The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

“…Woof.”

Yi Ming, who was dressed as a dog, was familiar with it. He had barked before in the last cycle, and it seemed that he was not so shameless this time.

At least, it's not a loss if the other party calms down.

The little Taoist priest was so obedient that You Mu was speechless.

But... it still makes sense. Although he is not sure about other things, at least the other party said that he had saved the other party, which should not be false.

Watching his former enemy kneeling and barking at his feet was indeed what You Mu liked, and it was something he could not force.

You Mu scratched his chin with his fingertips and teased him for a few times, and suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to take in a stray dog. He arched his eyebrows, stuffed the oil bag at hand into the other party's arms, and ordered: "Heat it up."

After getting the consent, Yi Ming held the oil paper bag and started a fire on the side of the cave.

The mountain wind was strong outside, and even with the fire spell, the flames were limited, so Yi Ming moved the bonfire inside the cave. There were still some unused wood from the previous two days outside the cave, so he used them to form a small circle inside the cave, which was just right as a platform for heating cakes.

You Mu put away the blue flame and landed lightly on the rocking chair near the fire.

The fact that the young Taoist priest was able to return proved that what the other party said was somewhat credible. Although he had never seen the plots and invisible forces that the other party described, he still had some doubts.

He was an evil ghost, and although he had been suppressed for many years, he was not isolated from the world. When he regained his freedom and stayed in Songzhao Mountain to rest his soul, he never thought of going down the mountain, which was a suspicious point for him.

Just as Yi Ming said, those things would interfere with their words, actions and thoughts. Perhaps even he was unconsciously following the direction of the plot?

Have the endings of these characters already been defined by the plot and are constantly driven by it?

As he pondered, his pupils flickered in the light of the fire, and You Mu tilted his head and said:

"As you said, this world has long since changed and has become a playground that serves those players. The plot has made you and I ultimately confront each other, and it seems like an inevitable ending."

These were indeed discouraging words, but they were true and Yi Ming could not refute them.

He faced the fire, his cheeks burning hot, and tried hard to prove something with words:

"No, there must be a way, You Mu, believe me, even though I have been erased so many times, I still remember that there must be a way for us to get rid of these constraints."

The young Taoist's eyes were blazing, but the evil ghost just flicked the hair on the side of his neck and spoke in an extremely cold tone:

"That's you. You and I are both going to die. I don't remember. If I didn't do anything, I could have a peaceful life and settle some grudges. Why would I get involved in this mess with you? Why are you so sure that I would help you, a small Taoist priest who almost died at the hands of a monster?"

These words stung Yi Ming. He moved his lips, but didn't know what words to use to respond and persuade.

As of now, what the other party said is exactly right.

Yi Ming lowered his head and turned the cakes with bamboo chopsticks, mumbling with some frustration and grievance: "...But, you still saved me this time. You can't do this. Last time, I agreed. We can't fight each other. You said you would protect me..."

The other party didn't remember, so he had no confidence and couldn't find a better excuse, so he stammered and said some ambiguous words.

He didn't want to be left behind, didn't want to face the unknown things in the sky alone.

He didn't want to end up in the confrontation with You Mu as planned. He had tried so hard for a long time, and even if he didn't remember, he couldn't just throw it away like that...

"Why should I protect you?" You Mu chuckled when he heard this.

"...You said, I am your dog." The other party also said that when beating a dog, one must also look at the owner. Therefore, in the last cycle, he, as the protagonist, threw himself behind the evil ghost and was protected by the villain.

Those in the Zhengyang Sect who scolded him, and those who deceived and slandered him, had their souls torn apart by evil spirits.

You've been so good to him, how can you just say no to him?

Yi Ming raised his eyes and stared at the evil ghost on the other side of the fire, his expression seemed to condemn the other party's immoral behavior of abandoning it.

"Mine?" Following Yi Ming's words, You Mu raised his eyes and repeated.

"Yeah." Yi Ming's eyelashes trembled. Although it seemed too shameful to admit it voluntarily, he did not lie, so he had to admit it.

"I have never raised such a troublesome creature, but I think that if this dog has any ill intentions, it will be skinned and tortured by its owner." The evil ghost is still an evil ghost after all, with a narrow mind and suspicious, and he warns and threatens in various ways.

At this moment, Yi Ming realized You Mu's intention, it seems that he didn't really want to abandon him, but just wanted to scare him. Suddenly, his mood improved, Yi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that the pastry at hand was heated, he picked up a small piece and squatted beside the evil ghost's legs.

"No, I only listen to you...Master."

"The cakes are ready, want to try some?"

After showing loyalty and doing humble things to please the evil ghost, he was very pleased. He put away his pretending to be serious attitude, lowered his head, and took a bite with the bamboo chopsticks handed to him.

Timely suppression can ensure the loyalty of dogs. Isn't that good?

"Not bad, you haven't tried it?" A mouthful of mellow fragrance, with a hint of milk, is the taste that You Mu likes. Recalling what the little Taoist just said, You Mu turned to ask.

“Well, I was poor before and wanted to eat it, but I had no money to buy it. Later on, I had more money, but I was driven by the elders of the sect to run around to eliminate demons, so I lost the interest in tasting these…” Yi Ming was a little depressed.

He practiced hard, endured humiliation and targeting, and worked his way up from a menial worker to the head of the sect's disciples. It seemed that all his efforts were finally rewarded, but did all this come from his original intention?

Being used like a tool, they gladly and tirelessly accept those ridiculous beliefs that are instilled into their hearts.

When he regained consciousness and thought about it again, that invisible force was no different from those hypocritical people in the Zhengyang Sect. They never treated him as a living person.

Why should he be willing to endure these unnecessary hardships?

"Poor thing, here's a reward for you." After eating a small piece of cake, looking at the little Taoist priest who had a sad face because of the memories, You Mu fiddled with the cakes neatly placed beside the campfire, pinched them with his fingertips, hooked the chin of the person crouching beside him with one hand, and handed the warm cake to Yi Ming's lips.

"I have plenty of silver here, take it all. From now on, you can buy whatever you want to eat."

The cool fingertips fell on his cheek, and the heat from the flames increased instead of decreasing. Yi Ming ate the cake that was within reach, responded in a muffled voice, slowly lowered his head, and fell on the evil ghost's knees.

You Mu let the other party put his weight on him without saying anything. He lifted his wide sleeves slightly and let them fall on the Taoist's hair, stroking it, acting like a master who cherishes his little pet.

The cakes by the campfire had not been eaten yet. They had been left to dry as they were already hot enough. They were roasted a little too long and a faint burnt smell wafted over.

You Mu tapped the back of the other person's head with his finger, reminding the person who was clinging to him and refusing to leave: "If you don't turn it over, the cake will get mushy."

"Go now!"

Roasted by the flames, the evil ghost's body had a little warmth. Yi Ming rested his head on its legs, sniffing the unique, almost imperceptible fragrance emanating from the other's soul, and almost drowned himself in it.

It wasn't until the word 'pastry' was mentioned again that he realized what he had forgotten.

The cakes near the flames could not be saved and were burnt black. Fortunately, not all of them were burnt. Some of them were wrapped in oil paper and had not been heated in time, which became the focus of Yi Ming's attention.

The burnt ones, with some inedible parts removed, all went into Yi Ming's mouth, with a bit of burnt bitterness. The remaining intact ones were the delicacies to be offered as tribute to the evil ghosts.

The night was long, and the fire was dimmed by the charcoal.

Yi Ming is a human being, so he feels cold. Although the cave is sheltered from the wind, the temperature is not high. The flames are always burning, continuously heating up the temperature inside the cave.

Although he was cold for quite a long time in the first half of the night, Yi Ming did not catch a cold because he was kept so warm.

After eating and drinking, he slept on the evil ghost's stone bed as he wished. The cloud blanket was thick and was originally used by the evil ghost for comfort, but now it was occupied by Yi Ming and became his own doghouse.

You Mu was still sitting cross-legged on the couch, constantly using his ghost energy to wear down the stubborn Qingyang nail.

According to the young Taoist priest, after some time, he will be dragged back to the Zhengyang Sect by the plot.

The Qingyang nails on his body were made by the ancestor of the Zhengyang Sect, the Heavenly Master. If he appeared rashly, those people would probably be able to detect his movements.

In fact, it didn't matter to him, as long as they came, he would eat as many as they came. But judging from Yi Ming's tone, if he acted out of character and deviated too much from the established plot, he would be searched and cleared out by the invisible thing.

For the sake of the newly acquired obedient dog, the evil ghost had to hurry to pull out all the nails to prevent the pet from being bullied by other evil dogs.