coobybook Chapter 125 Master, if you die, make a sound.
Chapter 125 Master, if you die, make a sound.
He gently patted her back and gazed at her quietly.
He watched quietly for a while longer, then drowsiness began to creep in.
Even when you close your eyes and pretend to sleep, you must always be aware of the sounds around you.
But he could no longer hear any sounds around him until he fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, a roar from the tiger cub woke them both up.
Although it was early morning, the fog outside had not dissipated.
The sun was not visible; it was just that the daylight was brighter than at night.
Zhongli Yueluo stood up, shook her neck, stretched, and glanced at Su Fengjun.
"Let's eat something first, then we can continue on our way."
"Alright." He sat down and used fire magic to rekindle the nearly burnt-out firewood.
Zhongli Yueluo took out the dry rations she had prepared from the hairpin before leaving.
The tiger cub roared beside them, seemingly wanting to eat too; its eyes were pure, showing no malice towards them.
In this environment, one cannot be careless about anything, and Zhongli Yueluo did not feed it.
After the two finished their dry rations, they left the cave, thinking that the little tiger would stay there.
Who knew that the little tiger would follow the two of them out again.
Su Fengjun frowned, and Zhongli Yuelu waved it away.
"You little brat, if you don't want to die, don't follow us!"
But it couldn't understand. After they took a few steps, it rushed out of the cave again, followed behind them, and played with their skirts.
She sighed. It was so annoying. Even if she kicked it away, it would only think she was playing with it.
Neither of them paid him any attention and continued walking forward.
Miao Qing has been separated from them for a day now; they wonder if he has made any discoveries on his end.
Gongshu Liang and his companions searched for a long time in the mist before finally returning to the pavilion.
He roared in fury, "Zhongli Yueluo! Where did you go?!"
His men didn't dare to speak. Then, he looked around, especially at the ginkgo tree.
It's already turning yellowish. If that ghost is dead, how could it be nothing but a pile of rotting flesh?
They searched the surrounding area again, but still couldn't find any trace of Zhongli Yueluo.
They then walked into the street and came face to face with Su Fengling and his group.
Su Fengling's face was gloomy. He was already annoyed because he couldn't find his brother and Zhongli Yueluo, and then he encountered this plague god.
He gritted his teeth: "What are you doing here!"
"Isn't this Prince Consort Ling? What are you all doing here? Are you here to see the princess?"
"What a pity, he may already be dead!" he said, drawing his sword.
Before Su Fengling could make a move, He Yuhuan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, looking rather sneaky.
There was still half a noodle dangling from his mouth.
"Who died?" He slurped the noodles into his mouth.
With furrowed brows, the golden mace was clutched in its hand. It hadn't seen its master for over a month; he was dead!
The golden mace, with a whooshing sound, seemed to pierce the air as it hurtled towards Gongshu Liang.
The elite soldiers around him drew their swords to block in front of him, but they couldn't stop it and were blown away by the shockwave.
Gongshu Liangliang barely managed to dodge: "You crazy old monster, it wasn't me who killed her."
"They fought with the evil spirits last night and disappeared without a trace. How can you pin this on me!"
"Anyone the master hates must die!" She doesn't distinguish right from wrong.
But Su Fengling grabbed him, and he sensed something amiss in the conversation.
What? Last night? Could it be that the time flow in Lingtai Village is different from that in the outside world?
They had been outside for a full month, and no one saw them send out messages or sensed their thoughts.
That's why he and He Yuhuan were searching on the street today.
Meanwhile, Yan Ruoyu was also on the outskirts of Lingtai Village, looking for any other discoveries.
But if Gongshu Liang described it this way, does that mean they only spent one night together?
"Gongshu Liang! What do you mean?!"
"What I meant literally was that the two of them might have been killed by a ghost. You should go to the ginkgo tree now to collect their bodies; it's not too late."
He Yuhuan paused for a moment when she heard about collecting corpses; she was familiar with this job.
The thought of receiving Zhongli Yueluo's corpse caused her immense pain!
When she turned her head, her two big eyes were filled with tears.
She stopped arguing with Su Fengling, grabbed his sleeve, and burst into tears.
Gongshu Liang, clutching his chest and limping, led his elite troops away hastily.
If we get entangled with them any longer, we might really lose our lives.
Tears rolled down her cheeks like beans, and her eyes instantly turned red. Su Fengling was annoyed but also heartbroken.
After all, He Yuhuan devoted all her attention to Zhongli Yueluo.
"Impossible! How could you believe him? How could he possibly be dead?"
He took her hand and headed in the direction Gongshu Liang had come from.
The ginkgo tree is quite distinctive; you can see its yellow hues from far away on the street.
He and He Yuhuan rushed to the tree, only to find tattered red silk and the corpse of a dead ghost.
Only a trace of Su Fengjun and Zhongli Yueluo's aura remained.
Su Fengling circled the pavilion once, wondering what kind of secret technique this must be.
They could sense the presence of magic in the surroundings; they weren't dead at all, but simply trapped in another space.
They'll probably need to find a way out to get out.
"Master! Master, where are you... Waaah!" He Yuhuan was like a headless fly here.
They circled the ginkgo tree three times to the left and three times to the right, weeping as if their hearts were breaking.
"Master, if you die, make a sound! You can't give your brain to someone else! Ah... hiccup!" She kept wiping away her tears.
Su Fengling didn't go down, so she stepped forward and covered his mouth.
But a whistling sound could still be heard coming from the gap.
"Shut up, you old monster! My sister can't be dead! My brother can't be dead either!"
He stared at the ginkgo tree, thinking that the method to break the curse must be right around here.
The three of them, including Su Fengjun, felt as if only a day and a night had passed within the fog.
Zhongli Yueluo looked around and saw that everyone looked the same. As she walked, she rubbed her legs and sighed.
"Feng Jun, do you know what the petals of the Demon of the Night look like? The surrounding environment is the same, I feel like we were just here."
“Princess, I think so too, but I can also smell the scent of the Demon Flower nearby.”
"What? Nearby!"
Zhongli Yueluo couldn't extract any scent from the mist; it was just a strong stench of corpses.
After walking a while, I heard the sound of flowing water and the howling of tiger cubs. It was as if I heard someone calling them.
Zhongli Yuelu shouted, "Miaoqing?"
In this empty environment, she seemed to hear echoes of "Miaoqing" over and over again.
Then they found a stream, and the little tiger roared and jumped in.
The two stared at it, and it began to radiate light.