Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

Is it a hundred miles away?

Already dying.

“Does the Nothingness Tree not exist?”

Jiao slowly opened his eyes.

He knew that this might be his last look.

Just like the people who died on the roadside before, I could only watch them helplessly.

Now I am so helpless.

In front of me...

Nowhere

Chapter 4: Nanhua Laoxian and the Three Zhang Jiao Brothers

The mountains are as high as the sky.

Birds circled above it.

A mountain unlike any other before.

The mountains in the land of nowhere before us look like huge raised tables.

Standing here.

It is higher than the sky and so steep that it seems that mortals can never climb it. Immortals probably live there.

Looking from afar at the top of the mountain, none of the mountain tops look tall, upright, or pointed.

Instead, it looks like a chessboard or a table, which is flat when viewed from below.

Above, there is a world different from this earthly world.

As a result, it is impossible to cut down resources, and the mountains are difficult to hunt.

It is rare to find people living here.

There aren't many signs of deforestation.

Different from the image outside this mountain range.

There are trees everywhere between the mountains.

Bobcats gallop.

Mountain birds are singing.

You must know that in this era, with the development of people, within a hundred miles of any mountain range where there are traces of human life, you can no longer expect to see the beautiful natural scenery and numerous trees.

I heard that there are many famous mountains in the Qinling Mountains near the old capital Chang'an, but they have already become completely bald due to the construction of palaces and the living needs of millions of people.

There is no sign of the Land of Nothingness in front of us.

The horns would also think that this is a fairyland.

Wonderland is here.

Support your hungry body.

It's not that they didn't eat food along the way. They picked two fruits from the trees and found two melons in the fields. For a passerby, it can't be considered stealing.

By following the cow, you can also find undecomposed rice and millet, which is perfect for luring fish.

But these intakes are too little for children.

Even on all fours, the horns seemed to be staggering.

"Immortal! Immortal!"

"Please, please save my life!"

[The noise in the mountains woke you up again. ]

[You wake up from a light sleep and look around the valley.]

[A boy kneels on the ground, kowtows repeatedly, his forehead already stained red with blood, his body sways, as if he will fall to the ground and never get up again at any moment.]

[You feel that this child has a special connection with you, and you look towards the boy.]

"Kid, stop crying."

"what!"

Hearing the sound, Jiao raised his head and looked around blankly.

There is absolutely no one.

He immediately opened his eyes wide and realized that someone was talking to him.

He kowtowed immediately and said, "Immortal, are you an immortal?!"

"Immortal, please save me and my mother's life!"

"Please, please, please, immortal! Save my mother!"

"I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll be your disciple, your servant. Please!"

Jiao kept kowtow, kowtow, kowtow.

For a weak child, the only value he can demonstrate is probably to kowtow.

They can only seek help from adults or strong people using their childishness.

But children are often too immature to accomplish anything.

After all, such sincerity is precious, but it is not an important thing for adults.

Otherwise, I would not have been rejected when I visited them several times before.

The horns who knew this also threw out more value.

"I've been to school, I can read, I've read Zhuangzi, I can pound medicine, I've learned some medical skills from my father, I... I can do anything!"

One's own value lies more in the education one has received before.

For ordinary people, these things are indeed rare.

Even the dignitaries don't care much.

But for ordinary people, each of them is a necessary condition to maintain a livelihood and become rich.

Jiao hoped that at least some of the value of what he said could be noticed by the immortal.

"Is that so? None of this seems to be of any use to me."

The immortal denied the conditions of the horn.

There were tears in the corner eyes.

When he ran over here with gritted teeth, Jiao was stubborn and didn't cry.

But now I am crying bitterly.

Having your talents denied may be a trivial matter to you.

After all, I won't lose anything from this.

But if his mother doesn't make a deal with the immortal, she will surely die.

That's what the neighbors say.

This is my only plan.

Now the highest values ​​are denied by the immortals.

It means there is no hope for mom.

A feeling of powerlessness filled Jiao's body.

As a child, Jiao would be more likely to choose to cry and vent his emotions rather than fainting in despair.

"Don't cry."

The immortal seemed a little helpless and said, "I haven't heard a child cry in many years. It sounds so piercing no matter how you listen to it."

It can be seen that the immortal is very dissatisfied with the child's crying.

Maybe you don't have any thoughts about the child itself, but your crying is very painful.

For immortals who are used to quietness, it is impossible not to feel that the sharp sound is noisy.

"Even if you ask me to save you and your mother, you have to explain the situation clearly and let me know what happened."

"Otherwise, how can I save people? Even an immortal can't directly know the development of things."

"Ah?" Jiao stopped crying.

Look at the stone engraved with the words "Land of Nowhere".

The immortal asked himself what happened?

He didn't kick himself away.

Is there any hope for this?

Attitude determines everything.

Compared with the servants of the Four Saints’ disciples, the immortals should be more superior.

But there was no such arrogance in his tone now.

...Are all immortals like this?

Jiao was stunned for a moment.

I just came to my senses.

He mustered up all his strength and said, "My name is Jiao, and my last name is Zhang. If the Immortal doesn't mind, you can call me Zhang Jiao."

"Zhang Jiao?"

The immortal didn't know why, but his tone sounded strange.

But he continued talking.

"You can call me Nanhua. After all, you all seem to call me that now. I used to have many names, Susa, Jianmu, Buzhou, Zhuangzi, but now that it's the time, there's no problem calling me Nanhua."

The immortal thought for a moment and said, "If you want to give me a respectful title, then just call me Nanhua Old Immortal."

"Nanhua Immortal?"

Zhang Jue accepted the name and began to slowly tell the Immortal Nanhua everything he had experienced.

From his mother's difficult childbirth to his own repeated rejections, and finally coming here.

Zhang Jiao had all the rules spelled out.

But sometimes, perhaps because I am too excited, I would stumble and almost drool.

"I see. This matter..."

The old immortal Nanhua paused.

【Listening to Zhang Jiao telling his story, you find this to be quite difficult. 】

[After three days and three nights, if a pregnant woman doesn’t give birth, she would have died.]

[In other words, now Zhang Jiao's mother's life or death may have been determined accurately.]

[If you die, even you can't do anything. 】

[But if he were alive, he would have been out of danger by now, and there is no possibility that he died due to bleeding or other reasons. I am completely useless.]

[If you want to help Zhang Jiao, you can hardly figure out what you should say or do. ]

After some thought.

Seems to have an idea.

"Do you see a small stone in front of you? A very sharp one."