The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#424 - The key to breaking the deadlock

Upon hearing this, Lü Ping's eyes first lit up, then he shook his head and said, "I also suspected that blank painting, after all, among these eight paintings, that one is the most special, but there's nothing there, just a blank space. No matter what I do, nothing changes.

"While there, I couldn't even feel the passage of time. It was a terrifying feeling, as if I had reached the end of the world. I couldn't even feel the most basic sense of direction. Even if there really was something hidden there, we wouldn't be able to find it."

"Someone might be able to find it," Lu Jing said.

"Who?" Lü Ping was taken aback.

"Shuhua, or rather, Song Boyan. When I first came here, I met Shuhua, and he looked like he was searching for something."

Also, the first time Lu Jing saw Shuhua, he felt that this guy didn't quite fit in with the surrounding scene. He was a refined scholar, carrying a shovel to rob a tomb; it looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

So Lu Jing had the idea of giving him a change of scenery.

Although Lü Ping felt that Lu Jing's idea was a bit bizarre, as the latter said, the two of them really couldn't find any other better way now, so they could only try anything.

Lü Ping didn't spend too much effort making a decision, and to save time, the two of them directly used their Qinggong to return to the painting where Shuhua was at the fastest speed.

But when Shuhua saw the two of them, he showed no impression of them at all. He was so startled that the lantern in his hand fell to the ground, and then he shouted 'Ghost!' and turned to run.

However, he stumbled and ran less than two steps before he found that the two ghostly figures had already floated to his side.

One was silent, and the other made a terrifying noise. Then, the two ghosts lifted Shuhua up from the left and right and ran in a certain direction.

In the next moment, Shuhua felt as if he was riding on clouds and mist, and the surrounding scenery was rapidly receding.

In a short while, Lu Jing and Lü Ping returned to the entry point of the next painting.

The two looked at each other, increased the strength in their hands, firmly clamped Shuhua in their hands, even causing the latter to feel a trace of pain, and then jumped forward without hesitation.

A moment of trance flashed, and when their vision became clear again, Lu Jing and Lü Ping had arrived from the mass burial ground to the battlefield.

And the most important thing was that Shuhua beside them hadn't been lost, and was still firmly held in their hands.

At this time, Shuhua was staring in horror at the black dots above his head. At first, he thought it was a flock of birds flying by, but when he saw clearly what was flying in the sky, he was completely paralyzed with fear.

Just a short time ago, he thought that the sudden appearance of two figures on the opposite grave was the most terrifying thing in this world, but he didn't expect that in less than half an hour, he had overturned his previous thoughts.

Shuhua's mind was now filled with nothing but capitalized fear.

But this didn't prevent Lu Jing and Lü Ping from packing him up and taking him away. Rather, Shuhua, after being Slime-ified, became even more convenient to carry, completely at their disposal, without any resistance.

Lu Jing snatched two iron knives from a soldier, one for himself and one for Lü Ping, and waved them around. Then, Lu Jing stepped forward two steps, changing from being almost level with Lü Ping to taking the lead, clearing the way in front.

The iron knife was danced into a ball of light and shadow, deflecting most of the arrows that were shot, and a small part was blocked by Lu Jing's body.

As for Lü Ping, he hung behind, guarding against cold arrows flying from other directions. His knife didn't move much, but each time he struck at a critical moment, helping Shuhua escape danger.

Although the two had never practiced before, their cooperation was tacit, making Shuhua's mood like riding a roller coaster, sometimes feeling that he was bound to die this time, and sometimes feeling that he could still be rescued, making the whole person become Schrödinger's.

After running for a while, Lu Jing in front suddenly let out a soft 'huh' because he noticed that the troops on both sides were approaching the direction they were in, and at the same time, the rain of arrows around them became denser.

Even Lü Ping was hit by an arrow on his shoulder. Fortunately, the arrowhead was not poisoned, and Lü Ping noticed it as soon as it entered his flesh, mobilizing his muscles to clamp the arrow in time.

However, Shuhua was still protected by him unscathed. If it was just Lu Jing's simple guess before, then after discovering the change in the army's formation, Lu Jing and Lü Ping both realized that they might have bet right this time.

Because they had never been targeted like this the previous few times they crossed the battlefield. Obviously, their actions of moving with Shuhua made some people afraid.

And the more this is the case, the more they can't give up. Thinking of this, Lü Ping also cheered up and carefully watched the flying arrows around him.

Whenever the corner of his eye glanced over Lu Jing in front, he couldn't help but sincerely admire him.

He didn't expect that Lu Jing's internal strength cultivation was excellent, and his body refining skills could actually be trained to this level. Where did this guy usually get so much time to practice?

Lü Ping was fine if he didn't distract himself, but as soon as he distracted himself, he was hit by another arrow. This arrow hit him in the butt, not much damage, but extremely insulting.

And Lü Ping didn't have time to reach out and pull it out, so he could only continue on his way with this arrow. The next manor lord of the Xiaoyao Villa, but there is no more of the unrestrained Xiaoyao of the past, it looks really a bit embarrassed at the moment.

Fortunately, it is not far from the entry point of the next painting, but before Lu Jing and the three of them arrived there, it had already been surrounded by a large group of soldiers.

Lü Ping was still thinking about countermeasures when he saw Lu Jing's people had already rushed up, not killing people, just using the back of the knife to slap people flying one by one, and by the way, blocking the rain of arrows falling from the sky.