"Han Yichen! Han Yichen..."
Hua Qingcheng shouted towards the bottom of the cliff, but all she got in response was a rumbling echo that was drowned out by the other one.
If he is alive, I want to see him in person; if he is dead, I want to see his body.
Although all signs indicated that Han Yichen fell off the cliff, Hua Qingcheng would not believe that he was dead unless she saw it with her own eyes.
After simply treating the wounds of varying sizes on his body, Hua Qingcheng put the tired and asleep little white tiger into the backpack behind him and began to climb down the cliff with his bare hands.
In the pitch-black night, the sound of owls hooting could be heard from time to time. Hua Qingcheng followed the stone wall step by step, using the flashlight as a guide.
The slippery edge of the cliff nearly tripped Hua Qingcheng several times. She gritted her teeth, stabbed the cracks in the rock wall with her dagger, and continued to climb down the cliff. Although her body was almost exhausted, her belief in finding Han Yichen kept her going.
"No, I have to go out and look for them."
In the main hall of the Hua family's old house, Mu Lige saw that it was almost midnight, but his young wife and Han Yichen had not returned yet, and he couldn't help but worry.
"No, Sun Xifu. You're pregnant now. It's very dangerous for a man to go out into the mountains alone, not to mention being pregnant. And if they come back right after you leave, won't they have to go out again to look for you?"
Mulan Jin strictly followed Hua Qingcheng's instructions and stayed in the main hall with her eyes wide open, staring at her husbands and not letting them leave the Hua family's old house.
"But……"
"No buts. Xiaotian, take your brother back to his room and get some rest."
Seeing that Mu Lige was absent-minded, Mulanjin was worried that he was overthinking and might have a miscarriage. So she directly ordered Yu Xiaotian to take Mu Lige back to his room.
"Okay, I understand, Grandpa."
Facing the stubborn Mulan Jin, Mu Lige drooped his eyelids slightly. After thinking for a moment, he regained his composure.
However, after Yu Xiaotian left, Mu Lige locked the door. After changing his clothes and turning off the lights, he quietly climbed out the window. After closing the window, Mu Lige flew out of the Hua family's old house.
"master!"
Late at night, in a mountain village where everything was silent, by a small river not far from the Hua family's old house, a group of masked men in black were kneeling on one knee, facing Mu Lige, who was wearing a silver mask and a dark brocade robe.
"Yingyi, immediately gather all nearby secret guards and search for a man and a woman deep within Pinglan Mountain. If you find any trace of them, send out a signal flare immediately. Regardless of whether they are found or not, send someone back to report tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Master!"
Watching the secret guards fly away, Mu Lige's face was solemn and he was in a state of irritation. He didn't know if his young wife had found his third brother, or how they were doing now.
After rubbing his belly, Mu Lige's serious expression softened slightly. For the sake of the unborn child, even though he couldn't go out and look for someone himself, it didn't mean he could just sit back and do nothing.
Han Yichen, the man everyone cared about, was now huddled in a cave in a state of disarray, his hair disheveled, his face stained, his clothes tattered. He felt pain in his head, hands, legs, and buttocks.
At noon, when he picked up Yifu grass on the cliff and was about to climb to the top of the mountain, he unexpectedly encountered a group of aggressive wolves.
Facing the wolves that pounced on him, Han Yichen immediately threw out a handful of silver needles, hitting the wolves' eyes, and took the opportunity to swing his soft sword to kill them, and kicked them all off the cliff.
But the wolves were outnumbered, and we were weak. A head-on fight would only lead to losses. After dispatching several wolves, Han Yichen used his Qing Gong skills. He intended to leap up the cliff face, stepping on the rocks. Unexpectedly, his clothes got caught on a large rock. His foot slipped, and he fell headfirst off the cliff.
Fortunately, Han Yichen, who had lived in Xuanyi Valley since he was a child, often followed the elders to climb the mountain to collect herbs, and was able to adapt well to various terrains. In addition, his martial arts and lightness skills were not bad. When he fell, he used the dagger he carried with him to plug the gap in the cliff in time, and with the help of the trees growing on the edge of the cliff, he used lightness skills to fly to a cave in the cliff.
Unfortunately, the soft sword that had accompanied him for years had fallen off the cliff, and the medicine basket had been smashed to pieces. Fortunately, he still had a few yifu grass plants in his arms. Although they were slightly deformed, they did not affect the efficacy of the medicine. Otherwise, this trip would have been in vain. However, he didn't know when he would be able to leave, so he decided to wait until daybreak.
"Han Yichen! Han Yichen..."
Han Yichen, half asleep against the wall of the cave, seemed to hear Hua Qingcheng's voice. Then he saw a disheveled, ragged woman walking towards him, carrying a bamboo basket and a beam of light above her head.
"hehe……"
"Could it be that my soul is leaving my body, or am I hallucinating?"
"I actually seemed to see Hua Qingcheng!"
As soon as she entered the cave, she heard the man muttering self-deprecation. His once magnetic voice was now a little hoarse, but Hua Qingcheng thought it was truly beautiful. Thank God, Han Yichen was still alive!
But when she saw his messy hair, dark face, and tattered clothes, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but feel distressed. This man with mysophobia must be feeling very uncomfortable now that he was in such a mess.
"Han Yichen!"
Seeing the woman who looked very much like Hua Qingcheng but was sloppy getting closer and closer to him, Han Yichen felt inexplicably a little scared.
Could it be that he is about to die and these are all illusions before death?
"You, you, you...don't come over here!"
Han Yichen supported himself on the ground with his hands and took a few steps back.
Hua Qingcheng looked at him with both heartache and amusement, wondering what this third husband of hers was thinking when he saw her current appearance.
“Wuwuwu…”
"Han Yichen, I'm a ghost, give me your life quickly..."
When Hua Qingcheng raised her hands, rolled her eyes, and slowly approached Han Yichen, she was hit by his sweeping kick, and Hua Qingcheng fell on Han Yichen.
"Han Yichen!"
"Murdering your own wife!"
"I...I am the one who was...murdered by you, okay...okay!"
Han Yichen, who was in pain all over and was being used as a cushion, murmured weakly. It hurt so much!
Seeing that he seemed to be injured, Hua Qingcheng quickly stood up and helped him sit aside.
Putting the backpack aside and taking off the flashlight from her forehead, Hua Qingcheng returned to Han Yichen.
Brushing away the hair hanging on his cheek, Hua Qingcheng kissed his lips. Looking at his miserable and pitiful appearance, Hua Qingcheng hugged him tightly in her arms.
"Do you still think it's an illusion?"
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