where did the disaster come from? Where did it come from?"
Tang Yan stared at the dim red night outside the window, puzzled.
Unless your identity is exposed, how can you face life and death disasters for no reason?
Since he left Beast Mountain and has been wandering around, except Dong Qingniu and Pei Seer, who knows his identity? Who can deploy a life-and-death situation in Bailu City?
Dong Qingniu? Pei Seer?
Tang Yan completely denied that it was impossible for them to frame him.
If I didn't have this ability to recognize people, I would have lived in this world for fifty years!
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Rou woke up from a deep sleep, and she felt Tang Yan's uneasiness.
Tang Yan came back to his senses and forced a smile: "I was thinking about when to let you have a child."
Mu Rou's pretty face turned as red as an apple, her unobstructed words made her sleepless, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak for a long time.
Tang Yan gently scratched the tip of her nose and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't worry about me. Go to bed early, I will take you to eat all the delicious food in Bailu City tomorrow. Your master is not here, she can't control you, let go
To enjoy.”
Mu Rou curled up in Tang Yan's arms like a kitten, hugging him gently.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Rou curled her head and whispered softly: "Are you worried about me?"
"How could it be?"
"Brother, do you think Mu Rou is incompetent?" Mu Rou is very smart and sensitive. She is still thinking about the scene in the exchange today and blames herself for being too soft-hearted.
"Ah? How come you have such an idea?"
"Muruo can't go to the battlefield, kill the enemy, come up with strategies, and can't separate her sorrows. She also makes you worry about me. I feel like... like a burden."
Tang Yan smoothed Mu Rou's long hair, hugged her delicate body, and comforted her softly: "It's nothing, don't think about it, everyone has always liked you, and you are still very useful, but
You just didn’t realize it yourself.”
"No way, Mu Rou is not stupid. Master said before that Mu Rou is not suitable for the battlefield or this world. Unless she really cuts off her emotions and desires, she will be just a decoration after all. Even if she is promoted to a saint, she will not be a deterrent."
"Does it have to be galloping on the battlefield to be effective? Little girl, you are overthinking. You play an indispensable role in this world, in our beast mountain, and in my heart."
Mu Rou remained silent and felt sad. The more Tang Yan said this, the more ashamed she became.
Tang Yan took a deep breath, lay back on the bed, hugged Mu Rou, and said with a smile: "I'm not talking nonsense, what I said is sincere. Look, we have been here for more than a year. What kind of place is this?"
What kind of world is this? Even the air here is soaked in cruelty, blood, and ugliness, and it is full of dangers and conspiracies.
The first moment we arrive, we are destined to enter the whirlpool of war.
Just imagine, if we live in this environment for many years, will we lose ourselves? Will we become the same ugly and filthy people? Will we lose ourselves because of killing?
Time will change a person, and experience will polish a person. Unless we choose to hide from the world and no longer care about right and wrong, we will eventually be polluted by this world.
We all know this in our hearts.
But because of your existence, your purity, your innocence, your kindness, your gentleness, you have given us a special emotion, allowing us to consistently believe that there is still hope in this world, and that there is still kindness.
We can imagine the peace of Qitian Continent from you, so that we will not be completely swallowed up by the filth of this world.
This is a feeling, an emotion that cannot be obtained by relying on talent or medicine.
You are like a snow lotus on the bloody battlefield, blooming and swaying, bringing us warmth, hope, and feelings, allowing us to maintain sincerity after the killing and exhaustion."
Tang Yan spoke very slowly and gently, hugging Mu Rou tenderly and comforting her.
It's not pure comfort, but a sincere expression of emotion.
Mu Rou is really a snow lotus in the hearts of all of them. It is precisely because of this innocence and clarity that people hold on to the last touch of sincerity.
"...Brother..." Mu Rou hugged Tang Yan tightly, biting her red lips lightly, her eyes becoming hazy at some point.
Tang Yan kissed Mu Rou's smooth forehead and said softly: "I hope you will change. I just want you to have the ability to protect yourself and be able to protect yourself better. I don't want you to go to the battlefield. No.
I hope you can raise the butcher knife.
You will always be my Mu Rou, and you will always be my inspiration. Because of you, I believe that in my life of killing... I am still a human being..."
"Brother... Mu Rou loves you..." Mu Rou's eyes were filled with tears, but there was a smile in her tears.
PS: The second update is here! Thanks to ‘Tiger Putin’ for the thousand-coin reward!!
Calling for flowers!! If nothing unexpected happens, it will break out again tomorrow!