Chapter 157 Night Candle Rules 35 Is this the legendary Shura Field...?
In the dim light, Mo Gui looked into the eyes of the two big shots.
Nanmen Jue looked puzzled. She genuinely didn't know what Mo Gui was thinking or what he was so anxious about. As for Ying Yao...
Mo Gui was startled, then felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
As a fellow man, after he became enlightened, he was able to understand the look in another man's eyes.
When looking at him, Ying Yao didn't see the gentleness, softness, and tolerance in Nanmen Jue's eyes. This was the first time Mo Gui had seen Ying Yao's eyes, and he had never seen such cold eyes before.
This indifference wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but rather at something he had just revealed.
He thought Ying Yao was taking advantage of Nanmen Jue while she was weak. In his panic, he didn't even have time to consider how a man could take advantage of another man under normal circumstances. That's how silly young men who are just beginning to experience love are. They think the whole world is coveting their sweetheart. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already shouted it out.
However, it seems now that... it wasn't exactly a misunderstanding.
Mo Gui looked at Nanmen Jue again. Ying Yao's gaze was already so obvious, how could his wise and mighty brother Jue not see it? He looked again and again, and incredulously concluded that brother Jue really only had doubts!
how so?
Seeing that Mo Gui seemed to have seen something unbelievable and was completely stunned, Nanmen Jue spread his five fingers and waved them in front of him, "Hey, snap out of it."
Mo Gui suddenly came to his senses.
“I…I am…” he stammered.
"Finally found you!" Wei Chongru rushed over and breathed a sigh of relief. "Mo Gui, why are you running so fast? You're like a rabbit that's let loose. If no one dared to come close, I wouldn't have found you."
Nanmen Jue looked around and, sure enough, many people remembered who she was. Even though they had candles in their hands, they didn't dare to approach her.
"Let's go first."
Ying Yao supported Nanmen Jue and led her forward.
Mo Gui stared blankly at the hand that was gripping Nanmen Jue's arm.
Nanmen Jue didn't feel awkward at all. The two of them often supported each other like this during training. However, with so many people around, she twisted her arm and broke free from his grasp.
"I'm not just a pretty face; do I need help with this little injury?" She tossed her head and walked ahead.
Ying Yao's hand missed its target. He glanced at Mo Gui again; the kid's sigh of relief was so loud that he couldn't ignore it.
The boy looked back at him and blinked innocently.
Although she wanted to save face, Nanmen Jue wasn't the type to recklessly put on airs. She didn't go too far, choosing a sturdy tree away from the crowd and sitting down against it.
Mo Gui knelt down in front of her, looking at her with concern, "Brother Jue, your face is so pale."
Now that she was surrounded by her own people, Nanmen Jue didn't try to hide her weakness, but she still smiled at Mo Gui and said, "It's nothing, just a little blood loss."
It reduced her health from over 90 to over 60.
The leech probably knew she wasn't its true owner, so it was exceptionally ruthless in draining her health.
"Don't push yourself." Ying Yao frowned and knelt down beside her. "Take out the equipment."
Nanmen Jue pulled out a first-aid kit, tilted his head and smiled at him, "Will you do it or will I do it myself?"
Ying Yao glanced at her, expressionless, reached out, found alcohol in the first-aid kit, and began to disinfect his hands.
Realizing that Ying Yao was about to draw his sword on Nanmen Jue, and knowing that Nanmen Jue's constitution meant the injury wouldn't be fatal, Mo Gui and Wei Chongru still tensed up, staring intently.
Ying Yao disinfected his hands, put on sterile gloves, and then reached out, intending to cut open the clothes on Nanmen Jue's chest.
“This is clothing that has been enchanted by the Supreme God. Do you expect these scissors to cut it?” Nanmen Jue suddenly said. “Just pull it off. I’m not that delicate.”
Mo Gui's gaze fell on the knife in Nanmen Jue's chest. This time, Nanmen Jue understood his look and smiled coldly, "Obviously, this knife is no ordinary knife."
How did a little girl with no reputation obtain a knife that could even pierce through Nanmen Jue's clothes? It's so hard to guess.
The reason was reasonable, and Ying Yao did not insist. He gently touched the cut to check its depth and whispered, "Bear with it."
Nanmen Jue looked at him in surprise: "When did I become so delicate? Do I need to be coaxed to draw my sword?"
Ying Yao couldn't explain it; sometimes, when your mindset changes, you do things differently than you did before.
He didn't say anything, and just as Nanmen Jue was about to make a joke, he suddenly pulled his wrist and drew the knife.
"Hmm!"
Caught off guard, Nanmen Jue's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
Just like the brain surgery in the last world, before her blood could even spurt out, two hemostatic talismans were applied to her at the same time.
One is from Ying Yao, and the other is from Wei Chongru.
However, Ying Yao's item was purple, while Wei Chongru's was blue.
Looking at the blood that had stopped flowing from his chest, Nanmen Jue said, "It's just a small cut. Is using purple medicine like overkill?"
“It’s my stuff, you can use it however you want,” Ying Yao said casually.
Upon hearing this, Nanmen Jue realized that the person was still angry because she had transferred the side effects of the "sticky candy" onto herself.
She smiled again, leaned back against the tree trunk, and looked up at the dark sky.
The knife was removed and the bleeding stopped, but the wounds couldn't heal immediately; she still looked pale.
Having been in the reincarnation space for a long time, Nanmen Jue had almost forgotten what it felt like when this body was uninjured.
She didn't retort, displaying an unusual quietness. Ying Yao looked at her, his eyes filled with some bewilderment.
"...Does it hurt a lot?" he asked hesitantly.
"So-so," Nanmen Jue said. "What's wrong with you today? I only lost a little blood, why do you always treat me like I'm made of glass? It's creepy."
Ying Yao had nothing to say.
Wei Chongru relit the extinguished candles, and the faint light created a small safe space in this dangerous and eerie environment. Everyone sat down and enjoyed a moment of peace.
A moment later, Wei Chongru whispered, "Brother Nanmen, Yu Wanyan has been separated from her in the crowd."
"Ignore her," Nanmen Jue said casually, his eyes closed.
She wanted to rest for a while, but a very noticeable gaze kept glancing at her. She endured it for a moment, then opened her eyes and looked at Ying Yao, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"What do you want to say?" she said. "Let me start by saying that I'm not heartbroken, nor am I questioning the meaning of life. I'll pretend that I never asked you for help before. That's all. Is there anything else you want to say?"
"What, what do you mean, heartbroken?" Before Ying Yao could say anything, Mo Gui looked up alertly.
“I know that little girl who stabbed me before,” Nanmen Jue said lazily.
"Judging from your expression at the time, I know you know her," Mo Gui said in a low voice. "You didn't even see how terrifying your expression was."
Nanmen Jue's expression was indifferent.
Mo Gui glanced at her but didn't ask any further questions.
He didn't see that Wei Chongru secretly cast a gratified glance at him, seemingly relieved that this silly boy had finally learned to read the room.
"I understand," Ying Yao said softly.
They didn't say anything more. Nanmen Jue remained calm on the surface, but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
She suppressed the sadness deep inside her that she didn't want to admit.
She wasn't wary of these people; in fact, she was certain that if she revealed her story, they would side with her, perhaps offering comfort or harshly criticizing Zhu Wenjun. But then what? Would she be happy doing that?
Having never had the experience of expressing sadness or grievances since childhood, her emotions were always vented in the form of resistance. How could she express her emotions gently when she had turned them into weapons against the world? She was somewhat at a loss and found it difficult to speak.
Nanmen Jue fell into a different kind of thinking, and the sadness he had felt earlier was instead diluted.
After a brief silence, a commotion arose from not far away, and both Mo Gui and Wei Chongru looked up.
"What happened?" Mo Gui asked.
"Competing for resources," Ying Yao said without looking up. "Those transparent monsters are dangerous. Without candles, no one can guarantee they'll survive until tomorrow."
Then, seemingly casually, in a tone so indifferent as to be insignificant, he said, "At this distance, Jin Ming can hear it very clearly."
Mo Gui: ...
Is this big shot trying to provoke him?
A gold-named guild leader from one of the four major guilds was showing off to a blue-named guild leader.
He didn't know whether he should thank him for thinking so highly of him.
Nanmen Jue was oblivious to the subtle atmosphere between the men. She opened her eyes and looked at Ying Yao, "Have you ever fought with those things?"
Ying Yao nodded, "They only appear transparent; they are actually physical entities and can be dealt with, but their strength is not low. Anyone below the Purple Name level needs to be careful."
"So strong?" Nanmen Jue said.
The difference between a purple-named individual and an ordinary person is like the difference between a special forces soldier and an infant. A monster that even a purple-named individual has to treat with caution would not be weak even in the cycle of reincarnation.
She looked toward the source of the commotion, where many ordinary indigenous people lived.
"You guys are actually here! My God, I've been looking for you everywhere."
A familiar voice came from behind them, and the group looked up. Mo Gui and Wei Chongru both showed expressions of surprise and delight.
"Sister Deng!" Mo Gui said happily.
Deng Erhuai and Lu Yunxiao emerged from the darkness, covered in blood, but appeared unharmed.
Of the four, only Mo Gui was genuinely happy. Wei Chongru smiled briefly before looking worried and asked, "Why did you all come here?"
Deng Erhuai knew what he meant, but deliberately said, "This place is so big, can't we come over?"
She sat down casually, took the sniper rifle that she always carried with her from behind her and put it on her lap, as if she wanted to settle down here.
Lu Yunxiao also sat down, his posture much more restrained than Deng Erhuai's, and he even smiled shyly at everyone.
Nanmen Jue watched them sit down before saying, "Do you know what coming here at this time means?"
"If we can get out of this world alive, we'll take this off." Deng Erhuai pointed to the three characters "Iron Drill" above his head and looked straight at Nanmen Jue. "Now everyone over there knows I ran away with a man. Do you still want to send me back?"
"...ran off with a man?" These bold words stunned Nanmen Jue. This man... he must be referring to her, right? It must be her.
Something seems off about this art style.
Wasn't she supposed to be playing the villain? How come she suddenly seems to have turned into a scumbag?
Nanmen Jue suddenly sensed that something was off, and she looked around blankly.
Ying Yao's expression seems a bit off... Why does Mo Gui look like he's about to cry?
...Has she traveled to a parallel world? Why can't I understand people I know so well all of a sudden?
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