Chapter 1660: It's Mo Yunjing

d twice by someone like An Xue Tang and suffered losses both times.At this moment, he naturally wouldn't think that the Northern Frontier Princess before him would be an easy target.After the initial...Feng Ming didn't say a word, and immediately took the letter, opening it to read.

If it weren't for him and An Xue Tang appearing here, this letter would have been sent back to the capital by the fastest means possible.

This inn happened to be one of the secret communication points used by Qingyun Pavilion. He and Ah Tang just happened to stay here, so they were able to intercept this letter right now.

I thought the letter would be full of exciting good news, but after reading it all the way through, Feng Ming's expression seemed even gloomier.

Because Han Yun wrote above that he has lost his big red line again.

This is not good news, although the villagers saw with their own eyes that Dahong was ridden away by a man, he and Han Yun have the same idea.

If the man riding the crimson steed is Mo Yunjing himself, then it's impossible for Mo Yunjing to have concealed his whereabouts for so long.

If he were truly still alive and able to move so freely, he wouldn't have failed to send a message to the Cloud Army or the Azure Cloud Pavilion.

Therefore, the man who rode away on the crimson horse could not possibly be Mo Yunjing.

Han Yun's people have already gone to continue tracking down Dahong and the man, but Han Yun has been searching in Xiliang for several days. Xiliang isn't that big, and they haven't found any trace of Mo Yunjing after so long. The longer it takes, the more dangerous Mo Yunjing's situation becomes.

The most important thing is that he was seriously injured when he fell off the cliff. No one knows if anyone will help him treat his wounds.

If he's not found, by the time a month has passed, his wounds will likely have worsened. Even if he's still alive, things are probably looking very grim for him.

With a grim expression, Fen Ming suddenly tore the letter to shreds as he thought.

Qingyunge's scout stood before him at that moment, watching his sudden movement, and felt a chill run down his spine.

He had thought that the message delivered by their Master might be good news, but he hadn't expected that this letter wouldn't even reach the Princess before being torn apart by Young Master Feng. That meant the contents of the letter couldn't be known to the Princess.

If so, how could that possibly be good news

Thinking about this, his expression darkened.

Feng Ming turned his head to look at the bed hidden behind the screen, then his eyes became unusually sharp, falling on the face of the Qing Yun Pavilion spy, and he said coldly, "Just pretend this letter never existed."

The Qingyun Pavilion's spies weren't fools, and immediately bowed, "Yes."

Meanwhile, in a remote mountain village of Xiliang country, there was an eerie silence. Inside a dilapidated thatched hut, thick straw covered the floor, upon which lay a man with a disfigured face.

This man is none other than Mo Yunjing, who has survived countless hardships.

At this moment, Mo Yunjing was completely unaware that An Xuetang and the others were desperately searching for him.

He has been lying in this village for days, but he is almost in a coma. It can be said that he is now only clinging to life.

Before falling off the cliff, he met two villagers who were going up the mountain to collect medicine. With his last shred of reason, before he fainted, he shoved two useless pills into their mouths and told them that if they didn't have the antidote, they would explode and die. He forced them to take him away from where he had fallen off the cliff.

Because at that time he was also uncertain whether the one who found him first would be his own people or someone from Bai Guang Palace.

At that time, he was seriously injured. If anyone found him, whether it was the Yun Family Army, the Qingyun Pavilion, or someone from Xuntang Valley, he would be saved.

If he ever becomes an enemy, he will surely die.

So, at that time he had to find a way to get away from the foot of the mountain quickly.

After falling off the cliff, he was severely injured and barely alive. He couldn't possibly make it out on his own.

Fortunately, just as he was losing too much blood and drifting off to sleep, two villagers appeared.

At that time, he could only force himself to give the two brothers two pills, and fooled them that they were two poisons.

This poison can only be cured by him; no one else in the world knows how.

Everyone is afraid of death, and it's no surprise that these two villagers were scared. Besides, he promised them that if he could wake up, he would give them a life of wealth and prosperity.

Whether it was for wealth and honor, or fear of death, or perhaps both, these two brothers ultimately brought him back.

It's just that the wounds on him are getting worse and worse. Although the two brothers brought him back, they don't know how to treat them at all.

The village where they lived was so remote that it didn't even have a barefoot doctor. What's more, before he fell unconscious, he had threatened them not to let anyone see him.

So those two brothers didn't take him to see any doctors for his injuries.

After nearly a month, his abdominal wound had rotted. His face, which Yunrui had already scratched, was scarred with wounds that hadn't been treated in time. As a result, his face was now completely ruined, rotting and looking particularly gruesome.

He's still alive today because those two brothers gave him medicine twice when he was injured.

And when he occasionally came to his senses, he would immediately apply golden sore medicine to himself, and only then did he continue to cling to life until today.

> But his wounds were only getting worse. The two brothers were afraid they would die in their own house. A few days ago, seeing that he wasn't improving at all, they left him alone in this thatched hut.

Fortunately, the two brothers perhaps feared death, or maybe they were afraid that if he truly came back to life, he would take revenge on them. So, they threw him into the thatched hut. Even at mealtimes, they would still bring him some soup.

Make sure he doesn't starve to death here.

For the past few days, he'd actually had about a quarter hour of clarity each day. Fortunately, he always carried the medicine that An Xue Tang had prepared for him. After falling off the cliff, none of it was lost.

He has been treating his wounds during his waking hours these past few days and has pulled through several days of high fever. Today, he is awake for a noticeably longer period than yesterday, which is a good sign.

Just then, the two brothers, Da Mao and Xiao Mao, appeared again outside the thatched hut. Thinking he was still asleep, Xiao Mao's voice was still indignant: "Big brother, I say we shouldn't bother with this man anymore! We should go to the city and have that doctor take our pulse. Didn't the doctor say we brothers are as strong as oxen Where could there be any signs of poisoning in our bodies"

"To me, it must have been this guy who tricked us back then."

Of course, Da Mao also suspected this point, that the man had given them fake poison pills.

After all, since they brought this man back, they had never felt unwell or shown any abnormalities. But when they thought about what the man said before he fainted, he said the poison was colorless and odorless, and even ordinary doctors couldn't detect it.

He thought about it and felt anxious again, not knowing whether to believe it or not. In any case, he was still uneasy in his heart. He couldn't feel at ease until he heard the truth from this man's mouth.

Now, thinking about it, he let out a sigh. "Forget it. When he dies, we'll just throw him to the back mountain."

In their eyes, the man was so seriously injured and still unconscious that he naturally couldn't live.ontinues forward, he'll be back on Beijang City's territory."At this, he felt a tightness in his chest, "Judging by the way Mo Yunchen's people are searching for the young master, if the young master...