I actually want to ask, what does Sister Deer want to say in the latter part?
Is it still the identity of Siyan, or some other hidden circumstances, or something else of great importance that urges me to save her?
But in fact, do I really need Sister Deer to say something more to make me give my all?
"There is no need for any reason, I will definitely give my all to ensure that Siyan does not encounter any trouble. Are there still several elders and a lama in the Shuangqing Hall?"
The first half of my words was a promise, which finally made Sister Deer slightly happy. The second half of my words made her look much more nervous.
"I don't know, but there should be two lamas involved in the massacre," Sister Lu replied, her teeth clamped tightly together.
She doesn't know that I have already dealt with one of the lamas.
After a moment of thought, I said, "I'll go to the Shuangqing Hall first to have a look. If the elders are damaged or killed by more disciples in the hands of the lamas, it would be a great disaster for the Siheyuan. Then I will immediately go down the mountain. I have contact with Old Gong, who can catch up with me. Sister Lu, you can also rest assured that since Master Brother has gone, he must be able to control the situation."
I am not shirking responsibility or wasting time.
As long as there is Heavenly Serpent, he is already pursuing them. I can only follow them to find them.
And if the elders in Siheyuan are at a disadvantage, the trouble will indeed be big.
Recalling how the lama had been about to strike my head earlier and how I had timely intervened, what terrifying things might have happened if the elders had not managed to stop a single lama?
In a moment, I was racing towards the Shuangqing Hall at full speed.
During this time, thunder roared and occasionally lightning struck down!
Upon arriving at the location, the scene I saw was particularly eerie and terrifying.
On the ground, there was a corpse. From its appearance, it was impossible to tell that it was a lama.
His arms became extremely twisted and thick, and his legs were the same. His muscles were covered with protruding blue veins, and his head was covered with bumps, similar to a Buddha's head.
A dozen copper swords were inserted into his body, turning him into a porcupine.
Under the attack of the thunderbolts, his originally dark skin became even more charred and carbonized.
Around, there were at least ten dead disciples. I saw three elders, four elders, and three other elders who supported each other and constantly panted.
One of the three elders had an arm hanging loosely, indicating it was likely broken.
From a glance, this lama should have just been dealt with.
At this moment, several disciples hurriedly carried another lama's corpse into the range of the Shuangqing Hall.
The elders' gaze had originally been on me, but it quickly shifted to the lama's body, leaving them utterly shocked.
"Young Master... Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Sixth Elder, Eighth Elder, Ninth Elder..." As the disciples quickly approached and put down the corpse, they slightly bowed and greeted each other.
"There were a total of six lamas who escaped from the Sinqi Hall, two of whom were slain by the eldest brother in the Miaoxian Hall, two who kidnapped female disciples, and two who rampaged in the mountains. One here, Young Master Brother, and the disciples who accompanied you. The one you are carrying is another?" The third elder's eyes showed a hint of disbelief.
This is actually quite coincidental. It's mainly because I didn't stay long in the Miaoxian Hall, so it just happened that the disciples I sent to the Shuangqing Hall appeared in front of these elders just before me.
"It's another one. Please Third Elder temporarily handle the situation and count the casualties, treat the wounded disciples, and make sure that the mountain gate is still safe. I need to go after Master Brother, rescue the abducted female disciple, and Siyan!" My tone was heavy, and my words were firm.
The looks of the other elders were even more shocked.
Fourth Elder suddenly spoke up, saying, "Little nephew, you shouldn't pursue it anymore. Since Master Brother has gone, if he can catch up, he will. If he can't, your going is meaningless. Moreover, if you were to lose your life in the hands of the remaining two lamas, it would be a loss that Siheyuan cannot bear. Today, there have been too many disciples killed or injured! You are very important!"
"Killing that lama might be because of your strong enough strength, but looking at his corpse, he didn't show any unusual changes. It is likely that when he fought you, he wasn't taking things seriously. This lama is stronger than you by several times during the day. You can't take such risks."
To be honest, what Fourth Elder said was very direct and reasonable.
I paused for two seconds before saying, "Fourth Elder, please forgive me. The manifestation of the divine knows how to avoid danger, but I must save Siyan. More people mean more strength. I am not very familiar with Siheyuan, and I can't do much in terms of treating the wounded disciples."
"Your disciple..." Fourth Elder immediately became agitated.
Without hesitation, I turned around and dashed straight towards the direction of the mountain foot.
I was running at full force, almost expending all my strength. Once outside the mountain gate, I ran even faster on the mountain path, sometimes using the trunks of trees for momentum, pushing off and soaring down, then gaining force again as I began to slow down.
I wasn't blindly chasing after her. I also broke my index finger and smeared blood on Lao Gong's night pot. In some way, there was a faint sense of connection.
Siheyuan is too big and too high. In fact, not much time has passed, and He You Tian is leading me at most less than an hour.
My lower legs were cramping and aching, and maintaining this rapid pace quickly exhausted me.
The faint sense of connection made me realize that I still have a long way to go with Lao Gong.
In desperation, I slowed down slightly and panted heavily.
I took out my phone, took a brief break, and called my dad.
I wanted to explain the situation in Siheyuan to him, so that he could be more careful, and I wanted to ask about those lamas.
The phone call quickly went through, and my father's tone was very weary, not from drowsiness, but from the exhaustion of not sleeping.
After I summarized the situation succinctly, my father's tone took on a chilling edge: "Using the bones of monks to make exsanguination objects to summon things, their strength will far exceed your understanding. The deaths and injuries of your disciples are normal, as are the injuries of the elders... Siheyuan's overall strength is still strong. These monks cannot even be called human... You must retrieve those female disciples. Although black city temple often uses girls under the age of sixteen to make magical items, the female disciples of Siheyuan are, to a certain extent, cleaner than those on the plateau..."
"What kind of magical items do they make?"
I had some speculations, and also confirmed that exsanguination objects not only came from corpses but also from people. But when it comes to humans facing problems, their instincts and curiosity usually take precedence.
"The most terrible kind of magical item you cannot bear, one that will make women suffer like they are living in Hell. Their souls and bodies will be completely eroded and drained. I, as a manifestation of the divine, am not withholding this information from you. You must pursue them and not let them return to Black City Temple. They have no backup, otherwise, they would not have risked their lives to escape at the cost of one death. Their status in Black City Temple is high, and as long as they can live, they will definitely not choose death." My father spoke again with certainty.
I had some guesses... Is it because saying it might affect my current state?
But this is enough to hang a huge stone in my heart, making my breathing feel heavy.
