Faraway Wanders Chapter 48: A treacherous situation

The female puppet still stretched her legs and feet on the ground. Wen Kexing didn't see the puppet at first so he almost stepped on it and was swept away by the flute on the ground before jumping away. The male puppet had pulled her arm out of the door hole. Turning towards them, Wen Kexing lifted Zhang Chengling and threw him into the hole on the wall then he leaned down to hold Zhou Zishu, and jump in.

The male puppet even chased after him, Wen Kexing turned around and stared at the puppet with caution. Who knew that the doll could only turn two directions, forward or backward. He turned left and right but could not find his  targets and kept going back and forth. The female puppet swung her leg, both puppets fell down, then both puppets started to attack each other until they killed each other.

Wen Kexing was relieved, and whispered to Zhou Zi: "Don't talk." Then he closed his acupuncture points and lowered him on the ground. Watching the blood on his chest, he frowned, and said to Zhang Chengling. : "You little one, go and take a look over there, if there is a ..."

He paused, not knowing how to describe it, then reached out and gestured saying, "It's a foot tall, and looks like a big ball rolling over. When you see it, just rush over and tell me."

Zhang Chengling said "Oh" and asked, "Senior, my master ..."

Wen Kexing seemed unusually impatient and interrupted him with a curt reply "It's okay, he won't die."

Zhang Chengling asked again, "Senior, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know," Wen Kexing sighed, pointing at the blasted wall, "it was the result of that blast."

Zhang Chengling followed his fingers and suddenly felt indifferent. He hadn't thought that the second master who looked very powerful was also chased after which was how he was able to stumbled upon them. He dared not say anything, and ran to the other end nervously to check.

Wen Kexing reached out to untie Zhou Zishu's clothes, and pressed his wrist. Zhou Zishu laughed dumbly: "What are you trying to do taking advantage of a helpless man?"

Wen Kexing opened his hand and poked lightly on his chest, saying quietly: "You talk too much. Just a little more and you would have died."

Zhou Zishu felt that his life was complete. He had just been scolded by Ye Baiyi the old glutton for being a rice bin. Now, he was humiliated by Wen Kexing for being talkative.

Wen Kexing carefully removed his clothes. His eyes flickered unconsciously when he touched the several nails on Zhou Zishu's chest. Zhou Zishu didn't care. He felt that his chest and his back were on fire every time he breathed. Similarly, he knew that the injury was not minor and was afraid that his bone was broken and the lungs were injured, so he held himself back from coughing and even his breathing was kept low to avoid aggravating his injury.

Wen Kexing turned him over and saw the injury on his back at a glance. He couldn't help but take a breath and said coldly, "Just a little more, that thing could have broken your spine, do you know that?"

Zhou Zi's whispered like a gossip: "Don't talk nonsense, if I can interrupt the spine with a dummy, I have no face to live on."

Wen Kexing snorted, put his hand on his back and carefully examined his injury for a long while before sighing "Are you stupid? Don't you know it hurts?"

He didn't know where he pressed his finger on but Zhou Zishu snorted immediately. He didn't say a word for a moment, only half a while later, gritted his teeth and said, "You ... might as well give it a shot, try it for yourself ..."

Wen Kexing became rarely silent so he straightened Zhou Zishu, reached out to his heart, and passed on his inner qi. He didn't dare to force too hard, lest he touch the nail on his chest like Ye Baiyi did last time.

Wen Kexing's practice in his life has always been to kill and hurt people. This was the first time that he has tried to save people with such care. He was like a butcher picking up an embroidery needle. He was almost trembling, and his forehead was sweating.

After half an hour, he put down his hand and released Zhou Zishu and leaned his shoulder against the wall. Zhou Zishu knew that he had limited physical strength so he didn’t waste much, but he closed his eyes and rested his head. There was a little blood at the corner of his mouth which had not been wiped clean. His pale face grew even more shocking.

Wen Kexing looked at him for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but lean down, gently covering his mouth over the other's and licked a little bit of his blood. He seemed to sigh and fondled Zhou Zishu's hair, their breathes very close together. Zhou Zishu opened his eyes, but didn't waste his energy to avoid him. He just whispered: "Taking advantage of me "

Wen Kexing didn't raise his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Talking as if you are a gentleman."

He chuckled and exhaled, as if whispering, Zhou Zishu's couldn't hold back his calm anymore, and he removed his face with a little discomfort, but was pinched by Wen Kexing one his chin "Do you have a conscience? I healed you. Can't you give me a little benefit? "

Zhou Zishu was silent for a long while until he finally said, "I have no intention of selling my body for the time being."

Wen Kexing laughed: "Do you know what happens when you aren't as strong as others?"

Zhou Zishu raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a kind of "people can still be shameless" eyes. He only heard Wen Kexing beside his ear and whisper: "You will be forced."

Zhou Zishu smiled bitterly: "You're too  confident."

Wen Kexing's gaze stared at him for a while, then he let go of him, folded his hands behind his head and stretched his legs steppiny on the other wall. Then he laid down and said proudly: "Just think that you owe me first. "

Zhou Zishu was exhausted, so he stopped talking to him and closed his eyes half-stunned and half-sleeping.

Wen Kexing knew his limits. None of them except Ye Baiyi, understood this inexplicable and mysterious Qimen Jiajia technique. As they walked around, they may encounter something dangerous. Zhang Chengling now was just a little boy who hadn't grown hair. Zhou Zishu was also seriously injured so for now, It was better to stay in one place and take a moment to think about things.

Zhou Zishu's breathing was low, but it was very even, as if he was asleep. Wen Kexing turned his face to look at him, and suddenly remembered what the Southern Shaman said-"If I rid you of your martial power, maybe I can have a fifth chance to keep you alive. "He couldn't help but sit him up straight, put his strength into his palm, and slowly raised his hand, maybe ...

His palm hesitated before he could pressed it on to Zhou Zishu. Suddenly a hand stretched out of the air, and cold fingers caught his wrist. Zhou Zishu had opened his eyes, and both their eyes met in this small space. .

Zhou Zishu's gaze were very calm. There weren't any flunctuations in his tone as he asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Kexing said nothing.

Zhou Zishu sighed suddenly, looked away, and said blankly, "Others might not understand but how is it that you don't understand?"

Wen Kexing slowly lowered his eyes. In a moment, he gently put his palm to one side.

" I understand." He said lowering his arm down suddenly then he pressed his palm firmly on the ground. He tried to persuade himself, repeating once again, "I understand ..."

Zhang Chengling did not know when he fell asleep, nor how long he fell asleep, but he was suddenly awoken by a loud noise not far away. He jumped up, twisted his neck with vigilance, looked around, and then a hand was pressed on his shoulder. Zhang Chengling was stunned and turned back suddenly, only to find that it was his master who had been injured the day before.

Zhou Zishu coughed lowly, held Zhang Chengling and instructed: "Don't move around, just follow."

As soon as Zhang Chengling turned his head, Wen Kexing followed behind. The boy looked at them and asked, "Master, is your injury well?"

Zhou Zishu didn't look back as he said, "am i not human?"

Zhang Chengling ignored Zhou Zishu's angry tone. He went up again and asked, "Master, can you ... can you go by yourself?"

Zhou Zishu took a deep breath. Not only was his body hurting, but his brain was hurting as well. He asked, "What else do you think I'm doing right now?"

Wen Kexing turned his head and laughed while Zhang Chengling scratched his head and said, "Master, I mean ... you were so hurt ..."

Zhou Zishu glanced expressionlessly at him: "Do you think I should be weak in this kind of place? Do you want to carry me?"

Zhang Chengling had to show filial piety, but Wen Kexing immediately said, "I can carry you, I can hold you."

Zhou Zishu turned his head and coughed, bowed his shoulder and pressed his chest injury, before saying briefly: "Don't talk nonsense."

The three of them followed the tunnel carefully and cautiously approached the place where the loud noise came from. Zhou Zishu cautiously put the night pearl into his palm, and everywhere immediately went dark. Wen Kexing stepped forward to hold Zhou Zishu, dragged him to his side, reached out and took Zhou Zishu's white sword. He kept his finger on the blade showing a little smile on his face then the sword trembled as it flew out.

The man at the corner couldn't wait and actually stretched out his finger to deflect his sword tip with a flick. Wen Kexing then changed his moves. The sword was soft in the hands of Zhou Zishu, but in his hands, it was a deadly weapon.

In the darkness, the two exchanged ten moves but after, Zhou Zishu could make out the other's figure through the electric light and frowned for a moment, he suddenly said: "Senior Ye?"

The other person hummed slightly, Zhou Zishu lifted the night pearl again, and saw Ye Baiyi's unusually pale complexion. Wen Kexing then withdrew his sword and hugged his fist with a smile: "Misunderstanding... misunderstanding... purely a misunderstanding. "

He was obviously lying because Zhou Zishu could still guess the other party's identity after hearing his sound, not to mention that Wen Kexing personally fought him in battle. Wen Kexing clearly took advantage of the darkness to do what he had always wanted. He figured that the prejudice he held towards this old senior was still somewhat deep.

Ye Baiyi glanced at Zhou Zishu and frowned, "How come you look like this?"

Zhou Zishu was able to save a little effort leaning sideways against the stone wall. He said instead before the other could speak: "This junior is too useless and is a rice bin."

Ye Baiyi unexpectedly glanced at him, nodded, and said, "You know this already" He looked around and beckoned to the three people: "Let's move"

Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing knew that this old man was capable. They were pleased to let him take the lead. The two followed him while Zhang Chengling  was in the middle. Wen Kexing suddenly stuck out his hand and reached out to embrace Zhou Zishu's waist. He silently pulled one arm over his shoulder.

Zhou Zishu glanced at him and frowned, "I'm not disabled ?"

Wen Kexing sighed: "The old master is here, what are you good at?"

It was strange to say, that they were always in distress every now and then since they came but when they followed Ye Baiyi it was surprisingly smooth. The four did not know how long they walked until they entered a hall-like. Everywhere was calm when they entered. Who knew that after a while, there were countless one-foot-high balls rolling from all directions.

Wen Kexing subconsciously pushed Zhang Chengling behind him, and then picked up Zhou Zi Shu and stepped back three or four feet. This thing made him exhausted. He didn’t know what to do with it. If he touches it, it will explode. This stuff chased him in the tunnel for a long time, and made him feel like he was a big mouse.

Ye Baiyi didn't panic. Seeing those balls coming in like a tide, he suddenly raised his and pushed a force forward. He didn't know what trick he used. Zhang Chengling's eye tipped and saw the slate under his feet break instantly. The first ball that rolled over burst into the air, and then a chain reaction almost occurred. A series of explosions burst out. Ye Baiyi's hands seemed to erect an invisible wall blocking every attack.

Wen Kexing turned his head and looked at Ye Baiyi's back thoughtfully.

Later, he heard Ye Baiyi shout, "Show yourself!"

He reached out a hand and a large slate fell out from the wall of the hall, and a figure walked out of it.

Zhou Zishu and the others followed Ye Baiyi's line of sight and they all froze for a moment.

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