Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Why do you treat me like this?

Fu Liuguang thought he was not cooperating and became a little more cautious.

But Ye Nanque only made one small request: "Dusk vine, I want a dusk vine."

Fu Liuguang breathed a sigh of relief. "No problem. I'll have someone send a dusk vine to your room. When does Brother Ye plan to return to the Imperial Sword Sect?"

This is because they think he is in the way.

Ye Nanque: "This afternoon, after I get the Dusk Vine, I will set off to return to the Sword Controlling Sect. I won't say much about Master."

"Very good." Fu Liuguang smiled slightly. "Brother Ye is efficient. I like dealing with people like you."

Ye Nanque returned to his room and hesitated for a long time. As soon as he closed his eyes, Mu Jiulin's half-human, half-ghost appearance flashed before his eyes. He was restless and tossed and turned. Before packing his bag, he sneaked into the room of a young disciple of the Wu Sect and stole a set of Wu Sect school uniform and veil.

System: […What are you doing sneaking around like that?!]

Ye Nanque: [I told you I just like their custom-made Wu Zong school uniforms. Do you believe me?]

System: [Only a fool would believe that.]

Ye Nanque: [As long as you believe it.]

System: […Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Dusk vines and school uniforms? Do you want to save Mu Jiulin?]

Ye Nanque was unconvinced but still felt confident: "I only saved him a little. He can't see anyway. If I don't tell him I saved him, he won't know. And even if it were the original storyline, Mu Jiulin would have escaped on his own. I was completely following the plot."

System: [It was three months later that he escaped. Your actions are interfering with the timeline.]

Ye Nanque: [You guys originally dragged me in to change the plot, why can't this plot be changed?]

System: [Honestly, what was the mission we agreed upon at the beginning?]

Unable to communicate with the system, Ye Nanque simply ignored it. Packing his small bag, he said goodbye to Fu Liuguang and pretended to be on his way back to the Yu Jian Sect. In reality, he had secretly changed into the Wu Sect's school uniform, taken the dusk vine, and infiltrated the Wu Sect again.

He planned to wait until dusk and transform the dusk vine into Pei Feng's appearance, so that he could take him back into the secret room and rescue Mu Jiulin in one fell swoop.

Ye Nanque had a brilliant idea. As dusk fell, he had just unsheathed his vine when a red firework suddenly exploded in the sky. A Wu Sect disciple hurried past him, and Ye Nanque grabbed him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The Wu Zong disciple glanced at him without a doubt: "New here, huh? This is the highest level of martial law signal, indicating that a powerful demon has escaped. Hurry and follow me closely."

A big demon? Chou Song himself was a demon king, so how could he be afraid of a big demon escaping? This was just a superficial explanation given to these ignorant disciples, and the actual situation was definitely not like that.

Ye Nanque followed him to the door, and a golden light flashed above his head.

Uh-huh? ?

Uh-huh! !

If he saw correctly, the person who just flew over his head was Mu Jiulin? Did he escape?

Mu Jiulin ran away before he even made a move?

The system was also confused: [Why did the plot of Mu Jiulin's escape come earlier?]

The Wu Zong disciple beside him shouted: "Chase——"

Ye Nanque grabbed him again and said, "Don't chase me, buddy. I'll do it."

He didn't bother with disguises and simply followed Hengshui's golden light. Perhaps because he knew this was a life-or-death escape, Hengshui's speed was incredibly fast. Ye Nanque was thrown off several times, but thanks to the system's plug-in pointing him in the right direction, he was able to just barely keep up with Mu Jiulin.

Even with the help of cheats, Ye Nanque could barely keep up, let alone the Wu Zong people. After flying for a day and a night, there were no more Wu Zong people following behind him. Ye Nanque was almost airsick. Mu Jiulin was still flying, but he couldn't see him. He was almost being carried by the Hengshui sword, flying without any rules.

After flying for seven days and seven nights, Mu Jiulin finally fell off the sword when they reached the Twenty-Eight Mountains in the Tuzhou Wilderness. Hengshui also exhausted his spiritual energy and fell beside Mu Jiulin.

"drop."

Ye Nanque was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and landed not far from Mu Jiulin. He picked up Wu Yin and dragged his tired body to Mu Jiulin's side. Mu Jiulin was lying on a pile of weeds without any reaction. Ye Nanque carried him and walked towards a small wooden house not far away.

This kid can really run. Chasing him these days has really cost me my life.

The wooden house was abandoned, with only broken wooden boards on the bed. Ye Nanque made a hand gesture, cleaned off the dust, and put Mu Jiulin on it.

Mu Jiulin's face was still dirty. Ye Nanque looked at it and wanted to use some magic to clean it for him, but found that he couldn't use any spiritual energy at all.

The Twenty-Eight Mountains of Tuzhou's Great Wilderness stretch endlessly, with a heavy demonic aura and numerous mountain spirits and wild beasts. Not a single human figure can be seen, and spiritual energy regenerates very slowly. This was indeed the first place Mu Jiulin had fled to.

Ye Nanque silently tore off a piece of his clothes and used it as a handkerchief to wipe Mu Jiulin's face.

The comatose Mu Jiulin frowned from time to time, a look of fear on his face, as if he had had a nightmare. Ye Nanque wiped his face with mixed emotions.

At this moment, a system notification suddenly sounded: [Detected unlocking a new map: Twenty-Eight Mountains of Tuzhou Great Wasteland. Since the plot has been moved forward three months, in order to maintain plot continuity, please ensure that the protagonist Mu Jiulin lives in Twenty-Eight Mountains of Tuzhou Great Wasteland for a full three months. Note: During this period, the host cannot reveal their identity to ensure that the villain's character remains intact.]

Ye Nanque didn't have the energy to speak anymore. He found a haystack and sat down. After sitting there for a while, he recovered a little strength. Then he realized that he was very cold, so he set the haystack on fire and warmed up a little.

Looking around, there was nothing here. Ye Nanque felt a headache coming on as he had to live in this place for three months.

After a good rest, he took his sword and went for a stroll. All he could see were rolling mountains. Every few steps, he'd encounter a low-level, non-aggressive but terrifying monster. If he were still an ordinary person, unable to wield a sword, he'd probably be in despair. But he was a cultivator now, after all, and those low-level monsters hid faster than he could.

He captured a fruit spirit and asked it to show him some edible wild fruits. Seeing that he was a high-ranking monk, the fruit spirit patted its chest in a flattering manner and promised that it would definitely find the sweetest wild fruits for him.

There was a stream not far from them. Ye Nanque fetched a bucket of water and brought it to the wooden house, but found that Mu Jiulin had disappeared from the bed. He turned around and Hengshui pointed at him: "Who are you?"

Seeing his hands shaking even when holding the sword, Ye Nanque fell silent for a moment and lowered his voice so that the other party could not hear his true tone: "Little brother, I am just a woodcutter. I saved you because I saw you fainted in my yard."

Mu Jiulin: "Where is this?"

Ye Nanque: "In the great wilderness of Tuzhou, among the twenty-eight mountains."

Mu Jiulin: "What's your name?"

Ye Nanque paused and said, "My name is Ye An. What's your name, little brother?"

Mu Jiulin also paused and said, "Ah Lin, just call me Ah Lin."

Okay, okay, neither of them revealed the real name in the book. Their vigilance is commendable.

Mu Jiulin wanted to sheath his sword, but his hand began to tremble, and the sword slipped from his grasp. A living thread from the soul-eating cocoon emerged from his fingertips, still stained with blood from Mu Jiulin's body, and even moving.

Mu Jiulin's face was distorted. He pinched the tip of the soul-eating cocoon with his other hand and pulled out a nearly one-meter-long Gu silk from his fingertips. The silk thread was dyed bright red by blood. He threw the Gu silk on the ground and slowly slid down to sit on the ground, gasping for breath.

The poisonous silk thread that had lost its host twisted a few times on the ground, sucking the remaining blood and turning white, and stopped moving.

Ye Nanque got goosebumps. He didn't know how many of these things were parasitic in Mu Jiulin's body.

He walked over and wanted to help Mu Jiulin up, but he heard his upper and lower teeth chattering, and he spit out a few words from between his teeth: "It's so disgusting, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Ye Nanque couldn't understand Mu Jiulin's current feelings, but he remembered that when he endured Zhao Xin, Mu Jiulin didn't cry out in pain. If he hadn't been unable to bear it, he wouldn't be like this now.

He watched as Mu Jiulin suddenly twitched and rolled around, his fingertips scratching the ground, leaving streaks of blood, and his lips were blurred and messy from being bitten by himself.

Just like facing a patient with a sudden epileptic seizure, Ye Nanque was a little flustered. At a loss, he walked over and held him down: "What's wrong with you? How can I help you?"

Mu Jiulin fumbled on the ground with his hands for the Hengshui Sword that had just fallen, but he couldn't find it. He became hoarse and impatient: "Sword, give me the sword."

Ye Nanque picked up the Hengshui, hesitated for a moment, and did not give it to Mu Jiulin.

"Where's the sword? Give it to me!"

Ye Nanque: "...What are you going to do?"

"What to do? What to do?" Mu Jiulin muttered his words and let out a strange and crazy laugh.

He grabbed Ye Nanque's arm and stared at him with his pale eyes. Although Mu Jiulin could not see anything, Ye Nanque felt creepy, as if he could see everything clearly.

"The sword is in your hand, right? Why don't you just be a good person and kill me? That will be better for everyone."

"Hurry up, do it! I told you to do it!"

The face was twisted by pain, and Ye Nanque could hardly recognize the cheerful boy from before. He felt as if his throat was blocked by something, sour and astringent.

As he was pulling, a wild fruit fell out of his sleeve. Remembering that it was pointed out to him by the fruit spirit, he picked a dozen or so but hadn't eaten them yet.

With a sudden thought, Ye Nanque took one out of his sleeve and stuffed it into Mu Jiulin's mouth.

Mu Jiulin seemed to have pressed the pause button, and his whole body stopped.

"Don't think about it. Eat some delicious fruit. Stop biting your lips."

Mu Jiulin's hollow body swayed slightly, but his grip on Ye Nanque didn't loosen, instead tightening. He mechanically chewed the berries a few times, but before he could fully swallow them, he couldn't hold it anymore.

He hung his head, crying and laughing: "It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

"Why, why... do you treat me like this."