Hearing Eleven's choked voice, Mu Jin paused involuntarily as she lifted the curtain. She slowly turned to look at Eleven.
When Shiyi saw Mu Jin stop, his eyes lit up, but when he saw Mu Jin's still angry face, he couldn't help but lower his head again.
"Don't go, I'll tell you everything."
Seeing the sadness filling Eleven's dark eyes, Mu Jin felt a pang of pity. She didn't really want to force Eleven to leave; she just couldn't help but worry about her as Eleven's condition worsened and she was inexplicably injured.
Mu Jin forced a smile: "If it's really hard to explain, I can wait a little longer."
Eleven looked up at Mu Jin, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Could you come and sit down for a while? I'm not feeling well enough to walk over."
Mu Jin sighed, went over and helped Eleven sit up on the bed. She then moved a stool over and sat down next to Eleven, looking into his eyes.
Mu Jin asked, "Have you remembered your past?"
"Um."
"Have you ever killed someone? Broke goods? Abused women and children? Raped women? Or were you a spy for an enemy country?"
"Neither!"
Hearing that Eleven's identity had not crossed her bottom line, Mu Jin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If Eleven admits to even one thing, she really doesn't know how to convince herself to clear his name. She even started to fantasize that if Eleven is right, as long as he changes his ways, she can still convince herself to accept him.
Seeing Mu Jin breathe a sigh of relief, Eleven knew that Mu Jin had misunderstood, and couldn't help but smile.
So, what is your background and identity?
Eleven lowered his head, closed his eyes, and whispered, "My real name is Nangong Min, and I come from the Nangong Divine Sect."
Su Yi of the Southern Palace Sect had told Mu Jin that she knew about it, and she even planned to sell the jewelry Su Yi had given her and take Shiyi to the Southern Palace Sect to treat her amnesia.
Now, Eleven actually claims to be from the Nangong Shenzong sect, and even calls himself Nangong Min, the same Nangong Min who was 18 years old and was going to inherit the position of sect leader of the Nangong Shenzong sect.
No wonder Eleven refused to go with me to the Nangong Shenzong sect to treat his amnesia. It turns out that Eleven not only regained his memory, but was also a member of the Nangong Shenzong sect.
Mu Jin was inwardly amazed, but her face remained impassive. When Eleven saw that Mu Jin didn't continue speaking, he thought Mu Jin was angry and asked anxiously.
“I didn’t mean to hide it. I just didn’t know how to say it. That day, when I went to the bandit’s den to look for you, I was hit on the head by one of the bandits, and that’s when I suddenly remembered what happened before.”
Hearing what Eleven said, Mu Jin suddenly realized why Eleven had been acting strangely after rescuing her from the bandit's den.
"So it was because of a power struggle back then?"
"Um!"
"Does your sect really possess some kind of miraculous medicine that can cure all diseases in the world?"
"Um!"
"Have you been standing in front of my tent every night these past few days, watching over me?"
"Um!"
What happened to the injury on your hand?
“The night before I was to inherit the position of clan leader, my grandmother told me that since our ancestors, the lineage has been passed down through single heirs. Our blood, when added to a specific medicine, can cure all diseases.”
As soon as Shiyi uttered these words, Mu Jin immediately covered Shiyi's mouth with her hand.
"Shh! You're crazy! How could you tell anyone such a big secret?"
When Mu Jin heard that Eleven had told her about the most confidential matters of the Nangong Shenzong, she was startled. What difference was there between Eleven and Tang Sanzang? If someone with ulterior motives found out, they would surely devour him alive.
Seeing how worried Mu Jin was about him, Shiyi's eyes lit up. He removed Mu Jin's hand from his mouth and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I can sense that there's no one outside. Since you want to know, I'll tell you."
Mu Jin was still shocked by what Eleven had just said.
"So, do the people of the Nangong Divine Sect know about your secrets?"
Eleven shook his head: "Only the successor to the sect leader is orally passed down from the previous sect leader the night before the succession. Right now, only my grandmother, me, and you know about this."
Thinking of her grandmother, Shiyi couldn't help but purse her lips, revealing a sad expression.
"No wonder you wouldn't tell. Such an important matter should indeed not be known to outsiders."
Eleven really wanted to speak, not because he was afraid of being betrayed by Mu Jin, but because he felt it was difficult to face his former self and didn't know how to start. But after thinking about it, he shut his mouth again.
"So it wasn't because my prescription worked, it was your blood that saved those infected people. Are you stupid! There were so many people, how much blood do you have? Don't you want to live?" Mu Jin said anxiously.
"No, not only is our blood unique, but we are also very familiar with medical principles. Your prescription is indeed effective. I only added a small amount of blood to the decoction for seriously ill patients, and used your prescription for the rest."
Hearing this, Mu Jin still frowned deeply: "So, every time your Nangong Divine Sect experiences a plague, you have to bleed a sect leader to save the people?"
When Shiyi heard Mu Jin say that, he couldn't help but laugh.
"No, on the day each sect leader succeeds to the position, the blood of the new sect leader is dripped into the altar. This practice has been passed down through generations. Whenever a plague breaks out in the world, hundreds of thousands of pills are made using the alchemy furnace. Only a small amount of blood needs to be poured from that bottle to distribute them to the people to treat the plague."
Eleven paused and continued, "Nangong Ce didn't know about the altar. He must have coerced Grandma into making the pills so that he could sell them to the court or noble families."
So you're going back to save your grandma?
Eleven remained silent.
Mu Jin sighed, "Your grandmother is useful to that Nangong Ce, and given her high status in the Nangong Divine Sect, she should be relatively safe."
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