Jiang Xi bufó de frustración e humor mezclado: "¡Entonces no esperes más! ¡Ve!".
Ma Yun arrastró a Nan Gong Qi y corrió hacia adelante. Sefeng Zheng Yong también se retiró con su grupo de discípulos.
Jiang Xi volvió la cabeza, mirando el enorme salón dividido en dos por la barrera, sumergido en pensamientos profundos.
Su vista recorrió a aquellos que seguían riendo o charlando en su lugar y algunos que estaban sujetos a tormentos, finalmente posándose en Nan Gong Liu, quien estaba sentado calladamente al lado de una cesta de naranjas.
Se sintió confundido. ¿Por qué Nan Gong Liu y los demás discípulos no habían entrado en pánico como el resto de las hordas? Si Dushuangling controlaba a estos discípulos, también se enfrentarían.
Si Dushuangling comenzara a atacar en este momento, estarían en problemas. Pero ¿por qué él no hacía nada?
No quería hacerlo?
O... simplemente era incapaz de hacerlo?
Jiang Xi maldijo suavemente y luego se giró para curar a los demás.
Ma Yun sacó una botella de polvo para parar la sangre del bolsillo universal, pero antes de que pudiera aplicarlo en sus heridas, una mano lo tomó. Mur Yan dijo: "Déjame ayudarte".
"No es necesario."
Mur Yan le miró profundamente a los ojos y dijo: "Solo una pincelada con un ungüento. No es difícil".
Ma Yun recuperó la botella y susurró: "No me gusta que otros toquen mi cuerpo. Además, no eres un curandero, solo te complicarás más".
"Entonces déjame ayudarte", dijo Mur Yan.
"Shi Mai?" Se dio la vuelta, viendo a Shi Mai colocando su maletín con cuidado. Ma Yun vio el maletín y frunció el ceño, callándose de nuevo y dejándolo en paz.Master Shi Deshun spread out the silver needle cloth bag and whispered, "Senior Saint Hand, if there is anything I may have overlooked, please bear with me first."
Huabian Nan: "..."
Suspected of a severe injury, directly applying a spell to stop bleeding was ineffective. He had to use spirit needles to block the bleeding first. The sudden flash of cold light and sharpness appeared in his eyes as Master Shi Deshun flicked out more than ten silver needles within a blink.
"The senior's veil and hood..."
Saint Hand Hailin's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom but also knew that there were certain acupoints he had to target on the face. He said, "I'll remove them myself."
The bloody silk hat fell away, revealing Saint Hand Hailin’s never-before-seen face.
That was an extremely strange-looking face; the upper part was still quite refined, but from his nose downwards, the entire face was twisted and burned, resembling some kind of echinoderm.
Huabian Nan raised her head, her gaze subtly filled with hate and mockery: "How about that? Master Mo is still not leaving. Staying here, it’s to your liking?"
"...Sorry."
Huabian Nan sneered from behind him: "I told you to leave before, but you didn't listen. Now saying sorry, what are you thinking in your heart—most likely, 'This Saint Hand Hailin really is hideous,' hahaha."
Mo Ranhua shook his head and left without further comment.
The village master was still struggling with the broken iron lock while at the Heavenly Palace gate, Chu Wannings’ spirit power was almost depleted. He turned to Xue Meng and said: "Xue Meng, take over!"
Xue Meng immediately understood and took up his sword to meet the zombies. Their handover went smoothly, with no zombie managing to squeeze in during the transition.
As soon as Chu Wannings withdrew the boundary barrier, he stepped back involuntarily. Mo Ranhua felt extremely worried about his paleness but couldn't do anything publically; he even couldn't hold Chu Wannings' hand. He could only suppress himself and ask: "W...Mistress, are you alright?"
"No need to worry," Chu Wannings coughed lightly. "Just spent a bit more spirit energy."
But Mo Ranhua knew that Chu Wannings' spirit core was already very fragile. Spending extra spirit energy might not be a big deal for others, but it meant a lot to Chu Wannings...
Mo Ranhua closed his eyes.
In the previous life, they were master and disciple, with opposing forces, splitting apart. During one battle, Chu Wannings exhausted his spirit energy, causing his spirit core to shatter instantly, turning him into an ordinary person, even weaker than a regular human.
How could it be nothing...
Mo Ranhua felt sorrow in his heart. His eyes reddened as he quietly draped the clothes Chu Wannings had given him over his shoulders. At this moment, he could only gently squeeze Chu Wannings' shoulder through the fabric.
All his deep affection for Chu Wannings could only be hidden in this fleeting touch.
He supported Chu Wannings to a quiet corner where fewer people were around and sat down with him.
Taking advantage of no one noticing, Mo Ranhua quietly held Chu Wannings' hand.
It was cold.
Just like the year he defeated Chu Wannings with his sword and pressed his chest, feeling the same chill now.
Mo Ranhua lowered his gaze, his fingers trembling slightly.
Chu Wannings originally wanted to pull his hand away. After all, there were too many eyes here, but he felt Mo Ranhua's slight tremors and instead held on tighter with both hands.