Outside the cave, in the dense forest, Mu Yiyang sneaked all the way, relying on the advantages of his body, he picked all kinds of lush grass and thorny paths, which also caused certain obstacles to the old man in Tsing Yi.

However, as time passed, Mu Yiyang was finally affected by the hidden toxin, and he walked slower and slower, and the distance between the two gradually narrowed.

Originally, he thought that he was just making an incision, even if it had some effects, as long as he applied some disinfectant in advance, the wound would not spread, or the speed of spreading would be slower.

But he never thought that after all, he still overestimated his body's resistance ability, no matter how much the woman in white said that she was also a cultivator, it was reasonable to say that her anti-poison ability was stronger, he was a mortal, even if his physique was special, how strong could he be?

"It seems that this time there is more luck and less luck!" With a wry smile, Mu Yiyang endured the pain and continued to run forward.

Not far behind him, the man in Tsing Yi pressed forward step by step, split the thorns in front of him with a sword, glanced at the direction where Mu Yiyang was, and said in a cold voice: "Stinky boy, you can't run away this time!"

......

The distance between the two is still shrinking, although Mu Yiyang is not facing the Tsing Yi man head-on, but the sense of danger has always lingered behind him, like a needle on his back, very depressing.

Although he had never cultivated, the experience of walking on the tip of the knife for so many years had made him extremely sensitive to murderous aura. It was a very strange feeling, he didn't know when or how he had it, only that once he had this feeling, the danger was not far away.

At the beginning, according to his plan, as long as he led the people of Tsing Yi to the Valley of the Medicine King, out of fear of the guards and Shen Wanqing, the people of Tsing Yi might choose to stop and find another opportunity to find trouble for themselves.

But he never thought that the people in Tsing Yi came too fast, completely beyond his imagination, with his speed, he was afraid that he would be caught up by the people in Tsing Yi before he arrived in the Medicine King Valley, and life and death were unpredictable.

As a last resort, he had to take a shortcut and take the mountain road, but after all, it was still too slow. Right now, he could feel that the man in Tsing Yi was behind him, and he might catch up at any time and give him a fatal blow.

He suddenly missed Shen Mingyue, Fu Bo, and Shen Wanqing, they were all his closest people, although there were some unexpected changes, but at least he was happy in the past three years, which he did not have in the past years.

Of course, he also has disappointment in his heart, and the resentment of being deceived, but for him, love is still too rare after all, so rare that once he has it, he is unwilling to give it up easily, and once he meets it, he will never forget it.

People say that when a person is about to die, his heart is also good, Mu Yiyang suddenly found that what he said was actually himself. As Fu Bo said, his physical condition was indeed very bad, he had been drained of too much vitality by the Blood Spirit Bead, and his days were running out. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he has no hatred for Shen Wanqing in his heart!

Now, he is in danger, and his life is coming to an end. Thinking about it carefully, he suddenly found that he always seemed to be absent when he said goodbye, or he never said goodbye to others, and was always pushed forward by fate, towards the unknown, towards confusion, and towards the next battle between life and death......

He suddenly regretted that he had not been able to say goodbye to Fauber in the cave before, that lonely old man, who always seemed to be alone, he had given himself almost all the love he could, if he died, would he be able to accept it?

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it, because tears were already moistening his eyes. He is naturally afraid of death, and he is tired of the choice of life or death, but he is even more afraid of leaving quietly and lonely without saying goodbye, as if he was abandoned by his parents, he can't even see their faces clearly, and he doesn't even have an object of hope when he is sad......

Mu Yiyang had mixed feelings in his heart, many thoughts flashed alternately, and before he knew it, he had come to a high cliff, which was the place where the woman in white and the old man in gray snatched the blood spirit bead before.

"Is there no way out?" Climbing the high cliff, Mu Yiyang's body stiffened, and there was surprise in his eyes, but more confusion.

And in the dense forest behind him, the figure of the man in Tsing Yi was revealed, looking at the blood stains on the ground, a strange smile appeared on his face, licked his lips, and muttered to himself: "There is no way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no door to hell!

......

In the cave, the woman in white woke up again in a daze, her face was pale, and she looked particularly lovable.

"Senior Brother Ye, you're here!" Glancing up at the bald man with a sad and worried face, the woman in white said softly.

"Senior sister, are you finally awake!are you feeling better?" helped the woman in white to sit down, and the bald man said with a concerned expression.

"I'm much better, what about that kid?" is it okay?" sat down against the cave wall, and the woman in white said in a weak tone.

"Which kid? you're alone here!" the bald man wondered.

"Oh no, that child is in danger!" said this, and the woman in white suddenly stood up and staggered out of the cave, her face full of worry.

She hadn't seen Mu Yiyang, but she remembered the breath on her body, and before, she woke up in a groggy cave and heard part of the conversation between him and the people in Tsing Yi, and probably knew Mu Yiyang's strategy, but she was weak and fell into a coma again.

Although she didn't know exactly what happened after she fell unconscious, since Mu Yiyang decided to save her and calculated the people in Tsing Yi so boldly, she believed that he would never give up halfway. Now that he has suddenly disappeared, it is very likely that he will be in danger, and most of it is for her.

Let an unenlightened child risk it for her, and the duel is still against a powerhouse of the leyline realm who has gone through vicissitudes, and she can't imagine what the result will be.

At this moment, in addition to shock, her heart was full of remorse and guilt, she never thought that an unintentional mistake by herself would affect such a kind child. His life had just begun! He shouldn't have been involved in this strife!

"I must save him! He must not be fine!" Forcibly enduring the pain, the woman in white gritted her teeth, the blue light flashed on her body, and she rushed out of the cave with an arrow step.

"Senior sister, slow down!" the bald man shouted anxiously behind the woman in white, and then followed, but he was a little puzzled in his heart.

In his impression, this junior sister of hers has been taking the elimination of demons as her own responsibility since she was a child, and has always been strict with herself, even if she has encountered great grievances, she has never let herself leave a single tear, and it seems that she has never seen her so chaotic.

"What kind of child is that, and what is the relationship with the junior sister?" muttered to the bald man, and suddenly felt a little envious of the child he had never met.

......

On the high cliff, Mu Yiyang glanced back at the dense forest behind him, and a strong crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

"Is it finally here?" Mu Yiyang muttered softly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a blood-stained corner of clothes flew up from the bottom of the cliff, rolled on the ground a few times, and then fell at his feet.

Picking up the corner of his clothes on the ground with some confusion, his pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and hot tears flowed irrepressibly again.

He suddenly remembered a conversation he had had with Fauber, so short, so sudden, so long ago that he had forgotten about it.

"If one day you can't see me, then I am gone, and I will leave you a piece of the cuff of the clothes and bury it for me!"

"Why the corners of the cuffs?"

"Because...... That's the bloodiest, dirtiest part of an assassin's body!"

"Why should I bury it?"

"I don't know......"

"Cut! I can't find anyone else!"

"Maybe!"