Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Hearing the familiar voice and smelling the scent of morning dew on Cheng Mo's body, Xia He's tense mind suddenly relaxed, her vision went completely black, and she collapsed into Cheng Mo's arms.

But from the moment Xia He smelled the strange odor to the moment Cheng Mo helped her up, only ten seconds had passed. The bizarre drug had managed to knock out a supernatural person so quickly.

Cheng Mo's eyes flashed sharply as he scanned his left and right.

On the left is the man in the suit, his face showing surprise and uncertainty, one hand in his suit pocket as if he were about to pull something out.

On the right was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, looking at Cheng Mo with a strange expression that mixed surprise, curiosity, and a hint of...laughing and crying.

Cheng Mo quickly checked Xia He's breathing and pulse, confirming that she was only unconscious and temporarily out of danger.

He gently laid Xia He flat on the ground, then suddenly sprang up, charging straight at the blonde beauty like a cannonball—

This woman seemed more dangerous to him than the man who was stealing things; he had to control her first!

"You've got the wrong person! The one on the other side is the one who drugged me!" The blonde beauty was stunned and shouted. It was too late to dodge, so she could only cross her arms in front of her, trying to block Cheng Mo's incredibly swift attack.

boom!

Cheng Mo's fist slammed into her arm, making a dull thud.

The blonde woman let out a muffled groan, her face paled, and a clear sound of bones cracking rang out.

But she reacted very quickly, using the force to retreat rapidly, staggering a few steps before regaining her balance, her arm hanging limply at her sides.

"He ran away!" The blonde beauty, enduring the pain, pointed to her left.

Cheng Mo also heard the hurried footsteps of the man in the suit walking away. He hesitated for a moment, then turned back to look at Xia He, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

The blonde beauty immediately seized the opportunity, leaping back twice to create distance between herself and Cheng Mo. She then turned and sprinted in the direction the man in the suit had fled.

She was significantly faster than the man in the suit; with a few leaps, her figure disappeared into the dimly lit alleyways.

Cheng Mo was worried that it was a diversionary tactic, so he didn't give chase. He walked back to Xia He's side and muttered to himself: "That woman took a punch from me, her arm must be injured. How can she run so fast? She's not an ordinary human trafficker. I wonder which sect she belongs to."

Don't let me find out which ignorant sect taught them, or I'll definitely go and confront them.

Cheng Mo bent down and picked Xia He up, weighed her in his arms, and sighed, "Xia He, I thought you were a good helper, but I didn't expect you to be drugged and knocked out in one go. Your help is too fragile."

At that moment, Wang Zhenqiu, who was frantically chasing after the pursuer through the streets and alleys, was cursing inwardly: "Where the hell did this freak come from! He's got too much strength! Ouch... my arm is really broken..."

He gasped for breath, but his pace quickened. "Once I catch that bastard who drugged me, I'll drag him to that freak and make him pay for his medical bills!"

Seeing the man in the suit turn into an even darker alley, Wang Zhenqiu followed without a second thought.

As soon as I entered, I was greeted by a handful of grayish-white powder!

Wang Zhenqiu reacted extremely quickly, instantly holding his breath, covering his nose, and retreating rapidly.

The next second, seven or eight figures darted out from the shadows in front of and behind the alley, blocking him in the middle.

"Hey beautiful, pretty arrogant, huh? Daring to ruin our plans? Which gang are you from?" The man in the suit had lost his panic. He held a gleaming dagger in his hand and stared at Wang Zhenqiu with a sinister look in his eyes.

Wang Zhenqiu shook his aching arm, but a bright smile appeared on his face: "Hey! This is the first time I've encountered such an arrogant human trafficker. Interesting. Is everyone here? If so, let's get started quickly, I'm in a hurry."

"Stop wasting your breath on her! Kill her!" someone shouted.

Before he could finish speaking, several people around him raised their hands at the same time, and several more handfuls of powder and dust of different colors were thrown at Wang Zhenqiu's head and face. Others rushed up from both sides with short sticks and daggers.

Within the narrow alley, figures darted about, muffled thuds and groans of pain echoed continuously.

The process was brief but intense.

Half a minute later, the alley was littered with people lying haphazardly on the ground.

Some people had charred burn marks on their faces and still had embers on their clothes; some were wailing while clutching their obviously abnormally bent arms and legs; and others were slumped on the ground with unfocused eyes, as if they had suffered some kind of mental shock.

Wang Zhenqiu stood in the middle, slightly out of breath.

He looked quite disheveled, his blond hair was messy, and his once fashionable coat was torn in several places and covered in dust. Most shockingly, his right arm hung limply at his side, completely immobile.

He grinned, and with difficulty, used his uninjured left hand to pull his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Feed? Me, Wang Zhenqiu. There were a few human traffickers in the third alley behind Bageyan Road. I took them all down. You guys come and clean up the mess. Me? I'm fine. I'm leaving now. Don't look for me anytime soon."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his injuries and decided to make a quick getaway.

Recently, people from NaDuTong have been trying to persuade him to join, and he's still haggling over the benefits. If they see him in this pathetic state, they'll probably try to lower his price even further.

He determined the direction and his figure quickly disappeared at the other end of the alley.

……

At the Ping An Hotel reception desk, Cheng Mo handed over his ID card.

"We'll book two rooms, next to each other."

The receptionist was a young woman. She glanced up at Cheng Mo, then at Xia He, who was lying unconscious on his back. Her face was expressionless as she efficiently completed the procedures, handed over two room cards, and didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

Cheng Mo took the room key, carried Xia He to the room, gently placed her on the bed, removed her hat and mask, helped her adjust to a comfortable position, and covered her with the blanket.

After doing all this, he turned around and prepared to leave for another room.

My wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cool, soft hand.

"Little Taoist priest..." Xia He opened her eyes at some point, her gaze still somewhat hazy, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Are you planning to leave me here alone, using me and then abandoning me?"

Cheng Mo: "..."

He turned to look at her: "So, you were awake a while ago?"

Xia He didn't answer, but took off her mask, revealing her pretty face, and winked at him.

Cheng Mo tried to pull his wrist away, but couldn't: "You've been awake for a while, why didn't you walk by yourself earlier?"

"Oh dear..." Xia He suddenly frowned, her other hand supporting her forehead, her voice softening, "My head is still so dizzy... I have no energy..."

As she spoke, her body slumped backward. Because she was still holding Cheng Mo's wrist, this fall caused the unsuspecting Cheng Mo to stumble forward as well, almost falling on top of her.

Cheng Mo braced himself against the edge of the bed with one hand to steady himself, and the two of them were instantly brought very close together.

Just then—

Boom boom boom!

A rapid knocking sounded, and a stern voice came through the door:

"Ward check! Open the door!"

Cheng Mo quickly got up and opened the door.

Two men in hats stood outside the door, their expressions serious. The man in the lead looked sharply at Cheng Mo, then looked over his shoulder into the room.

"We have received reports from the public, please cooperate." The man in the hat said as he showed his identification and stepped into the room.

Xia He was still leaning against the headboard, her cheeks slightly flushed, her hair a little messy, blinking as she looked towards the door.

Another man in a hat quickly scanned the room—an open backpack was casually placed on a chair, and the two sets of sportswear that Cheng Mo had just bought were still in the bag, making it look like a temporary place for the two young people.

"ID card." Uncle Hat reached out to Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo took out his ID from the inside pocket of his tracksuit and handed it over.

Uncle Hat took the hat, examined it carefully, and then looked up at Cheng Mo: "Eighteen years old? Just turned 18. And her?" He gestured with his chin toward Xia He.

Just as Cheng Mo was about to speak, Xia He pulled out her ID card from her small bag and handed it over with a grin: "Here it is, Uncle Hat, I'm eighteen too~"

Uncle Hat took Xia He's ID card, compared it to the photo, looked at her, then at her date of birth, and frowned even more: "What's your relationship? Sharing a room so late at night?"

"Friend," Cheng Mo answered crisply.

"Mmm, friend," Xia He quickly added, winking at Cheng Mo.

Uncle Hat frowned: "The receptionist said she saw you carrying her in, and she was clearly acting strangely. What did you do to her?"

"Uncle Hat, she's just feeling dizzy," Cheng Mo explained, pointing to Xia He's hat and mask on the bedside table. "She probably got a bit of heatstroke while shopping today. She wasn't feeling well on the way back, so I carried her back."

Uncle Hat glanced at Xia He, then turned to stare at Cheng Mo: "Friend? How do you prove it? It's late at night, and she's a young woman; you just brought her into the room like that?"

Cheng Mo pulled another room key from his sportswear pocket: "We booked two rooms, next to each other. I'm staying in room 308 next door. You've seen her ID card too. We're classmates, traveling together."

Uncle Hat asked Xia He, "Girl, is that so?"

Xia He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Uncle Hat, that's right~"

Uncle Hat handed the room key back to Cheng Mo, his tone softening: "Young man, be careful when you're out and about, and also be mindful of your image. Keep your valuables with you and make sure the doors and windows are locked. Alright, nothing else, get some rest."

"Thank you, Uncle Hat, you've worked hard," Cheng Mo said.

The two men in hats nodded, turned around, and went out the door.

A knock came from the hallway: "Room check."