Chapter 612 The Strange Qilin Mountain
Qilin Mountain is one of the highest peaks in Xuan Yue Kingdom. It borders Nan Yi Kingdom. Because of its steep terrain, the Nan Yi people have been unable to conquer it for a long time, making it a natural barrier.
Hai Qingyang, posing as a coachman, rode at breakneck speed to bring Miss Ren to the foot of the mountain.
Miss Ren was completely oblivious to the coachman's strange behavior. She pulled back the carriage curtain and rushed up the mountain without a second thought.
The servants and maids following behind her quickly stepped forward to persuade her, "Miss, wait, wait. It's already dark. Let's find an inn at the foot of the mountain before we go up."
Miss Ren was too anxious to heal her face to listen to anything they said. "It's alright, it's still early before dark, let's hurry up and go up!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her skirt and insisted on rushing up the mountain.
The servants and maids couldn't dissuade her at all, so they had no choice but to obediently chase after her, calling out, "Miss! Miss!"
Wearing a bamboo hat, Hai Qingyang bent down to tie up the horse and then secretly followed.
Qilin Mountain is uninhabited year-round, and the entire route is covered with dense grass.
Miss Ren walked at the front, as if she had gone mad, ignoring the grass and trees that were cutting her cheeks, and kept walking inside.
Two maids behind her could no longer bear it. They stopped, wiping their wounds, and called out to Miss Ren, "Miss, let's ask someone to clear a path for us tomorrow before we go up the mountain!"
Miss Ren seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.
The maids were all helpless. After a while, Miss Ren walked on and on until she was all alone.
Hai Qingyang secretly followed her from a distance of several meters.
"Where are the flowers? Where have all the flowers gone?" Miss Ren suddenly stopped in front of a withered tree. She looked up and frantically searched around the tree.
"I remember it was right here last time! How could it suddenly disappear?!"
Hai Qingyang appeared and landed beside her. "What was originally here?"
Miss Ren still thought he was a coachman, and while frantically searching around the big tree, she replied, "The flower, the red flower, is right here!"
Hai Qingyang, holding his longsword, coldly asked her, "What kind of flowers? Didn't you come here to heal your face? Why are you specifically looking for flowers?"
Miss Ren's hair was disheveled, her eyes were lifeless, and her face was frighteningly pale. She revealed a strange smile, "Several years ago, I accidentally got lost on this mountain and encountered this flower that was as red as blood."
As she spoke, her hands trembled as she gently stroked her pockmarked face, her eyes red. "Later, I heard from the people down the mountain that this flower was a magical herb that an immortal from the Ninth Heaven accidentally knocked over. It has miraculous medicinal effects. As long as you crush it, mix it into medicine, and apply it to your face, you will be transformed."
Hai Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at the withered tree, finding it ridiculous. "How can there really be any immortals in this world, Miss? I think you're delirious from your illness."
Miss Ren suddenly looked up, "No, I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"
She scratched her face, saying repeatedly, looking as if her soul had been ripped out; her face was haggard, and her eyes were as empty as a deep pool.
Hai Qingyang stared coldly at the tree and said, "Miss, you should go down the mountain. It will get dark soon, and wild animals may appear."
However, Miss Ren showed no intention of leaving and continued walking up the mountain.
"No, I must have gone to the wrong place."
Hai Qingyang turned around, thought for a moment, and decided to continue following her.
The higher you go up the mountain, the deeper the weeds become and the more lush the forests grow.
Miss Ren's face and arms were covered in wounds, and even her clothes were torn.
By the time we reached the summit, it was completely dark.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating a grove of trees on the mountaintop.
Miss Ren leaned against a large tree, wiped the sweat from her face, and pointed ahead, saying, "We're here, almost there."
Hai Qingyang leaped onto a tree branch and looked ahead, but found nothing unusual.
Ms. Ren continued walking and finally stopped at the edge of a cliff.
Below the cliff is a bottomless abyss.
Hai Qingyang slowly stopped. Birds flew by in the forest, and the leaves rustled in the wind.
He became wary and did not continue forward.
Miss Ren staggered to the edge of the cliff.
A towering tree grows on the edge of the cliff, appearing particularly eerie under the silvery-white light.
Hai Qingyang deliberately stepped back.
Miss Ren suddenly knelt down under the big tree, crying and begging for another flower.
As soon as she finished speaking, she kowtowed heavily to the tree.
After being knocked several times, his forehead was scraped and blood flowed onto the tree roots. Before long, the roots absorbed the blood little by little. A moment later, the tree swayed in the wind, and gradually a blood-red flower, like a crabapple, bloomed at the end of a branch.
Hai Qingyang's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with shock.
There really is such a flower.
Miss Ren looked at the flower with great joy and quickly stood up to pick it.
The flowers were vibrant and red, like fresh blood, and looked quite eerie under the moonlight.
Hai Qingyang frowned slightly and hid behind the tree even further.
He hid his face behind the lush foliage, peering cautiously through the leaves to look at Miss Ren again.
Miss Ren stood on tiptoe, smiling broadly as she reached out to pick the flower, her fingers just touching the petals.
The tree began to sway, and gradually, black vines began to grow.
The vines, like black snakes, wrapped tightly around Miss Ren's neck, making it impossible for her to breathe.
Hai Qingyang was greatly alarmed.
With a splash of bright red blood, Miss Ren disappeared beneath the tree, leaving only her tattered clothes.
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