In the Puhua Mountains, a stream flows down from the top of a mountain, sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, and never dries up all year round. It is precisely because of the existence of this stream that the hunters are given the capital to survive.

In the dense forest, a patchwork of thatched houses is scattered. The villagers were busy flipping through the pieces of meat or combing and washing.

In one corner of the village, there are two houses that look slightly sophisticated. Han Bing and Liu Yue live here, and the two of them have been in this lonely village for a year.

The people of the village showed great enthusiasm for the new immigrants, especially with Liu Yue's amazing beauty, and most of the men in the village would think about it in their dreams. However, they didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary, and the ability that Liu Yue showed in a few hunts, they had seen. Over time, Liu Yue became an unattainable existence in their minds.

On the contrary, Han Bing was gradually completely ignored by everyone, staying at home all day, looking sick, like a half-dead tuberculosis ghost.

This is Orion Village, a man who can't hunt by himself and needs a woman to show his head, so he is naturally looked down upon. Gradually, the villagers also saw that Han Bing and Liu Yue were not the two people they imagined, and they didn't look like brothers and sisters, but more like friends.

At night, Han Bing sat quietly on the wooden bed, and a small oil lamp was lit on the table in the room. In order to make it easier for them to live in seclusion among these simple-minded Orion villagers, and not to appear shocking, they tried their best to hide the monk's set.

Han Bing's condition, as felt by the villagers, deteriorated from physical condition. What made Han Bing even more panicked was the resentful aura in his body's divine consciousness, which was gradually no longer under his control, and that trace of resentment escaping from the Ice Soul Seal always made him feel extremely uneasy.

Since a month ago, Han Bing has felt that his sanity has been good and bad, and he has intermittently felt that even his body is no longer his own. In the current state of the physique, the resentment qi came out again to make trouble, which was undoubtedly worse for Han Bing.

The door was gently pushed open, and Liu Yue walked in, she came over at this time every day to feed Han Bing the pill. Liu Yue's face was worried, she could feel Han Bing's physical condition, these pills, at the beginning, still had a little effect, but now, it seems that because of the antibodies in the body, it is almost difficult to have an effect.

"Master, take medicine. Liu Yue came to the bed, glanced at Han Bing, and took out a pill from the jade bottle, and there was not much left in the jade bottle.

Han Bing didn't seem to hear Liu Yue's words, and still sat stunned, unmoved.

Liu Yue picked up the pill and handed it to his mouth. With her movements, a gust of incense blew into Han Bing's nose.

Han Bing's eyes wandered, he turned his head, and did not take the pill handed to his mouth, but just looked at Liu Yue's graceful waist blankly. When she was defenseless, she suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged her.

Liu Yue's body stiffened suddenly, and with a scream, almost instantly, she broke free of Han Bing's arms and fled far away to the door, turning her head and looking at Han Bing in horror.

"What are you doing?" Liu Yue was obviously frightened.

Han Bing's body stumbled and almost fell under Liu Yue's strength, coupled with Liu Yue's scream, he suddenly woke up, and his eyes began to become clear.

"I-" Han Bing seemed to understand something, looked at his hands, and then looked at Liu Yue with an apologetic face.

"Take your medicine. Liu Yue took a few steps sideways, put the pill on the table, and took out the jade bottle from the ring and put it on the table. Then he glanced at Han Bing again, opened the door, and left as if he had fled.

Han Bing stared at the door with a blank gaze, and after a long time, he sighed, he knew that it was useless to explain anything. His fist slammed into the ground with hatred.

Liu Yue's house was not far from him, and Han Bing could even hear her closing the door.

Han Bing regretted in his heart, he had never thought anything wrong about himself, a disciple of Bingqing and Jade. He could also see that Liu Yue also only regarded him as a master and a father.

Han Bing walked slowly to the table, picked up a pill and took it, although the effect of the pill was extremely poor, but apart from these pills, he had no other support.

In the following days, Han Bing was all closed, the pill bottle was already empty, he just sat quietly at the head of the bed all the time, even the small window of the thatched house was covered by him with a black cloth, and the whole house, whether it was day or night, was not seen in the sun.

Liu Yue has never appeared again.

In such a lonely day, three months later, Han Bing finally opened the door for the first time on a dark and silent night, stepped out, he looked in the direction, and then walked slowly towards the depths of Missen.

His divine sense can hardly be released, so the judgment of the direction is not accurate, and he just walks aimlessly. The injuries in his body are worse than they were a few months ago. He planned to go on like this, and when he encountered some fierce demon beasts, he seemed to be able to rest in peace.