Among the people present was a former subordinate of the Demon Emperor, the Xuancang Divine General Zhou Wuji.

Since joining Xuan Cang Holy Land, he has been loyal to the Demon Emperor. Unfortunately, not only did he not gain the Demon Emperor's trust, but one day he even heard the news that his wife was killed by the Demon Emperor.

Zhou Wuji mustered up the courage to ask the Demon Emperor for an explanation, but was dismissed by the Demon Emperor.

Years of suspicion and the brutal murder of his wife made him completely disappointed in the Demon Emperor.

In fact, what hurt Zhou Wuji the most was not the death of his wife, but the Demon Emperor’s indifferent attitude.

At this time, Qu Yun had the idea of ​​besieging the Xuancang Holy Land. After much hesitation, Zhou Wuji finally betrayed the Demon Emperor.

If it weren't for his internal and external support, Qu Yun and his group would not have been able to capture the Xuancang Holy Land so easily.

Jiang Zhige thought to himself that with Zhou Wuji's character, as long as he modified his memory appropriately, Zhou Wuji would definitely change his mind and risk his life to help him reduce the seal of the Heaven-binding Chain.

"My boy, whether I can escape from this predicament depends entirely on you."

In the picture of light and shadow, several hours passed in a flash.

As it was getting dark, it was impossible for the two men to travel all night in the heavy snow, so they could only rest in the cave for one night.

At the hour of Yin the next day, Jiang Zhige's face turned pale. He covered his calf and slowly sat up.

How could he sleep peacefully when the wound was excruciatingly painful? Jiang Zhige turned his head to look at Nangong Rou, who was leaning against him, frowning and seemed to be sleeping uneasy.

Jiang Zhige put Nangong Rou in a comfortable sleeping position and moved his body to sit a little further away.

He lifted up the left leg of his trousers, revealing the bloody wound inside.

After the snow covering the wound melted, in order to prevent Nangong Rou from discovering it, Jiang Zhige could only endure the pain and sit cross-legged in one position for several hours.

If he doesn't treat his wound now, he won't live more than two hours.

Jiang Zhige thought for a moment and looked at the fire that was about to go out.

He quickly took out a piece of charcoal from the fire and pressed it on the wound on his calf.

Zizizizi. The intense burning pain from his calves and palms made Jiang Zhige's expression distorted and veins bulged on his forehead.

In order not to wake up Nangong Rou, he could only grit his teeth and remain silent, watching the charcoal burn the wound on his calf bit by bit.

Inside the Zhengyang Palace, everyone showed shocked expressions.

"Is the Demon Emperor going to use charcoal to forcibly suture the wound?"

"Although this method can stop the bleeding and save lives, the surrounding environment is harsh. At most, it can only allow people to live for a few more hours."

"The Demon Emperor is truly cruel. He is so young, yet he can endure the severe pain without making a sound."

Hundreds of powerful men present were filled with emotion. Even for them who had reached the pinnacle of the heavens, it was impossible for them to remain calm when charcoal burned their flesh and bones.

Qu Yun frowned, staring at Jiang Zhige in the picture and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps it is this ruthlessness that allowed him to ascend to the realm of the Great Emperor."

Nangong Rou wiped away her tears gently. Qu Yun was right. Jiang Zhige was not only cruel to her, but even more cruel to the people around him.

Otherwise, how could he, a mere beggar, become the Demon Emperor and rule the heaven?

When the wound was completely burnt, Jiang Zhige suppressed the dizziness and threw away the charcoal, then he lay flat on the ground.

He looked pale and was gasping for breath, feeling like he had just walked back from the gates of hell.

In fact, Jiang Zhige has been wandering outside the gates of hell every day since he was born.

However, this time was the closest he had ever been to death.

After a long time, Jiang Zhige sat up with difficulty and looked at the fire where only a few sparks were left.

The snow had not stopped yet, and without the fire, the temperature inside the cave would not be much higher than outside.

Jiang Zhige could barely endure the cold, but Nangong Rou was different. He absolutely could not let Nangong Rou suffer with him.

Jiang Zhige didn't think much about it, and slowly took off his patched linen clothes, revealing the hay wrapped around his body with thin ropes.

He lived in poverty all his life and naturally could not afford brocade clothes or embroidered jackets, so he could only tie a circle of hay around his body to keep warm.

Jiang Zhige untied the rope and put the hay into the fire little by little.

The fire reignited, and Nangong Rou's expression quickly eased.

Unfortunately, the hay was not resistant to burning and the fire soon began to weaken.

Seeing that Nangong Rou's expression became uncomfortable again, Jiang Zhige began to get anxious.

He thought about it, then suddenly took off his underwear and put it into the fire.

The fire immediately stabilized, and Nangong Rou slept much more comfortably.

Jiang Zhige breathed a sigh of relief and got as close to the fire as possible to warm his almost frozen body.

In the following time, in order to maintain the fire, he burned his clothes again and again until only a linen jacket was left.

Jiang Zhige did not burn the linen jacket, not because he was reluctant to do so, but because he was afraid that Nangong Rou would wake up and know what he had done.

With a linen jacket on the outside, Jiang Zhige just looked a little thinner. Nangong Rou probably couldn't notice it.

Two hours later, the fire was completely extinguished, and the wind and snow outside finally subsided a little.

Jiang Zhige glanced at the dawning sky, leaned over to Nangong Rou's ear and whispered, "Rou'er, wake up, it's dawn."

After a long while, Nangong Rou slowly got up and mumbled sleepily, "Brother, are we leaving so early?"

"Rou'er, when we find that place, you can sleep as long as you want, and you can also eat a lot of delicious food."

Jiang Zhige smiled bitterly. He was afraid that if he didn't hurry up, he would not be able to live to accompany Nangong Rou to complete the ten miles.

Nangong Rou seemed to be in a bad mood after getting up. She still didn't feel happy after hearing this. She pouted and said, "Brother, I'm hungry again. I don't want to wait. I want to eat now."

Jiang Zhige's expression froze slightly. He was silent for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Then wait a moment, Rou'er. I'll go find something to eat now."

After saying this, Jiang Zhige took a deep breath, stood up despite the injury on his left leg, and walked out of the cave as if nothing had happened.

"Well, Rou'er, wait for your brother to come back."

Nangong Rou yawned, lay back and closed her eyes again.

After the experience of eating meat yesterday, she still had high hopes for Jiang Zhige this time.

At this moment, everyone in the hall had a look of emotion on their faces.

You know, clothes are used to keep warm. Jiang Zhige could have given the clothes to Nangong Rou, but he threw them into the fire as fuel.

You say he is stupid, but he is not stupid, but he still did it.

"Burning clothes for warmth, is there really such a ridiculous thing in the world?"

"The Demon Emperor is already in this state, and he's still looking for food?"

"Look, the Demon Emperor has stopped outside the cave again. Could he be going to..."

All the tribes in the nine provinces and all over the heavens were shocked, their eyes fixed on the pictures in the light and shadow.

"He burns clothes for warmth and cuts flesh for food. Is he really the Demon Emperor?"

"The artifact of Empress Hange has appeared, so it cannot be fake."