novelsmap Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Mu Fan woke up from the cold.
There is darkness in the field of vision without focus.
The meridians are empty, and the spiritual power is completely suppressed by the disordered magnetic field in the forbidden area, and even the spiritual consciousness cannot be detected.
Mu Fan suddenly stretched out his hand to feel for it, but there were only cold stones and some kind of metal wreckage.The seriously injured Lu Mengji disappeared.
Mu Fan's heart tightened, but suddenly he held his breath and fell silent.Almost across the wall, footsteps could be heard.
"The priest said that he is nearby."
"There was so much commotion in the morning, and no one has been caught yet?!"
"It's not the one that the priest wants. Have you heard that if anyone can catch someone, he will be the number one warrior of the clan, ranking above Lord Mo Yu!"
"You have to catch them with your life—how many people died this time? 26!"
"Don't forget, this is the forbidden area. Even if he is the Nascent Soul Golden Core, he is no match for an adult orc."
As the footsteps faded away, Mu Fan bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to regain consciousness, and quietly groped in the dark.However, Lu Mengji did not leave any mark.
In the morning, offering sacrifices and arresting people.
When the incident happened, the other two teams of Yuxu's disciples, including Bruce, were still some distance away from the forbidden area. The "big movement" mentioned by this group of orcs was probably Lu Mengji.
He needs to know the whereabouts of Lu Mengji.
Mu Fan took a deep breath, slightly flexed and stretched his fingers that were stiff due to the cold.Some outlines gradually appeared in the line of sight that adapted to the light, like the wreckage of a building, completely different from before the coma.The soil under his body was completely frozen, and the remaining blood stains could still be discerned.
In the Forbidden Zone, where the golden immortals of Daluo are no different from ordinary people, even the slightest injury could be fatal.He couldn't imagine how Lu Mengji led people away.
Mu Fan held the slightly trembling fingertips, and when he unfolded them, he had recovered his calm.
His condition is not good, there is no spiritual power to suppress him, and the old wound of Sui Dan is tumbling in his meridians.However, compared with when he was controlled by Qing Jue 600 years ago, it is very different.The Glazed Light Sword was in his hand, and there was a small silver gun in the hidden button on his waist.
And he knew that if he didn't leave now, there would only be more and more orcs gathering here.
Mu Fan opened the hidden button, but there was a sudden pause.He clearly remembered that there were three concealed buckles, and two of them had already been undone at this time. Before going up the mountain, Lu Mengji handed him a brand new pistol, but it was already loaded at this time, as long as the manual safety was turned on, he could shoot.
Six bullets, one round is a lot.
When Lu Mengji left, he had already made complete preparations for him.
Mu Fan's fingertips rubbed lightly on the barrel of the gun, and after a short rest, he walked towards the exit step by step.
In the Forbidden Zone, the storm was raging, and the cold was piercing to the bone.Even if he lost his spiritual perception, due to the instinct of a cultivator, Mu Fan can still detect the pervasive high-intensity radiation.It was like a pair of knives sharpening the nerve endings.
Sarcomatous stags and unusually large hares are all grotesque products of this knife.
The building was huge, dead silent after the orcs who had previously patrolled had left.The sound of Mu Fan's footsteps was extremely light, and a tiny echo could still be heard in the empty and cramped corner.
So when the rustling sound came from behind, Mu Fan's nerves tensed up.He turned his head quickly, the Glazed Light Sword was ready to go, but in the dim light of his field of vision, he could only see the empty road to come.
He lowered his head subconsciously, and saw a lizard emerging from the ruins.
The reddish-brown body is only the size of a palm, and its eyes have inorganic sharpness.When it crawled past Mu Fan, it tilted its head and glanced at him. Its tail was covered with dust and mud, and it disappeared in the next second.
Its variation is obviously in speed.
Mu Fan didn't study any further, and continued to grope for the exit.Whether it was a coincidence or not, he went back and forth and encountered the lizard several times.It seems to be rummaging for food, and each time it appears, there will be more dirt attached to the mucus on the tail.
Ten minutes later, the light in the ruins finally changed.
A faint light came out from a narrow exit. Mu Fan listened silently for a long time, and after confirming that there was no one around, he was about to take a step out, but there was a rustle behind him, and it was the lizard that rushed out first.
Come to think of it, I was regarded as a pathfinder.
Mu Fan shook his head, but his expression changed suddenly in the next second.
The reddish-brown lizard did not jump out as expected, but was stuck on a net that appeared out of thin air. The two cold eyes kept shrinking, and they looked at Mu Fan in horror and pleading.
This net is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it seems that some liquid has been applied to completely seal the exit.The lizard's two paws had changed from snow white to deep purple in just a few breaths - Mu Fan could already imagine what it would be like if he was the one walking in front just now.
With a few false strokes of the Glazed Light Sword, all the tough mesh fell off.
But when the tip of the sword was pulled to one place, a crisp bell sounded suddenly.
Mu Fan made a decisive decision, instead of walking back to the ruins and waiting to catch the turtle in the urn, he didn't know to take advantage of it to leave.His wrist holding the Glazed Sword tightened slightly, and the escaped lizard jumped out hastily—then was scooped up by a thin arm and dunked into the bucket.
The owner of that hand raised his head, just in time to meet Mu Fan's eyes.
There was a gray sky outside the ruins, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and this was a young orc.
He smiled at Mu Fan: "Brother, why haven't I seen you before. I caught this lizard, but you look good. Nuo, I'll share some with you when I roast it."
Mu Fan took a few glances at him, put down the Glazed Light Sword, and said hello in a low voice.
The little orc was about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed very plainly, with a bucket in one hand and a bandage hanging around his neck in the other.The lizard in the bucket was pulling out angrily, but couldn't get out for some reason, and could only look at Mu Fan with two small eyes angrily.
For a moment, Mu Fan even thought it could understand the conversation just now.
Mu Fan didn't look at it any more, and when he retracted his gaze, it flickered past the orc boy's arm.
Looking at the animal pattern, this is obviously a young man of the Moshan tribe, but the animal pattern representing aptitude is light in color.
After walking out of the ruins, Mu Fan finally figured out the approximate location.The ruins where he had just hid were a remote watchtower next to the fortress.There are six or seven stone towers like this. Most of the orcs who came to "digging gold" focused on the wreckage of the fortress. In addition, Lu Mengji concealed it properly, so after a few rough searches, they stopped paying attention.
He walked behind the young man unhurriedly. Under the gloomy sky, the distance was too far, and without the blessing of cultivation, no one could clearly see that he was the prey the Moshan tribe was looking for.
The paths the boy chose were all extremely remote.
"I just moved to the forbidden area, and there are not enough houses in the clan." The orc boy didn't care about Mu Fan's silence. I."
"The lizard is delicious when roasted, but it's not too bad when boiled, so it's hard to bite."
Seeing that the lizard in the bucket was about to tear its eyes and jumped up to bite people desperately, Mu Fan suddenly said, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"It's hurt. Dad said it will take two months to heal." The boy shrugged and said, "I can only hunt these little things, otherwise Dad and I won't be able to eat them."
"Where's your father?"
"died."
"Feel sorry."
The two walked one after the other until they reached the boy's wooden house.Just like what he said, this place is remote in the entire Moshan tribe.The lizard was tied up with a thin thread by the young man, lying on the chopping board immobile, his eyes rolled occasionally when he saw Mu Fan at first, but he gave up later, like a quiet salted fish.
Mu Fan chatted with him for a few more words until the boy poured tea.
The tea is clear and fragrant, and the steaming heat carries the simple aroma of wheat.
Mu Fan turned the teacup around and put it on the table.
"Aren't you going to drink?" the boy wondered.
"No." Mu Fan smiled, almost dazzled his eyes: "After all, I was poisoned. But thank you for bringing me out."