MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 28

Can we hug outside?

Chapter 28 Can we hug outside?

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Shen Yucheng felt a warm caress over his eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes, as if waking from a long dream, his head still a little dizzy.

He seemed to have had a dream, in which he returned to his youth and became the despised drifter, even picking up a little dumpling and hiding it in the attic.

He wondered if he had been discovered after fainting.

Even though they were characters in a dream, they felt so real, like living people.

“Are you awake, Brother Yucheng?”

Shen Yucheng was stunned. The voice strangely overlapped with the “brother” from his dream. He looked up and saw Mo Yifeng looking down at him. At this moment, he could clearly see the other’s eyes, crystal clear, but mixed with some turbidity, like pure white snow gradually being dyed with color.

Although somewhat similar, it was not the little dumpling.

Mo Yifeng thought that Shen Yucheng was still not awake, and pinched his cheek hard: “Brother Yucheng?”

“Hiss—” The cold fingertips touched his face, and Shen Yucheng winced in pain. He immediately held his forehead, feeling that he was indeed tired. How could he compare the little dumpling to this big lump?

He grasped Mo Yifeng’s outstretched hand. As they touched, their two warm palms came together, like their respective hidden secrets, the depths of their hearts that neither wanted the other to discover.

“Where is this?” Shen Yucheng looked around. In the dark environment, he vaguely saw objects in front of him, black shadows merging with the background, making it difficult to distinguish their outlines.

“We were brought to the depths of the cave by the region change.” Mo Yifeng walked to the still black object. Shen Yucheng followed his gaze and saw that the object was a rectangular box, about six feet high, standing quietly on the ground. Mo Yifeng pointed to the inside of the object.

Shen Yucheng’s vision had not yet focused.

“Immortal Doctor.” Yan Quanye appeared from the contract, frowning as he stared at the wooden box.

Shen Yucheng took the opportunity to see clearly. Lying flat in the wooden box was a middle-aged man, dressed in a dark green cloth robe, with short gray hair tied into a braid at the back of his head, which did not look like a doctor’s attire.

“Why is he here?” Shen Yucheng thought. The last time someone lived in Jitan Village was four years ago, and the villagers said that the incense burner was given by Immortal Doctor Liu. At least four years ago, Immortal Doctor Liu was still among the people. But the secret realm was once every ten years. If it was really the Ling Danbo Realm ten years ago, Immortal Doctor Liu had already entered, so how could he appear in Jitan Village?

In any case, it was absurd.

Mo Yifeng was silent for a moment, then put his fingertip to Immortal Doctor Liu’s nose: “…Dead.”

Hearing this, the two men’s faces changed. Shen Yucheng looked back at the Immortal Doctor Liu in the box. This body had plenty of blood, clear skin texture, and no breath of death, let alone how many years had passed since his death. His face darkened: “Yan Quanye, is the Immortal Doctor Liu you saw in the village really this person without a doubt?”

Could it be that Yan Quanye had mistaken him, or perhaps this was just someone with a similar appearance?

“There’s no mistake.” Yan Quanye frowned: “At that time, the village was affected by the cold air and was already at its end. His appearance was the villagers’ hope. I couldn’t have mistaken him.”

Suddenly, pebbles fell from the stone wall in the dark environment, cracking a gap. As the shaking spread, a tunnel formed, and a voice came.

“Brother, where are you?”

Shen Yucheng turned sideways. Sure enough, it was Li Juemu. His clothes were covered with stone chips and his hair was dyed with gray sand. He coughed a few times. When the dust in the air had dissipated slightly, he saw the two of them.

“Brother Mo, Brother Shen!” Li Juemu jumped over lightly. Seeing the two men surrounding a wooden box, he curiously poked his head to take a look. His heart skipped a beat, his movements stiffened, and the smile on his face remained on the surface, his gaze unable to move away from the wooden box.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Yucheng noticed Li Juemu’s abnormality. “Do you know him?”

Li Juemu opened his mouth slightly and then closed it again, hesitant and unsure how to answer.

However, this reaction was tantamount to tacit consent in the eyes of Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng. Mo Yifeng grabbed him and pointed at the wooden box to make him see clearly: “Who is he? Why is he here?”

“…” Li Juemu stammered, with hesitation in his expression.

“He may be the key to our being trapped here now. If you don’t tell us, we may be stuck here forever.”

Yan Quanye watched Shen Yucheng say these threats with an unchanged expression. They had obviously broken in on their own initiative, but now they were talking about themselves as if they were victims. His eyes twitched. How could people be so thick-skinned like them?

Li Juemu’s face turned pale, and the words that came to his lips were finally spoken.

“Liu Mingzhen.”

Li Juemu lowered his head: “He is a member of the Liu branch of the Li family, the younger brother of the Liu clan leader, known in the cultivation world as the Divine Physician Liu Ming.

Divine Physician Liu Ming loved to travel around the world, practicing medicine in various places, and had no interest in family disputes. Therefore, the Li clan’s direct lineage rarely saw him in person.”

Li Juemu: “I only saw him a few times when I was a child.”

Mo Yifeng lightly tapped the edge of the wooden box: “Then how did he appear here?”

Li Juemu’s face was unbearable, and he gritted his teeth and said, “Actually, a few years ago, the Liu family and the Li family officially split. It was said that the Liu family proposed to be promoted to the direct lineage, but the Li clan leader firmly opposed it. The negotiations failed, so they split. However, just a month ago, my father, the Li clan leader, received news that Divine Physician Liu Ming had been missing for five years.”

Shen Yucheng suddenly understood why his face had been so flustered when he heard about Divine Physician Liu’s whereabouts when he returned to Jitan Village.

“I didn’t expect to see Uncle Liu again like this.” Li Juemu closed his eyes.

Although he didn’t know why this person was here, Mo Yifeng still rummaged through Liu Mingzhen’s pockets to see if he could find anything useful.

Seeing this, Shen Yucheng also stepped forward to help.

Mo Yifeng noticed: “Aren’t you afraid?” In any case, normal people would avoid corpses, such as the two people behind them looking at them with monster eyes.

Yan Quanye’s eyebrows furrowed into an eight shape: “What were you two doing before?”

Shen Yucheng’s expression was as usual. In the most difficult times, he had to dig through even the rotting corpses on the roadside, let alone this intact one.

Li Juemu was, after all, a young master from a noble family and couldn’t accept it, so he turned away: “I’ll avoid it for a moment.”

There was a small bulge on the chest of Liu Mingzhen’s upper garment, so hidden that it was difficult to discover, if not for Shen Yucheng feeling the abnormality while groping.

He turned the clothes open, and there was actually a hidden pocket inside. Shen Yucheng pulled it open and saw that inside was a medical book, which recorded elixirs made from herbs and wood.

“What is this?” Mo Yifeng’s hand reached to Liu Mingzhen’s waistband and pulled out a mountain grass, shaped like chives, messy and disorganized.

Shen Yucheng thought of the medical book in his hand and then searched, the last page stopping at the introduction of a spiritual herb, which was the same as what Mo Yifeng was holding in his hand.

This grass is called Flame Soul Grass, a top-grade spiritual grass, grows in icy cold currents or places unsuitable for species to live, and is easy to die if it is even slightly polluted or damaged, extremely rare. The effect is that it can be made into a spiritual pill, and after taking it, it is like fire all over the body, and the spiritual power is greatly increased.

“It should be very clean.” Mo Yifeng stared at the Flame Soul Grass and muttered to himself in a low voice. This grass is easy to die, but after being taken out of the corpse, the surface of the herb is bright in color, obviously in good condition, indicating that Liu Mingzhen’s body is very clean, perhaps someone did it on purpose.

Shen Yucheng understood, but he had a bold idea about the Flame Soul Grass. Although the book did not record the actual effect, if he was not mistaken, it should be able to serve as a substitute for the Lock Void Pill.

What’s more, the Cold Sky Powder on Mo Yifeng’s body was caused by Liu Mingzhen, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he had the antidote on him.

Just as Mo Yifeng was putting away the Flame Soul Grass, the cave suddenly shook violently, more violently than before. However, the ground did not turn into soft earth. “This is not a regional change.” Shen Yucheng stabilized his body and supported the swaying and unbalanced Li Juemu with his left hand.

A crack quickly spread from the wall cave on the stone ground, separating Mo Yifeng from the two men. Pebbles fell from the top of Mo Yifeng’s head, uneven, and several pieces hit his forehead, breaking the skin and causing blood to flow.

In an instant, the ground on which Mo Yifeng stood also split apart. “Come over here!” Shen Yucheng shouted on the other side, a door had appeared behind him at some point.

Mo Yifeng flew over the bottomless crack, but a large stone falling from the ceiling hit the back of his hand again. The herb slipped from Mo Yifeng’s hand, drawing an arc in the air and falling into the bottomless crack.

Seeing this, Shen Yucheng’s heart tightened, thinking of the effect of this Flame Soul Grass. He didn’t hesitate to pounce on the edge of the crack, flicked his wrist, and golden silk quietly slipped out of his sleeve like a spiritual snake, shimmering in the air.

“Shen Yucheng!” Mo Yifeng exclaimed, watching Shen Yucheng’s figure almost collapse on the crack.

Shen Yucheng’s eyes were like torches, and the golden silk in his hand flew in the air, penetrating the void and rubble between the cracks, accurately entangling the falling Flame Soul Grass.

The unstable stones on the edge of the crack slipped one after another under Shen Yucheng’s movements, making heart-pounding impact sounds. Mo Yifeng’s heart tightened suddenly. At this moment in his sight, Shen Yucheng’s figure overlapped with his dream, the boy who desperately saved him, facing many rough men alone despite being covered in blood.

“Come back!” Mo Yifeng stretched out his hand anxiously, trying to grab Shen Yucheng. At this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions, and he felt that unknowingly, the person in front of him could easily affect the emotional fluctuations in his heart.

The golden silk flicked flexibly in Shen Yucheng’s fingertips, finally firmly entangling the Flame Soul Grass. He tugged hard, and the herb was successfully recovered into his hand. Then he quickly retracted his body and landed firmly on the edge of the crack, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

He gripped the herb in his palm tightly, and suddenly a powerful force pulled him into a warm embrace. Behind him came the deafening roar of a boulder falling, and the crack was completely sealed by a huge rock, only an inch away from his back.

If he had been a moment slower, he would have been crushed into a pool of blood.

Shen Yucheng’s heart trembled. Just as he was about to tell Mo Yifeng to let go, he felt the other person’s slight tremor in his embrace. Affected by some kind of emotion, the joy of obtaining the Flame Soul Grass was instantly suppressed, replaced by the relief of surviving.

Unconsciously hugging the person in front of him, his arms clasped tightly, as if confirming each other’s real existence.

At this moment, he could not tell whether this action was out of celebration or out of comfort for Mo Yifeng.

Perhaps both.