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I asked in a muffled voice through the sack. "How are you?" My heart clenched.

Pow!

Just as I was about to ask about the condition of Sang'an's body, another sound came from something else that had just been spoken to me! However, this time, it wasn't a muffled sound, but a very clear sound. It was as if metal had landed on ice, and even slid along the ice a few times.

Suddenly, a layer of cold air appeared around me. The sharp sound of metal colliding with ice caused goosebumps to rise all over my body. Just as Zishan was about to ask about his death sentence, the muscles on his face suddenly contracted, and he could only think, "Protect yourself well."

The fighting outside continued, and all I knew now was that one side of the fight was the death of Zishan. Furthermore, based on the sound of Zi Sang's body landing on the ground and the other person's landing on the ground, as well as the feeling I got from the surrounding air, that person's magic should be extremely cold and able to instantly freeze everything. Also, he should have a metal weapon in his hand. The weapon's length was not very long, its tip was not very sharp, and its hardness was very high. It could be used to support the body.

Having been on the case with Shen Tuo for such a long time and not having learned anything else, his analysis has become an instinct.

I thought as I struggled to keep my body straight above my head. It must look like a silkworm chrysalis from the outside.

Actually, before I moved, my heart had been trembling in fear. If it wasn't for the two people who fell beside me just now who gave me the 'The Braveheart' shot as a precaution, I would still be lying on the ground. Fortunately, I figured it out later. Whether I should be beaten up or not while lying there, moving out, getting smashed or not, rather than just sitting there and waiting for someone to smash me to death and make me want to die, I might as well find a way out myself.

Thus, my heart steeled, and just like that, I moved inch by inch on the ground.

With regards to the various mana attributes of the Underworld, Zishan Death once told me that the five elements are generally divided into five categories: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth. Furthermore, due to the different cultivation bases of each clan or ghost, the magic techniques were slightly different in terms of purity.

For example, Zi Sang'an was of the royal family, and his mana was fire type, but because he was the Ghost King's son, he was not only fire, but also the purest Netherworld Ghost Flame. His attack power was higher than normal fire temperature, but with his current identity, he was slightly weaker than the Ghost King's Grand Moon Primordial Flame.

But he is currently sealed with Fa Li, so what he can use shouldn't be his usual Netherworld Ghost Flame, but a different kind of fire that is inferior to the Netherworld Ghost Flame. As for what it is, I don't know.

And there's also the person who tied me up in the bag. Needless to say, he must be a Water Element, and one level higher one at that — Ice.

From the looks of it, that person's status or family background shouldn't be ordinary either. But why did he arrest me? I've just arrived at the underworld, and I haven't even been to the Yin Street before. The longest distance I've walked is from the corner where I landed to the White Sea Returning Inn. Along the way, there's Zishan who's following me, I've never come into contact with any ghosts.

Overhead, the wind howled and the clouds of fire roiled. One second the air was cold, the next it was hot. I tried my best to squirm my body in this ice and fire environment. From time to time, I would worry about whether Zishang Liang would suffer if he used his current mana to fight.

Thus, the dark path of his escape had unknowingly lengthened by quite a bit.

I feel like I've been crawling for less than half an hour, but I don't feel like I've even crawled out twenty meters. What came into contact with my skin were still the sharp and tiny pieces of gravel. Occasionally, a stick from a tree would join in the fun, causing a few scratches to appear on my body.

His brain had grown numb from enduring pain for so long, and in the end, crawling was almost an instinct for survival. I kept telling myself that I had to get out of here.

I am a stubborn man in my bones, and I never thought of Zishan as weak. In the face of danger, a common enemy is naturally an expression of love, but at times it is better to be rational. For example, now, I know very well what would have happened to Zishan if I had stayed on that battlefield. I would have become a burden to him, and not a possibility, but a certainty.

If I stayed there, he would only be at a loss for what to do. If I was in danger, he would spare no effort to take care of me. This will greatly reduce his battle prowess. I don't want to become a burden.

Moreover, most importantly, the various injuries that Zishan had caused me before were clearly reflected in my mind every time they exchanged blows with each other. Every time I heard the sound of ice and fire clashing together, I would see the scene of Zishan protecting me in his arms where he was looking for the red-robed resentful ghost. Every time I saw that scene, my heart would start to ache.

If I could go through that experience again, when I was in danger, I would definitely drag Zishan along with me and run like hell. If I couldn't escape, when Zishan was about to fight, I would definitely find a place to hide. At the very least, if I didn't have the ability, I wouldn't be a burden.

I'll die with him!

I forced myself not to feel well, squirming and feeling the fight going on. I would be happy if I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my body, because it meant that Zishan had won a little bit, and my body suddenly felt a cold, so my heart sank a little, because the death of Zishan might be at a disadvantage.

In the end, I don't know how I managed to keep on crawling. I only know that in my head there is a voice telling me not to stop.

My upper body moved forward another inch, but before I could catch up with him, something caught my body and I suddenly flew upwards. I tried to struggle, but there was no ground beneath me, and with a little force, my bones felt as if they were about to break apart from the force of gravity.

I winced at the pain.

Only then did I get the chance to feel what was on me. The thing was like a bird's claw, cold and bone-chilling. It was like a five-fingered iron hook holding me in place.

At first I thought it was something called by Zishan, and tried to call him in the same way we used to call him, "Is Zishan Mian you?" but there was no response.

My heart began to beat faster. I tried to calm down and feel the surroundings more carefully, but I still couldn't feel the breath of the water. Not only that, it seemed that every time I tried to make contact with the outside world, my body would release a biting cold aura that would instantly surround me.

There was another chill, and my heart thumped.

It shouldn't be, as long as Zi Sang is close to me, I will definitely feel it! Why is there nothing now?

My heart was extremely anxious. Even though I wanted to speak, I found that in the period of time I was crawling, I had bitten my lips to the point that even my teeth had dug into my lips. The moment I opened my mouth, the smell of blood rushed into my nose, making me cough violently before I could make a sound.

"Halt!" I bent over in my sack and coughed like a shrimp. Suddenly, I heard a cold shout coming from behind me. I was stunned.

Suddenly, the power that had been grabbing onto my waist loosened after that shout. My waist loosened up and my breathing, which I had just held, suddenly rose to the top of my head. My vision suddenly blurred before immediately following that was a massive loss of weight.

My first thought was that I must have been thrown down. I just don't know how high I was, how long I could float in the air.

In less than three seconds, I dropped to the ground. However, he did not fall directly onto the ground. Instead, he fell into someone's embrace.

The back of my neck was caught by an arm, and the force of the free fall almost broke my neck. My knee was also blocked by such an arm, causing me to lament over the fact that my neck was still connected. By the way, I felt that my joints weren't dislocated, but my body was still quite healthy.

I swallowed my saliva and was in the middle of a breather when I heard a hissing sound! The darkness before my eyes was suddenly torn apart by a tearing sound.

The sudden white light in my eyes made me feel a sharp pain in my dark eyes. I quickly closed my eyes and covered them with the light source until the pain in my eyes disappeared and the light reflected off my eyelids. Only then did I try to open my eyes a crack.

I think I suddenly fell from the sky just now, it should be Zishan's death chasing after me, that shout is his voice! I hadn't been able to sense Zishan's breath before because he had just been immobilized, and now he was free.

As for the person who caught me, it must be him!

I fixed my dazed gaze little by little on the face above me. A "I'm fine" smile was already prepared at the corner of my mouth. As long as Zishan's anxious face became clear in my sight, I would perfectly reflect this smile in his eyes.

But in the end, I really didn't expect that my smile, which had just gained some momentum, was destined to end in a stiff ending.

I saw a face in my line of sight that was no less than Zishan's, and he was looking at me as anxiously as I had been thinking about Zishan's, and I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was absolutely sincere.

His skin was different from Zishan's cold body, it was more like a piece of warm jade that had been grinded for thousands of years. His face was soft and youthful, and he looked to be about my age, with deep sockets and a straight nose. He was the best man for the TV series, and his short, thick lashes stood in a straight line on his eyelids, like a team of guards defending the area they saw. His eyes were amber, and there seemed to be water in them.

However, no matter how good-looking he was, it wasn't Zishan's death!

I screamed and shoved him away, but he was holding me in his arms, and I didn't have to think about it.

I fell heavily onto the ground. This time, I fell to the ground almost at the same time. The pain on my skin and flesh caused me to feel a bone shattering pain. My vision turned dark and I almost fainted.

The unfamiliar man came to my side once more. At this moment, the anxiety on his face has disappeared and what replaced it was a teasing expression.