Kaiyang City at midnight was so cold and deep, there were no pedestrians on the streets, not even cats who were used to walking at night. A young man covered in blood stumbled and staggered at a street corner in the south of the city, and his weak legs sometimes could not support him, and he would fall heavily to the ground.

Blood kept dripping from the edge of the mask, and he felt that his vision was a little blurry, and even his mind was a little confused, and he didn't know where he had run, and he didn't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or something else.

"Be sure to leave Yutong Lane, the farther away the better, the sooner the better!"

He muttered subconsciously, and the voice came from the blood-stained and then sticky mask, which seemed a little distorted.

He had already heard the siren just now, and the little reason he had left knew that he had to leave here as much as possible, the government had been alarmed, and if the people from the temple also chased him to Yutong Lane, he had only one way to die.

He had to find a place to hide, and now the safest place for him was Fugui Manor, where Yan Thirteen, Gangwa, and the people he trusted the most.

So he vaguely identified the direction, picked at the dark alleys, and continued to run, blood spilling on the streets behind him.

The night is bleak and the stars are sparse.

Mu Yang ran in the night, running on the street, raising his right arm from time to time to wipe off the blood in his jaw, as time passed, the luster in his eyes became more and more dim, and the brows and eyes exposed outside the mask wrinkled more and more tightly, looking very painful.

His vision became more and more blurred, the horse-tethered pillars on the side of the street and the gate shop at the entrance of the fang market gradually deformed and distorted in his eyes, turning into a monster with teeth and claws; his breathing became more and more rapid, the breath squeezed out of his lungs was as hot as magma, and the breath he desperately inhaled was as cold as a glacier; his steps became more and more vain and slow, and he was often stumped by the bluestone slabs protruding from the ground; his mind became more and more disordered, and he gradually forgot his current situation.

He just remembered that he should run, and the farther he ran, the better.

Some kind of deep instinct urged him to run in the direction of the rich manor, probably only when he saw the steel doll would he feel safe and feel appropriate, this obsession to run home is so powerful...... Strong enough to support his badly injured and weakened body from the south of the city to here, so strong that he didn't even notice that he had actually deviated from his direction.

The blood dripping from the edge of the mask could be wiped away by the arm cuffs, and the blood oozing from the countless wounds on his body slowly dried up, revealing the flesh and bones of Senbai, and the soul-chasing arrow that passed through his chest was still inserted in his body, he did not pull it out, and he did not dare to pull it out, because although he avoided the heart vein, he was still pierced through the lobe of the lung, and without the timely healing of God, this wound was enough to kill him.

Before the morning came, the morning breeze arose, stirring the clothes that were drying under the eaves of the house, blowing the great banner that was towering into the sky in the distance of the street, and tightening the bandage that was temporarily made from the rags on his waist, his body bowed into a prawn, and continued to run forward.

I don't know how long he ran, Mu Yang suddenly heard the sound of running water, he realized that he seemed to be running in the wrong direction, there are many rivers in Kaiyang City, but there is not a single stream near Fugui Villa, the instinct left by the Xinghe training made Mu Yang realize that he must do his best to wash the blood and smell on his body, and escaping by water has always been the best way for the killer to get rid of tracking.

Muyang didn't know how wide the river was, he didn't know how deep the water was, but he still chased after the sound.

The sound of the water was getting closer and closer, and the faint starlight shone on the water, and the scales shimmered.

This is a small river only twenty or thirty meters wide, on the opposite side of the river is a bamboo forest, when he got close to Muyang, he felt that the river was far shallower than it sounded, he cultivated his star soul and soul, and he could use more than a dozen kinds of water soul techniques, and he only needed one thought to wash the wound to let the stream rise into the air and pour it on his head, but at this time he couldn't even use the simplest water arrow, so he could only plunge into the river.

The river was cold and biting, and Mu Yang fell into the water and fainted to death in the river.

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Not long after Muyang fell into a coma, an old scholar with a cane and a scroll in his hand walked out of the bamboo forest, he staggered across the single-plank bridge over the river, came to Muyang's side, and stared at the young man in the water for a long time.

The sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground awoke the old scholar from his silence, and he turned and walked back to the bamboo forest along the single-plank bridge, and soon returned, followed by two young men carrying stretchers.

The young man put Muyang on a stretcher, and they did not go to the bridge with the old scholar, but directly crossed the river and entered the bamboo forest.

In a wooden house in the bamboo forest, Muyang was placed on the bed, the old scholar waved his hand, and the two teenagers walked out.

Closing the door, the old scholar took out a box from under the bed, opened it, took out a few small knives and scissors, an embroidery needle, and a black ball of thread, tore Muyang's clothes, and began to treat his wounds.

The sound of horses' hooves outside the bamboo forest is getting closer and closer, and there is a faint sound of dogs barking, the old scholar's expression remains unchanged, and he is still unhurriedly stitching up the wounds on Muyang's body.

Soon, the old scholar saw the demon head pattern on Mu Yang's chest, and the whole person froze on the spot.

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When Muyang woke up, there was a moving and pleasant piano sound in his ears.

It was a completely strange house made of bamboo and hardwood, and the furnishings were simple, like the bedroom of the poorest people, and under him was a wooden bed, and he did not know that the steel baby had also been lying on this bed a few months earlier, and had heard the same sound.

The wounds on his body have been carefully bandaged, and from the perspective of technique, he is obviously a master of medicine.

Muyang struggled to sit up, but found that his limbs were weak, and he couldn't even move his arms.

"You're too weak, you're bleeding too much, you're so badly wounded, you'll have to lie down for at least ten days before you get out of bed. ”

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and an old scholar with white beard, an old age spotted face, and a kind face walked in from outside holding a guqin.

"You saved me?"

Muyang opened his mouth, fortunately he could still make a sound, although it was hoarse and a little vague.

"There's nothing wrong with that. The old scholar sat down next to the bed, "The most important thing is that you saved yourself by surviving." ”

"Thank you. ”

Mu Yang squeezed out a smile gratefully.

The old scholar smiled faintly and said with emotion: "I have never seen a person who has been injured so seriously and survived, you are really amazing." ”

Mu Yang didn't know how to answer, so he had to ask the doubts he wanted to know the most.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"It didn't take long, just five days and five nights. ”

"Huh?"

Mu Yang opened his mouth in surprise, "Five days?"