Chapter 72 The Unmasking Process
No network at night.
What's he doing here? Where's Yueyue?
Mu Jianjian steadied herself, but the prolonged depletion of her inner energy left her somewhat dazed. Coupled with the new and old injuries she had sustained along the way, a metallic taste filled her mouth after a violent cough, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
Or... have they already met?
Shi Hu was already impatient from the long chase, and when he saw someone else arrive, the same man who had trapped him before, he became even more agitated.
This female cultivator was clearly pitifully weak, yet her body moved like an eel, managing to dodge most of its attacks.
If we add this man to the mix...
As Shi Hu gazed at the bloodstains on the female cultivator's neck that the man had slashed, an idea popped into his mind.
Fortunately, the two did not know each other.
"If you help me capture her alive, I will not bother you again."
The moment Shi Hu finished speaking, Mu Jianjian used her pupil technique to disappear into the corner.
"She escaped."
Shi Hu stared at the deserted corner and said angrily.
"No rush," Ye Wuluo waved his fan, his deep black eyes fixed on Shi Hu. "If I really capture her, how can I guarantee you'll keep your promise?"
This stone tiger is made of stone and is immortal, so it's easier to deal with a wounded little cultivator.
"After capturing her alive, I will leave the water prison to rescue people. I won't have time to deal with you," Shi Hu replied in a deep voice.
"good."
Ye Wuluo snapped his fan shut and readily complied, his figure disappearing into the palace.
——
Mu Jianjian casually tore off a piece of cloth from her clothes, wrapped it around her neck, tied a knot, and left it at that. She knew she had to catch up with Yueyue as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if she didn't want her identity to be exposed, she might really be killed by Ye Wuluo!
"Seven-sided fan, encircling the scroll."
As the man's chuckled voice sounded from behind her, Mu Jianjian felt a strange current of energy flowing towards her.
Wow, so fast!
Even though she had already used her eye technique to teleport to the farthest place, she still couldn't catch up with the opponent in three breaths...
"You can't kill me! I'm a disciple of the Xuan Shuang Sect!" Mu Jianjian held the Silkworm Bone Banner in her hand, golden threads overflowing from her right pupil as she barely dodged the attack.
"You managed to evade it, no wonder I had to come and capture you." Ye Wulu tapped his fan with his slender fingertips, and his voice remained completely flat after hearing the girl's words. "So what if it's the Xuan Shuang Sect? It's just the two of us here."
He recognized the female cultivator in front of him; she was the one who shared a room with Xiaoyue'er and interfered in their relationship... and she was also very familiar with the son of the former Demon Lord of Yingzhou.
But so what?
However, his low cultivation level and tone reminded him of the person he had met on the inner layer of the secret realm cliff.
"Aren't you afraid that Senior Sister Sang will hate you for aiding and abetting evil and indiscriminately killing innocent people like this?!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jianjian clearly felt the atmosphere on the other end become much more oppressive, and she carefully moved her feet backward.
I hope I didn't say something wrong and make this pervert even angrier.
“I remember you—” Ye Wuluo’s already bewitching face became even more vivid under his wide smile. The dim palace room could not hide his handsomeness. In the damp air, he looked like a siren who had fallen into the darkness.
Mu Jianjian sensed danger and was about to use her pupil technique again when the man's hand was firmly placed on her shoulder.
Ye Wuluo's left hand did not completely touch her shoulder; it was still a few millimeters away. Yet, Mu Jianjian felt her inner energy stagnate, and she could not move an inch.
"—Aren't you the female cultivator who fell off the cliff?" Ye Wuluo's aura enveloped Mu Jianjian, and cold sweat broke out on her back. "You do have two faces, or are these faces fake too?"
Judging from Ye Wuluo's tone, Mu Jianjian knew he was truly angry.
Why did you suddenly become serious?
Was it because she mentioned Yueyue in her words?
Even though the opponent hadn't made any moves yet, it felt like his whole body was nailed to the ground, and he had to use all his strength to even open his lips.
Is this Ye Wuluo's true strength...?
Once they get serious, there's not even the slightest chance to escape.
"Does Little Moon know that your face is fake, that you're wearing a human skin mask?" Ye Wuluo slowly leaned down to meet the gaze of the trembling girl.
The human skin mask on her face was given to her by Yueyue!
Mu Jianjian felt helpless. She sensed that the air pressure on her body had lessened a bit, so she immediately explained, "I'm wearing a human skin mask just in case because my cultivation level is low."
"Hahahahaha," Ye Wuluo's laughter echoed in the palace. After laughing, he suddenly lowered his head and said, "You claim to be a disciple of the Xuanshuang Sect, yet you don't use a single Xuanshuang secret technique. The magic weapon you hold is from Yingzhou, and even the pupil technique you use is of unknown origin."
Mu Jianjian took a deep breath, knowing that she couldn't explain herself this time.
If they don't want to be captured by Ye Wuluo and handed over to Shi Hu, they'll have no choice but to reveal their true identity...
"Actually, I am—" she was about to reveal her real name and identity.
“I never care who you are,” Ye Wulu interrupted with a smile, “Thirteen faces, Wu Zhi.”
The moment he finished speaking, Mu Jianjian had just noticed the air pressure disappear and was about to raise her hand to tear off the human skin mask when she lost consciousness, her vision went black, and she vanished from the spot.
Ye Wulu opened the fan and saw that on the leftmost of the twelve gilded fans, the face of a young girl was slowly being carved.
The girl's neck and legs were wrapped in bandages, her eyes were closed and she was lifeless, and a corner of the human skin on her right cheek had been slowly torn off.
In the golden fan.
Mu Jianjian sighed and pounded the ground. Having read the original novel's plot, she knew very well that this space was one of Ye Wuluo's secret techniques—
He created a small world of his own within the golden fan, where cultivators would have no cultivation or abilities, just like mortals, completely at his mercy.
She should have revealed her true identity sooner!
Instead of being captured by the perverted Ye Wuluo and trapped inside the fan, unable to do anything.
I hope this persona won't be hidden forever.
——
"You caught her?" Shi Hu was delighted to see the man in red slowly appear before him, but when he saw that there was no one following the man, anger surged up. "You didn't catch her?"
"No rush." Ye Wuluo picked up the golden fan and slowly opened it. The woman engraved on one side was none other than Mu Jianjian. The carving on the golden fan slowly disappeared, and the girl appeared out of thin air in front of him.
The human skin mask on the girl's face gently fell off, revealing a fair and delicate face that was stunningly beautiful.
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