Chapter 157

Duan Changyu was afraid of an accident, and it was too late to hold Mo Lingyuan, so he could only let someone grab one end of the iron chain and slide down the cliff along the iron chain: "Young commander, I will go down with you."

At the foot of the mountain is a gurgling river, the fog is getting thicker, and the ground is pitch black. Even if you hold a torch, you can't find anything except to attract the attention of wild animals.

"Young commander, the dew is heavy in the middle of the night, and the fog here is too heavy. Let's go up first and come down to look after the fog clears tomorrow, how about that?" Duan Changyu persuaded earnestly.

If you continue to search, not only will you find nothing, but it's not good to feed your life to the beast.

Just as he finished speaking, Duan Changyu tragically stepped on another hard object, which grabbed his ankle.

Duan Changyu jumped up in fright: "There is a ghost. The ghost's hand grew on the ground and grabbed my foot."

Mo Lingyuan took a closer look, and saw that it was a bloody arm, and his stiff fingers happened to grab Duan Changyu's heel.

Mo Lingyuan's brows became even tighter, "It's a human hand!"

Duan Changyu approached with a torch, picked up a wooden stick on the ground and poked off that arm, only felt that this ghostly place was eerie: "Young commander, why don't you go up first, it's scary here."

Although he is not afraid of the dead, he is afraid of dark ghosts.

Mo Lingyuan ignored Duan Changyu's persuasion, and searched along the river bank: "Go up and check carefully, where did the people in the carriage go?"

Duan Changyu had no choice but to accompany Mo Lingyuan to search along the river bank.

When it was dawn, Mo Lingyuan picked up a white handkerchief from a crack in the stone, and his whole body was not well.

"She must be nearby, she must not have gone far away..." Mo Lingyuan murmured in a low voice, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Look along the river bank, we must find her."

Duan Changyu didn't understand, so he said, "Young Marshal, this handkerchief must belong to the Young Madam, right?"

"En." Mo Lingyuan tightly held the handkerchief in his palm, and chased along the direction of the footprints on the river bank: "Search the entire mountain for me, and don't miss a single cave entrance."

Duan Changyu was flustered in the wind, seeing the grief-stricken and unbelievable appearance of the young marshal, the young lady might be in danger.

Duan Changyu prayed silently in his heart: I hope that kid Yun Che died, and the Bodhisattva blesses the young lady safe and sound.

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For three days in a row, Bao'er hid at the entrance of the cave to listen for news from outside.

During the day, people's voices can be heard, and at night, the light of torches at the bottom of the mountain can be seen.

Occasionally there were a few gunshots.

She turned her head to look at Chu Yunyao who was still unconscious, hiding at the entrance of the cave for fear of alarming the people outside.

After eating all the food and running out of water, the little wolf cub howled in hunger.

Bao'er turned around anxiously, not knowing what to do: "Little wolf cub, be good, wait until night, I will find you something to eat at night, just bear with it."

Bao'er felt sorry for Chu Yunyao's dry and peeled lips, and poured the last sip of water from the kettle into Chu Yunyao's mouth.

There was a rustling sound, and Bao'er turned his eyes to look.

A small white marten came into the cave with a bird in its mouth. The dead bird's legs were entangled in the grass and stuck.

Bao'er was overjoyed, and rushed up to untie the grass from the bird's feet, drew out the knife, and split the bird in two, giving half to the mink, and throwing the other half to the little wolf cub, "Little white mink, my little wolf is really I’m hungry, please do me a favor, give it half of it.”

The little white sable bristled all over its hair, grinned at Bao'er, swooped towards Bao'er, and bit it with its mouth open.

Bao'er frightened and swung the knife to block...

"Why is there any movement here..." Duan Changyu paused, and with a stick he poked the pile of weeds blocking the entrance of the cave, revealing a cave that only allowed one person to enter...