Quick travel life mentor system

Chapter 123 Modern Cultivation (Ⅸ)

Zhusang finally found Nancang Mountain.

There are really countless treasures on the mountain. Zhusang wishes he could just remove the whole mountain. But for now, he can only put this matter aside. Finding Mu Citron and finding out his identity are more important.

After walking up the mountain for about half an hour, Zhu Sang found a cave covered by vines. There was an enchantment at the entrance of the cave. Zhu Sang couldn't see what the enchantment was. Even if she knew it, she couldn't break it. He just pulled out the knife and slashed down with the lightning.

With a loud "boom", the dust flew up in an instant, but not long after, a rancid smell mixed with blood rushed out. Zhu Sang was a little physiologically nauseated by the smell, and he supported the stone wall next to him to dry. I vomited a few times.

"I'll go, why is this the same as killing people and throwing away corpses... System, are there any gas masks for sale?"

"some."

Putting on the mask of Bamboo Sang made it feel better. The further you walked in, the more frightening you became. The stone walls were covered with oxidized black blood, mixed with some animal claw marks and human palm prints. It was not difficult to imagine. What a fierce fight it was.

And based on these traces, it should be inferred that a person had a conflict with a wild beast outside the cave, and then fled into the cave, but unexpectedly, the wild beast rushed in too.

The further you went in, the less bloodstained it was, but the smell became stronger, and even the mask couldn't resist it.

At the end, Zhusang supported the wall so that he would not collapse on the ground.

It should be a person, but it is completely out of shape.

His limbs were tied with iron chains and connected to the surrounding stone walls. His gray hair was like withered grass, and he had a bald patch on his scalp. He didn't know whether it was burned off or someone pulled off his scalp along with it. His eyes were filled with black holes. , his eyes must have been gouged out, his ears had also been cut off, his clothes had turned into strips of cloth, he was really skin and bones, and it could be seen that there were many scars on his body.

But he was still alive, and even when he heard Zhusang's footsteps, he let out a hoarse and weak cry. When he opened his mouth, Zhusang realized that his tongue had also been cut off.

I don't know what kind of deep hatred can make people torture him to this point.

Zhusang originally thought that she was ruthless just because she could kill people, but now that she looked at it, her ruthlessness was simply not enough.

Zhu Sang didn't have time to think about who he was and why he fell to this point, so he quickly cut off the iron chains on his limbs with a knife, and then fed him a rejuvenation pill, fearing that the effect of the medicine would not be enough, and stuffed him with two herbs Dan, use spiritual power to stimulate the effect of medicine.

After half a quarter of an hour, the man finally fully recovered. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, but his physical injury was healed, but his psychological injury was not as good as he said.

"Senior, do you still remember your name?"

The man didn't speak, Zhu Sang sighed and thought for a while, "You know... do you know Mu Citron?"

Unexpectedly, the man became very excited in an instant, "Mu Citron...Mu Citron!"

From then on, he kept chanting the name, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Was he killed by Citron?Or...he is Mu Citron?

Zhu Sang couldn't guess it, but it's a pity that no matter how good the elixir is, it can only restore physical damage. Zhu Sang is really helpless for psychological trauma.

But Nancang Mountain is not safe, and the bamboo mulberry has broken the barrier at the entrance of the cave. Can't stay.

Although the identity of this person is unknown, he must have something to do with Mu Citron, so Zhu Sang can only take him with him.

He took the person to a nearby stream and let him take a bath. Fortunately, he had not forgotten his life instincts, otherwise it might not be very suitable for Zhusang to give him a bath for a man and a woman alone.

After he had packed up and put on his clothes, Zhusang lit a fire next to him and set up an iron pot to cook a pot of white porridge. This man had been hungry for who knows how long. It seemed that he had some cultivation and was old enough to eat grains. stage, otherwise he would have probably starved to death long ago. He had been hungry for so long, so he could only drink some white porridge to survive.

"I said... do you remember your own name?"

The man shook his head, Zhu Sang sighed, this man was completely stupid, and he didn't want to see death.

"System, is there really nothing you can do?"

"Sorry, host, you can take him to the mortal world to see a psychiatrist."

"Of course I know I can see a psychiatrist, but with his psychological trauma, I'm afraid I'll put him in a mental hospital."

"..."

"Ah! Heaven, earth! Why is my fate so ups and downs! Why!"

Zhusang hugged her head, looked up to the sky and sighed, the man seemed to be taken aback, and even withdrew her hand that had been sneaking into the pot, Zhusang had no choice but to resign herself to serving him a bowl of porridge.

"Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."

It was useless to say anything. The man drank the bowl in two gulps. After finishing the drink, he looked at the pot eagerly. To be honest, this expression of a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s was really a bit uncomfortable. He was a human being, but perhaps after seeing his previous miserable situation, Zhusang was still a little bit sad.

"If you eat another bowl, you won't be able to eat it until night."

"Mmmmmmm!"

After two more bites, Zhusang cleaned up the leftover porridge, saving him from staring at the pot all the time.

The two lived in Nancang Mountain like this. Zhusang pulled weeds and killed wild animals every day. The cave was completely burned by Zhusang. Not to mention the blood, even the smell was blown away by the hot wind.

Zhu Sang tidied up the cave and used it as a temporary residence.

She named the man Nancang because he was found in Nancang Mountain.

At the beginning, Nancang was quite repulsed by the cave, but he didn't want to be outside in the wind and sun, so he could only endure the discomfort and live in the cave.

Thirteen years from summer to cold, Nancang Mountain has been completely evacuated, and all the wild beasts and spirit beasts have been killed, but Nancang still hasn't improved at all, acting and talking like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Seeing that there was nothing of value here, Zhu Sang took Nancang back to Quanmiao School.

In fact, this move is a bit risky. After all, Nan Cang's true identity is still uncertain. It would be great if he is Mu Citron, but what if he is not?He reacted so strongly to Mu Citron's name, maybe there was some deep hatred, and the Hequan Miao School didn't know if there was any festival.

But Zhusang is helpless, the clue is broken, Nancang has not been able to recover, and now he can only go back to Quanmiao faction to try his luck, anyway, it is really impossible, can he still beat those people?If you can't beat it, you can at least run away.

In short, it will not suffer.

(End of this chapter)