I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

"I can give you what you want. If you want to see her, I'll let you see her."

The old voice echoed in my ears, carrying a subtle hint of temptation.

"As long as you let me out, I can give you more, even if it means letting her stand in front of you again, how about that?"

Xie Chenzhou remained silent.

He looked into the calm well.

The water surface was like a mirror, reflecting the girl's face clearly.

Red lips, white teeth, bright eyes and a charming look.

Xie Chenzhou couldn't help but take a step forward and reached out to grab the person in the water.

Suddenly, someone pulled him hard from behind.

He staggered and turned around with the force.

Look up and stay still.

The mist gathered on the face of the person in front of him for a moment, then slowly dissipated.

She is no different from the girl in the well.

She stood in front of him in a charming manner, carrying a small wicker basket on her back, and with a few fresh flowers pinned in her hair, she looked delicate and bright.

But not even one ten-thousandth of her.

However, her brows were filled with worry, as if she was worried about something.

An illusion that is so real that it is impossible to distinguish.

Xie Chenzhou thought.

He knew he should beat her up, but he hesitated.

——Even if it was an illusion, he wanted her to stay a little longer.

What a strange person.

Sang thought.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could somehow feel his emotions, and couldn't help but carefully test him:

"You don't want to jump into the well and commit suicide, do you?"

Xie Chenzhou shook his head slowly.

Sang Nian patted his chest:

"That's good. I was just startled by you."

She felt a little embarrassed again and found a topic casually:

"What are you doing here?"

Xie Chenzhou said: "Looking for someone."

Sang Nian asked him, "Have you found it?"

Xie Chenzhou still shook his head slowly.

Sang Nian was suspicious.

This is a desolate mountain area, and ordinary people can't get in easily. Who can he find?

Could it be that the person we are looking for is not a living person?

Could it be——

Does he really have friends or relatives buried here?

Sang Nian couldn't help but nodded slightly, secretly praising

Good, good vision.

This is a perfect place to bury someone. A perfect place.

She immediately hit it off with this person and couldn't help wanting to get to know him better:

"I am a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect. What about you? Which sect are you from?"

Xie Chenzhou curled his lips:

"I was once a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect."

Sang Nian was puzzled: "Ever? Have you left Xiaoyao Sect?"

This seems to be a difficult question to answer.

The person on the other side fell silent.

Sang Nian felt that he was indeed a bit presumptuous, and was about to laugh it off and change the subject, when he suddenly raised his hand.

"boom--!"

The ancient well collapsed and the fallen rocks blocked the well mouth tightly.

The whispers in my ears suddenly stopped, and soon the illusion before my eyes would also disappear.

Xie Chenzhou wanted to touch her face, but when he reached out halfway, he caught a glimpse of her frightened expression, paused, and put his hand down dejectedly.

His head ached slightly, and he didn't want to see her disappear with his own eyes, so he took a step back and whispered:

"Goodbye."

After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and left.

Only Sang Nian was left beside the ruins.

After a few seconds of silence, Sang Nian's face was full of disbelief.

No, you blew up someone's well and then ran away???

If Ling Xiao Zong knew about this, wouldn’t she have to bear the blame???

Damn it, this guy not only has no morals but also no sense of responsibility!

Sang Nian cursed and turned and ran away.

She had not run a few steps far when a sword with a cold glow was placed at her neck.

She didn't dare to move for a moment.

The man's voice was colder than the sword:

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

What you fear will come true. The disciples from Lingxiao Sect who are patrolling the mountains have come to find you.

Sang Nian swallowed his saliva, carefully pushed the sword away, and explained:

"I'm here to collect herbs."

Collecting herbs?

The man glanced at her backpack:

"Why would you come to the Dragon Locking Well to collect herbs?"

"Lock Dragon Well?" Sang Nian thought to himself, so this well is called Lock Dragon Well.

She replied half-truthfully:

"I accidentally got lost and ended up here."

Then he hastily added:

"Let me make it clear that I didn't collapse the well."

The man hesitated for a moment, saw the badge of Shen Mingchao on her waist, was stunned, and put away his sword.

"Are you a disciple of Xiaoyao?"

Sang Nian nodded hurriedly.

The person walked up to her and turned out to be a thin woman.

Her temperament is as cool and pure as an angel.

She nodded to Sang Nian:

"Go away, I'll pretend I never saw you."

Sang Nian asked hurriedly, "Will Ling Xiao Sect hold you accountable for your poor patrol?"

"I am not a disciple of Lingxiao Sect." She said, "I am just a casual cultivator, without any sect or school."

Sang Nian nodded repeatedly:

"That's good. You should leave as well. Don't let this get you involved in this matter later."

The man said, "I'll leave after I finish collecting the herbs."

Collecting herbs?

Sang Nian sniffed and found that the other person seemed to be injured, with a faint smell of blood on his body.

She suddenly realized: "No wonder you smell wrong, how did you get hurt?"

She put it succinctly:

“Dragon energy.”

Sang Nian: "Is that so."

The man didn't want to say anything more and walked away.

Sang Nian chased after him carrying a small backpack:

"What kind of herbs do you want to pick? I looked up the complete list of Penglai spiritual plants before coming here, maybe I know some."

She said calmly, "I don't know."

Sang Nian: “?”

Since you are here to collect herbs, but you don’t know what to collect?

really weird.

"So what disease do you want to cure?" Sang Nian asked, "I can help you find the right medicine, so you don't have to go to the wrong place and make a wasted trip."

The man was silent and said:

"do not know."

Sang Nian: “???”

"Then you must know the symptoms, right?" she said, "For example, whether you have a cough, a fever, or whether your Qi and blood are flowing backwards, etc."

The man thought for a while and said:

"I only know that his old illness flared up. He coughed frequently, his qi and blood were weak, and his face looked pale as paper."

Sang Nian pondered:

"It sounds like internal injuries."

She thought of something and said excitedly:

"There is a spiritual plant called Frost Condensation Flower on the top of the mountain. It is a holy product for treating internal injuries. It will definitely be able to cure him!"

Hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to her:

"Thank you."

Sang Nian said, "You're welcome. I also need frost-condensed flowers for medicine. How about we go and look for them together?"

The man said, "Okay."

Sang Nian walked up to her, pulled the straps of the backpack, and asked casually with an impulse to jump up:

"Who is the injured person? Why do you feel like you two are not very familiar with each other?"

They are not very familiar with each other, but they are willing to come here for each other.

This relationship is really confusing.

The man remained indifferent:

"It's my senior brother."

Sang Nian saw that she didn't want to communicate with others, so he shut his mouth awkwardly.

After a while, we reached the top of the mountain.

The temperature here is completely different from that at the foot of the mountain. It is extremely low and chilly.

There are still snowflakes floating in the air.

Sang Nian rubbed his arms and shivered from the cold.

On the island in the middle of the lake ahead, several ice-blue flowers as big as bowls bloomed in the wind. Their petals were crystal clear with faint traces of frost.

"That's it." Sang Nian said, "But we have to use ice magic to pick it, otherwise it will wither in the blink of an eye."

The woman tiptoed and landed lightly on the island in the middle of the lake.

A faint blue light appeared on her palm, and she gently plucked two frost flowers.

The flowers have left the branches, but they remain fresh and beautiful.

She flew back to the shore and handed one of the flowers to Sang Nian:

"Thank you for leading the way, fellow Taoist."

Sang Nian took it carefully, put it neatly into the small backpack, and said with a smile:

"You're welcome, everyone gets what they want."

The man nodded to her:

"It's done. Goodbye."

After saying this, she flew away on her sword.

Sang Nian shrugged and hurried briskly to the next herb-picking spot.

Unfortunately, there is no Ye Tanyou who can cure her eyes.

"I can only wait until later to go east to collect them."

She sighed:

"We must finish this battle successfully."

The night is dark.

The people in the meeting room finally dispersed.

Shen Mingchao rubbed his aching forehead and quickly returned to his residence.

White bougainvillea is in full bloom, cascading down from the wall of the courtyard like a waterfall.

He turned his feet and gently pushed open the door of the west wing.

The light was dim and the girl was lying on the table with her head resting in her arms, seeming to be asleep.

There was also a backpack at his feet, with all kinds of spiritual plants neatly stacked in the basket, emitting a faint bright light.

He looked for a while, then walked into the house with very light steps.

Sang Nian was unaware.

He hesitated, then reached out to her face.

He sniffed.