Chapter 1682
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Chapter 1682 Jialan’s Request
Who?
Jia Lan wrapped in a Han robe, was held in that person’s arms. Having been frozen almost stiff, she could only see half of his face.
He seemed to be a young man, and even with just half his face visible, his handsome features were unmistakable. He was dressed impressively, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist inscribed with the characters “Ward Off Evil,” suggesting he was no ordinary person.
Most importantly, how did he know her name?
After leaving Yaochi, she rarely revealed her name in the mortal world. Recently, the only person who knew her name was that old woman who had tricked her into going to Liuqing District.
So that’s it… Had Chen the Flayer sent someone to capture her?
Thinking this, Jia Lan bit her lip and weakly struggled to break free from Lin Qiye’s embrace. But no matter how hard she tried, those arms remained as immovable as bedrock.
Seemingly noticing Jia Lan’s movements, that gentle voice spoke again:
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here to save you.”
For some reason, this voice seemed to possess a certain magic that calmed her unease, and her resisting hands stopped.
“Who injured you like this?” that voice asked again.
“Who… are you?”
“My name is Lin Qiye.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You will in the future.”
“Put me down.”
“Your physical condition is very poor. If I put you down, you’ll die.”
“That’s none of your business. Put me down!”
“Tell me who injured you like this, and I’ll put you down.”
“You… why are you asking this? It won’t help even if you know.”
“How do you know it won’t help if you don’t tell me?”
Seeing Lin Qiye’s stubbornness, Jia Lan felt embarrassed and angry. As she watched the walls of Qingshan County drawing closer, she became so desperate that she opened her mouth wide and bit down on his palm.
“Ah!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Your hand is so hard! You broke one of my teeth!”
“…”
“It’s too late! Put me down quickly! They’re coming!!” Jia Lan endured her toothache while trying to pry open Lin Qiye’s hand, but no matter how hard she tried, it was completely ineffective.
“Who?”
“Those monsters that want to kill me!”
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed, and in his mind appeared the images from the coffin in Fengdu years ago.
If his deduction was correct, what was painted on that coffin depicted Jia Lan’s experiences in this era, the most memorable being those endless, tide-like bizarre creatures.
Due to the limited size of the painting and the difficulty of craftsmanship, the appearances of those monsters were almost indistinguishable, but undoubtedly, they all seemed to be coming for Jia Lan.
“Put me down quickly! I can’t enter the city! Otherwise, they’ll harm the other citizens inside!” Jia Lan became increasingly urgent.
Lin Qiye stopped walking.
“How long do we have?”
“Half an incense stick at most… put me down and leave quickly, you can’t handle them!”
“Half an incense stick… indeed not enough time to go back.”
Lin Qiye glanced at distant Qingshan County, then turned and carried Jia Lan toward the snow and ice. When he reached the top of a hill, he carefully set Jia Lan down. The wintergreen Han robe wrapped around her made her look like a tightly wrapped zongzi, with only her dirty little head exposed, looking at Lin Qiye.
“You… let me out!” Jia Lan tried to break free from the robe, but Lin Qiye had used some method that made it impossible to escape, as if it had become one with her.
Jia Lan rolled around on the ground wrapped in the robe, and just as she was about to roll down the hill, Lin Qiye pulled her back with one hand.
Looking at that dirty, stubborn face, he couldn’t help but smile.
“What are you laughing at!” Jia Lan angrily exclaimed.
“I’m not laughing.” Lin Qiye’s smile grew even brighter.
“You are laughing! Do you know who I am? If you dare do anything to me, you’re dead!”
“Oh? Who are you?”
“I am…” Jia Lan started to say, then realized something and swallowed the second half of her sentence. “You don’t need to know!”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Hearing Lin Qiye’s perfunctory tone, Jia Lan grew even more embarrassed and angry. Just then, a thunderous sound came from the horizon. Lin Qiye’s expression changed slightly as he turned to look at the clouds above.
“Thank you for the clothes and umbrella. Leave quickly! If you don’t go now, it will be too late!” Jia Lan’s face also turned grim as she urged him.
Lin Qiye stared at the clouds overhead without speaking. His hand rested on the broken sword at his waist, his blue robes fluttering in the snowy wind.
“What are you doing?” Jia Lan frowned, seeing Lin Qiye’s stance.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes. With one hand gripping the Kusanagi sword, threads of cause and effect invisibly extended in all directions.
“I want to see who dares to harm you while I’m here.”
Jia Lan stared at that blue-robed figure, frozen in place.
Boom——!!!
A deep humming sound swept out from between the clouds, and endless waves of pink surged madly toward the hill where the two stood!
“Mi-Go?” Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow at the sight of those familiar monsters. “In this era, it shouldn’t be An Qingyu… is it the ‘Key to the Gate’?”
In this era, the K-system gods had not yet descended, and the Mi-Go, as a race that worshipped truth, naturally shouldn’t appear either. However, they possessed the ability to travel freely through space and time, so they must have come from another time to hunt Jia Lan.
An Qingyu’s era was more than two thousand years later, so he shouldn’t be able to send Mi-Go across such a long time. Therefore, these Mi-Go could only have come from the “Key to the Gate.”
“There are more than last time…” Jia Lan’s face turned extremely grim at the sight of the pink figures filling the sky. Her gaze fell on Lin Qiye, as if she was struggling with something.
“Hey! Your name is Lin Qiye?”
“What is it?”
“Can you promise me one thing?”
“Tell me.”
“My days are numbered… I have a medicine gourd in my arms. Take it and four days later, help me deliver it to Mount Kunlun.” Jia Lan dug her feet into the snow and managed to stand up while wrapped in the robe, looking like a green spring roll.
“Medicine gourd?”
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow, temporarily setting down the Kusanagi sword. He walked to Jia Lan and took out a white medicine gourd from her arms.
He turned the gourd over and saw three large characters clearly inscribed on the bottom:
—[Immortality Pill].
“This is something very important, related to the fate of all living beings!” Jia Lan stood staggering in the icy gale, her face as white as paper. “I had hoped to try again, to see if I could survive this wave of pursuit… but with this number, there seems to be no hope.
You held an umbrella for me, gave me clothes, wanted to take me into the city—you’re probably not a bad person. Perhaps your presence here is the only path to survival that fate has given it.
Take the medicine gourd and go quickly! I’ll hold them back for you!”
