HIDDEN EVIL [XIAO SHUXIANG THE SERIES]

HIDDEN EVIL [XIAO SHUXIANG THE SERIES]
148 - Lan Guan Zhi (6)

The Eternal Alliance Conference that had not even reached a full day was already a nightmare for most participants.


They had fought with various types of Demonic Beasts and already felt not strong anymore. Even now, they now only relied on someone from the Thousand Sword Palace to become a protector.


The sky was dark up there and the full moon was shining brightly. There are also thousands of stars that adorn the sky and look so beautiful. It felt really soothing, but it seemed like it could not dispel the unrest in the hearts of the conference attendees.


"Young Master Lan, I'm really sorry." one of the female disciples said softly, "You have to protect us like this and your journey has also been hampered."


"Not a problem,"


That figure called 'Young Master Lan' was none other than Lan Guan Zhi. The young man brought dozens of disciples from various sects with him and most of the disciples were injured to the point that even their path looked somewhat limp.


Lan Guan Zhi walked in front, the sword was in his right hand. The location is now a large rocky field. There were some very large stones on his right side and seemed to act as a wall.


Lan Guan Zhi sometimes jumped on the rock to keep an eye on the surroundings. He then noticed that the very young disciples were helping each other and helping each other. Lan Guan Zhi's gaze then led to a fore-seen forest not far from where they are now.


Lan Guan Zhi saw several Demonic Beasts in the form of wolves and quickly darted to attack him. He only made a few moves and managed to subvert them all. He took great care of the disciples who were currently with him.


Lan Guan Zhi returned to the disciples after finishing his affairs. Just then a beautiful and graceful girl walked over to him despite being slightly limping. It was likely that his legs had sprained when fighting against the Demonic Beast.


"Young Master Lan, forgive me for having to trouble you again. But, can we rest for a while? Some of us were so exhausted that we couldn't go on anymore,"


Lan Guan Zhi watched the disciples who were with him and indeed they needed to rest, but this place was not a suitable location to rest.


"This location is dangerous. Can't rest,"


Another girl came forward and said slowly, but as if she was whining. "Young Master Lan, you are a good person. No problem, right if we take a break? I'm not walking, anymore,"


"..............." Lan Guan Zhi took a breath and expressionlessly nodded slowly. He began to recline his sword and look for a good position on the highest stone.


Lan Guan Zhi sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes. The other participants began to take seats among the visible rocks. Not a few of the students who appear to massage his knees and feet slowly.


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At Mo Huai's place now. The young man had already escaped, but this was also because the fight was over. Mo Huai could not go any further, let alone ask for the help of others-the participants who had fought desperately had already lost their lives.


Meanwhile, the only cultivator who had survived was now about to exhale his last breath. Mo Huai who had been lying down and pretending to be dead was slowly approaching the cultivator.


Mo Huai gasped, this cultivator was also the same as the others. They were all exposed to illusions that could somehow happen.


"..............." The young cultivator realized something was approaching towards him. It was just that, he had trouble moving at the moment. Even to swing the sword he was no longer able to.


"What .... You--"


"Demonics!"


Mo Huai was startled when he got a clash. He immediately raised his hand and wagged it, "I-I'm not a Demonic Beast. I-I'm not--- at all"


Mo Huai was of course panicking. He took a breath and then immediately hit the cultivator's neck quite hard. He made the cultivator unconscious, even to the point of making Mo Huai himself feel impossible due to his actions.


"He .... Haah, thank goodness he's still breathing." Mo Huai felt relieved as he examined the condition of the young man lying before him.


"What's really going on?" Mo Huai looked pale, "This person did not hear my voice and instead shouted at me as a Demonic Beast. Is he really not in trouble?"


Mo Huai thought about it, "Wait .... He has completely white eyes. This person was clearly exposed to illusions. If I'm right, then .... He might see others as Demonic Beasts and even the voice he heard seemed to belong to Demonic Beasts."


Mo Huai snatched the sword of the cultivator and started tearing his clothes. She wears it to cover both eyes.


Mo Huai exhaled and fused the two hands of the foreign cultivator before him. He started taking a pill and then put it in the mouth of the man in front of him.


The milky-white pill was long enough to melt, but the effect did not disappoint at all. It only took a while until the wounds experienced by this foreign man were closed again, even his breathing returned to normal.


Mo Huai did not wait long until the figure began to regain consciousness. It was just that this time Mo Huai kept holding both hands of the man so that the blindfold he had tied was not removed.


"Demonic Beast?!" The man woke up and gasped as his hands were held firmly. He frowned as he sensed that the one holding his hand was a human hand.


"Why is it so dark?!" the male cultivator had only realized his condition now, he remembered meeting an extremely sinister Demonic Beast.


Mo Huai was breathing slowly and attentively patting the back of the young man's hand in front of him. He tried to calm the figure down while giving the understanding that the one holding his hand right now was a human.


"Why don't you talk? Did you close my eyes?"


"..............."


Mo Huai did not reply and instead wrote some characters on the hands of the young man before him. He rewrote the character constantly in order for the figure in front of him to increasingly believe that he was a human even without replying to his words.


"Are you mute?" the male cultivator asked back. This was definitely a hard blow like a figure like Mo Huai.


"If only you weren't crazy when I spoke .... That would be great. But this is all I can do, I can't make a sound." Mo Huai again patted softly the back of the cultivator's hand in front of him.


"..............." The cultivator felt calmed. He caught his breath and was convinced that the figure before him could not speak.


From the touch he felt, the cultivator assumed that the one holding both hands was a female. This was because there could not be a man whose palm could get this smooth.


"Miss, I don't know what reason you're gonna close my eyes with a cloth like this. But thank you for healing me,"


Mo Huai flinched and blinked when called 'Miss'. He desperately wanted to protest and straighten out these misunderstandings, but his condition now did not allow him to speak a word.


"First of all, this person must be treated to remove the illusion that is on him. I need to find someone who is skilled at controlling illusions,"


Mo Huai pulled the man he was holding onto to stand up. He then pulled the stranger to walk away. They had to get out of this forest to find a person who was famous enough to handle illusions.


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