At this moment, another voice came from outside the door. Zhao Wuming and Zhao Wuhuan looked back and saw a seven-foot-tall middle-aged man walking quickly into the room.
This man has a strong body, rough skin, and his cultivation has reached the Fourth Realm of Virtual Crossing. This man is Zhao Wuyu's eldest son: Zhao Yan.
After Zhao Yan saw Zhao Wuming and Zhao Wuhuan, he bowed slowly to them, and then hurried to Zhao Wuyu's bed, but what he saw was Zhao Wuyu lying on the bed, shapeless.
Zhao Yan's eyes were cracked, his arms bulged violently, and his eyes had a chilling look.
"Uncle...who did this?"
Zhao Yan clenched his teeth, and there was a trace of blood on his palms. As the eldest son of Zhao Wuyu, he was not easily angered, but in this situation, the silent anger in his heart was uncontrollable.
"We are investigating, Yan'er, don't worry...I will definitely give my third brother justice, and the Ye family must also give me an explanation!"
After saying this, Zhao Wuming put his hand on Zhao Yan's shoulder, and then Zhao Wuming led Zhao Wuhuan slowly out of the door.
After leaving, Zhao Wuming could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, his chest kept rising and falling, and the spiritual energy in his body began to restless.
"Uh, ah..."
A roar was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and the entire Tiangang Sect was constantly shaking in the roar.
If Zhao Wuyu hadn't been too seriously injured just now, the spiritual power in his body would have been unable to suppress the explosion.
"Brother...I think something is fishy."
Zhao Wuhuan, who had been silent in the room, frowned. How could two little street guys with no background force Zhao Wuyu into such a situation, and the others were not injured, which means...
There must be something secret about these two brats!
Hearing this, Zhao Wuming looked at Zhao Wuhuan deeply and gradually put away his restless emotions.
"Second brother... noticed something, tell me."
Zhao Wuming restrained his breath and said slowly.
"I heard from them that the third brother was so injured by two juniors, and they even used space scrolls to escape..."
Zhao Wuhuan hesitated to speak. Seeing this, Zhao Wuming waved his right hand, and a light yellow barrier enveloped the two of them.
This is a barrier that completely isolates sound and breath. Unless you are a strong person above the spiritual realm, it is impossible to know their conversation.
"This is a matter of the Ye family. We only asked our third brother to investigate for Ye Zhuoran's sake. We thought it was a trivial matter, but when it got into this situation today, I'm afraid these two brats...
backing."
Zhao Wuhuan gently stroked his chin and said slowly.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuming narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. It was not that he was unaware of this, but no matter what, Ye Zhuoran would definitely give an explanation for this matter.
"What the second brother said is absolutely true, and I am also surprised. With the cautious character of the third brother, how could he fall into this trap so easily? If there hadn't been an unexpected change..."
Although Zhao Wuming was irritable, he was not reckless. After a brief thought, he looked at Zhao Wuhuan silently.
"You need to be more cautious about this matter... Investigate the details of these two brats. The range of randomly transmitted space scrolls is not too far away... Brother, you go handle this matter. You have always done things safely... Also
Yes, don’t let Zhao Yan make any noise about this matter."
Zhao Wushang waved his hand and the barrier was lifted. Zhao Wuhuan nodded slowly.
After appeasing Zhao Yan, Zhao Wuhuan set off and headed straight out of the city.
In the jungle in the northern part of Tiancang Empire.
When the sun first rose, Mu'er had been dragging Ling Xiao for two hours, and now she was a little tired. There were blood marks on her fair and delicate hands, which were stretched by ropes.
But Mu'er didn't stop. She knew that she could only move forward and not take the main road. This place was not far from the Donglin Mountains. If she dragged someone like this, the news would spread quickly.
If people from the Tiangang Sect and the Ye family came to seek revenge at this time, he and Ling Xiao would no longer have any trump cards to use.
There was no stagnation along the way. Mu'er had already passed through a bush and came to a high mountain. Looking at the steep mountain road, Mu'er sighed rather resentfully, and put away the bamboo raft with a sudden change in his heart.
Using the Fire of Fate to spy on Ling Xiao's physical condition, the broken sternum and ribs in Ling Xiao's body have been repaired by 20%. Now he can no longer lie flat.
After feeling relieved, Mu'er carried Ling Xiao on his back and climbed up step by step.
"Little beggar, if you dare to die... I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"
Mu'er's sweat slipped from his forehead, and the scene in front of him became blurry.
Ling Xiao's injuries were very serious. No part of his body was intact. What was even more fatal was that his internal organs, meridians throughout his body, and his spiritual veins were all damaged.
If he cannot be treated in time, I am afraid that even if Ling Xiao survives, he will be disabled for life and will be unable to continue practicing for the rest of his life.
For Ling Xiao's safety, her hands were always supporting Ling Xiao behind her without moving at all, and she didn't even bother to wipe away the sweat.
As time passed, the closer to the top of the mountain, the more scorching the sun became. In order not to burn Ling Xiao, Mu'er took out a foot of gauze.
At this time, Mu'er could not use his spiritual power, because once he used his spiritual power, it would be noticed by other practitioners, and a heresy would break out if he was not careful.
What's more, she doesn't know what the Tiangang Sect is doing, so she has to be careful in everything.
Soon, Mu'er jumped to the top of the mountain and straightened up. Her physical strength had reached its limit.
Beside a boulder, Mu'er put Ling Xiao down on his back and breathed heavily. With the blessing of the elixir in the silver ring, Mu'er's consumed spiritual power could be replenished in a short time.
It's just that the scorching sun on the top of the mountain is too hot. Although it's late autumn, it's no longer close to the north and the temperature has also risen.
After resting for a while, Mu'er carried Ling Xiao on his back again, regardless of the blood stains and dirt accumulated on his body.
It wasn't until the scorching sun gradually set in the west that Mu'er carried Ling Xiao down the mountain range. At this time, Mu'er summoned the bamboo raft again and continued moving forward by pulling the rope.
She knew that if she wanted to reach Baili within ten days, she would have to move forward without sleep.
For Ling Xiao now, nothing is more precious than time.
After three days of running around day and night, Mu'er's spirit was already on the verge of collapse. Even so, there was still one last mountain to climb before her.
In three days, Mu'er climbed a total of four giant peaks, taking a short break to drink from the clear spring in the mountains.
"Finally, it's almost here."
Seeing the towering peaks in front of her, Mu'er licked the corners of her lips. Three days had already made her look miserable. Her long hair, which was originally like a waterfall, had fallen down messily, and her whole body was even more discolored.
It has an unpleasant earthy smell.
The originally fair and jade-like skin has turned a little dark, and the slender and slender hands like green jade have long been in tatters.
After skillfully putting away the bamboo raft and carrying the fainting Ling Xiao, Mu'er once again stepped onto the mountain road in front of him.
The two thin figures just disappeared into the mountains.
Although I am used to the scorching sun, the dryness in my throat is still unbearable.
She raised her eyes slightly, and saw that the continuous mountain road climbed straight up. Now she had climbed to the middle of the mountain, and most of the vegetation on the cliffs had gradually dried up.
But there are no springs in this high mountain!
"Damn it!"
Mu'er complained, biting the tip of her tongue secretly, and could only move on.
Due to the extreme lack of water, Mu'er's eyes had begun to become blurry. The three days of non-stop travel day and night had pushed her body and spirit to the limit.
At a mountain bend, Mu'er's legs trembled violently and she fell directly to the ground. When she fell, she subconsciously hugged Ling Xiao on her back.
At the same time, all the gravity suddenly pressed on her body, causing severe pain throughout her body.
"Hiss, ow... little beggar, when you wake up, I will..."
Mu'er looked at the side of the fainted face in her arms with some complaints. The hands with the bloody scars had become scabbed again. She was so angry that she just raised her hands but put them down weakly.
When she stood up, Mu'er felt a sharp pain in her right calf. Looking sideways, she saw that the dirty skirt was stained with blood.
His clothes had been torn, and there was a three-inch long dripping wound on his fair leg.
After simply treating the wound, Mu'er staggered to his feet, carried Ling Xiao on his back again, and climbed to the top of the mountain step by step.
Blood and sweat intertwined, the girl's cheeks were red, and her whole body was covered with scars. At this moment, huge black clouds gathered in the sky, and the originally bright sky was instantly shrouded in darkness.
A thick and depressing breath came over, and the initial heat began to become stuffy. The air was filled with water mist, and there was a loud bang, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, splitting the dark sky in half.
Mu'er raised her head feebly, and the black clouds pressed upward, as if she could touch her with her hands, and the terrifying thunder seemed to crush her in the next breath.
"No... you can't carry it like this, it's actually raining!"
Mu'er glanced at the oppressive sky. The remaining spiritual power in his body began to circulate at this time, and his body leaning against Ling Xiao also accelerated in an instant.
Heavy rain can wash away the breath and hinder people's five senses. Mu'er then thought about it, and this may not be a bad thing.
But she didn't have much spiritual power in her body, so she had to find a place to stay before she collapsed.
During this period, 80% of Mu'er's spiritual power was used to mobilize the fire of destiny in Ling Xiao's body.
The weather was harsh and the journey was long, but she looked at the figure behind her and did not choose to stay.
The azure spiritual power protected Ling Xiao, and Mu'er quickly shuttled between the mountains.
Thousands of silver snakes were also dancing wildly among the black clouds, the sound of thunder resounded throughout the sky and the earth, and huge raindrops fell down.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Ten breaths later, a torrential downpour fell from the sky. With a thought, Mu'er took out the bamboo raft from his silver ring, then gently touched Ling Xiao on his back with his left hand, and raised the bamboo raft above his head with his right hand.