Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 165 You Take Medicine Again (4)
Her gaze was dazed, she suddenly lowered her head and lowered her eyes, she responded with a low voice, then turned and walked downstream along the river bank.

Duanmujing looked at her back with some concern, then sighed lightly, and followed her.

Not long after, they found a blood-stained robe on the shore that was already torn into shape, but it did not belong to Jun Xiuran, which made everyone heave a sigh of relief in disappointment.

Judging from the large bloodstains on the robe, the man should have suffered serious injuries. Looking at the robe, Duanmu Tian recognized at a glance that it was the fourth lady of the scholar's mansion.

Since she was rushed here, and looking at the situation, she seemed to be alive, otherwise, why would her clothes be here, but her people were missing?

Duanmutian's whole body suddenly vibrated, and the little hope in his heart grew stronger.

How could Jun Xiuran die if a weak woman who was seriously injured survived?

At this time, Xiao Shunzi also brought clean clothes and a large number of people rushed here. When he saw the clothes in Duanmu Tian's hands, he was shocked, and then he saw clearly that it seemed to be a woman's dress, which should not belong to the master. Heaved a sigh of relief, before he could speak, Jinxiu rushed over from behind him, pulled Duanmutian and said, "Princess, you are making me laugh! How could you fall into the water from such a high place?" What if something goes wrong?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly opened the package he was carrying, took Duanmu Tian and walked into the woods, saying: "You are all wet now, you should hurry up and let the slave wait for you to change into clean clothes. But don’t catch a cold from the humidity.”

The new group of people quickly followed the river to search for traces of His Highness the Third Highness, and soon found some traces by the river, and then there were no other traces down the river.Almost everyone turned their gazes to the forest by the river.

By this time, everyone already believed that His Highness the Third Highness was definitely not dead, because there were some traces left by the river after the wound was treated, and the dead would not treat the wound.

It's just that since the Third Highness has already woken up, why has it been so long since there is no one?
"Shunzi, go back to Lingyun Temple immediately and see if the master has gone back." The stern man in black suddenly said to the boy beside him.

Xiao Shunzi nodded quickly when he heard the words, and said, "Okay, I'll go back now!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran back to Lingyun Temple. The speed was so fast that he disappeared after a few ups and downs.

He turned his head to look at other people, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Duanmutian stepping into the forest, he couldn't help being startled, and quickly said: "Princess, you..."

"He must be nearby, you arrange people to search separately in the forest!" Duanmutian said, without stopping, and continued to walk deep into the forest.

She followed the traces by the river and entered the woods, but after following for a while, those traces suddenly disappeared again.

Duanmu Tian couldn't help but stop, looked up and carefully checked the surrounding environment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Unknowingly, the hand placed beside her was slowly clenched. At this moment, there was no one around, only her. The calmness on her face began to crack and shattered little by little.

It was as black as ink, as deep as a secluded pool, and there was a black wave suddenly surging in the eyes that were as silent as death, almost obliterating her.

A layer of water mist enveloped the Kuroshio, she frowned, and bit her lip hard with her white teeth, suddenly blood slowly flowed out from between the teeth, staining the front of her chest.

Having been in this world for more than ten years, there has never been a time when he was so flustered as he is now. There is a conflict full of tyranny in his chest, and he wants to vent but has nowhere to vent.

Jun Xiuran, where are you?

He could hear many voices around him, it was from people who were looking for Jun Xiuran.

This piece of forest was dense and boundless, and it was not easy to find someone deep in the jungle, but I really couldn't understand, since he was still alive, why didn't he wait where he was or go back to Lingyun Temple?Where did he go?
A large number of people poured into this forest, but they were immediately engulfed by the vast forest. Until night fell, there was still no result, and even the shadow of the fourth lady of the scholar's mansion was not found.

Duanmu Tian looked around carefully, and she could always find some traces that others couldn't find. At this time, she had already gone deep into the mountain forest.

She is still alone.

But at this moment, in the depths of the mountain forest, a bloody hunt is going on.

Indeed, as the old monk said, the cliff is not very high, and there is deep water below. If you are lucky, there may still be some survivors after the fall. For example, Jun Xiuran, he did not die.

He was just caught in the vortex when he fell into the river, and then he was rushed all the way to the tributary of a hill. On the other hand, he activated his internal force little by little to alleviate the internal injuries caused by the huge impact.

When he was finally able to move, he swam back to the shore. Enduring the severe pain all over his body, he sat on the shore and gave himself a simple bandage. When he looked up and saw the looming temple in the distance, he simply sat on the shore and meditated. Wait for the person looking for him to come.

However, his own people did not wait, but another group of people appeared in front of him first. They were dressed similarly to those who were under the blessing tree in Lingyun Temple before. They waved their knives at each other.

He was seriously injured, and it was obviously not wise to entangle with these people, so he ran directly into the nearby forest, just wanting to shake them off, or to delay the time, someone of his own should come over soon.

However, until now, he was forced to flee, and was pushed further into the depths of the mountain forest by them. He could no longer see the sky when he looked up, and the faint voice of Buddha that he could hear before could no longer be heard. A lot of people were killed, but the pursuit continued, and he even felt that the number of people chasing and killing him hadn't decreased at all.

At this moment, he didn't know that after they passed by, special experts appeared behind them to clean up the mess and cover up the traces, so that hundreds of people searched in the mountains and forests, but so far they haven't been able to find it so deep.

With his back against a towering tree, he stared at the man in black who was approaching in front of him.

The night was deep at this moment, and although the moon was still very round and bright on the [-]th, it was blocked by the overly dense canopy of trees above, and those men in black almost blended into the dark mountain forest.

The injury became more and more serious, every breath brought pain to the body, but he was still breathing hard, a pair of purple eyes flickered in the darkness, like a wounded lone wolf, staring closely at the shadowy figures in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)