Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

I want to take everything I have, put on my shoes, and move forward through countless dark nights...

The mirage demon was busy following the master and didn't notice Mo Zhichun standing behind him. He realized belatedly that he had been tricked. The mission was completed, and the curse would not take effect, but the master looked a little strange. The crisis habit he had developed over the years, he stepped back and wanted to slip away, but was bound by a new order and walked towards the bubbling black liquid.

"You just wanted to abandon me and run away. I have to say that your intuition was right. If you don't die, I will die."

The mirage demon stared at the red sun in the sky with wide eyes, feeling the blood in his body being burned by the sun and gradually boiling, and watched himself staggering to his feet from kneeling on the ground. He looked around with some horror and found himself becoming the liquid lying on the ground. He roared at the figure that was gradually moving away.

"Master, you can't abandon me. I am your most devout believer."

"So, you must be willing to die for me. This is your highest honor."

Looking at the fake smile on his face, the burning red sun seemed a little cold, and before he could respond, it disappeared into the air.

"They are coming back. Put the little one and the sapling into the storage ring. Remember to make a seal."

The boy who was lying on the table teasing the sapling stood up and looked at the red spider lily growing in the flowerpot. He obviously didn't want to go back to the old place. He had to talk to Pei Qiubai opposite.

Mo Zhichun and the "Mirage Demon" automatically left the illusion and returned to reality because of the disappearance of the dream builder.

"Leng Yang, you dare to trick me, do you want to die?"

The 'Mirage' was leaning on a crutch with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, coughing up blood, while accusing the boy who was playing with his hair at the table.

"If you think so, I can't help it.

Why, you're heartbroken to use your own followers as scapegoats. Wasn't it easy to abandon us in the first place? I'm doing you a favor, and we owe nothing to each other. But I have to keep some tricks up my sleeve, and give you some leverage, so that I can have bargaining power.

Besides, the main force behind the dream was your believer. It wouldn't be him who did it. Now you realize that you are in the wrong and you kill him without any evidence, so you let me take the blame and continue to work as a laborer for you.

Can I go in without his permission? Of course not. I have punished you, but you don't thank me and you are blaming me. You really don't know how to appreciate kindness."

The green-haired boy said this angrily, and with a push, the mirage demon fell to the ground.

"See? I bully monsters openly."

But gods, especially rubbish gods like you, of course, have to use some special means. It's good that the mirage monster died, taking the blame for himself. If he didn't have his own little thoughts, he wouldn't be able to pry it out. After all, he is a vulgar thing, unable to escape from love, hate, infatuation and anger, so he will naturally pay the price for it. The boy added the words he wanted to say in his heart, and received a manual thumbs-up from the little figurine.

When Mo Zhichun came back to his senses, he felt the restraint around his waist and looked across.

The 'mirage demon' collapsed on the ground and took a long time to get up. He looked like he was running out of energy, his vitality was fading, and the deathly look between his brows was becoming more and more obvious.

"It's better this way. If you disobey me, you will never be able to get out. Zhizhi, you'd better get out alive, otherwise I will take your brother's fate. See you next time."

The body on the ground was engulfed by the red blood mist, and a shrill scream was heard. A black mist emerged, created a gap in the air, and drilled out.

The people sitting across the table looked at each other. Pei Qiubai, who was holding Mo Zhichun, was the first to break the silence.

"Can we take out the sapling and the warm moon?"

If I don’t take it out from the storage ring, the food inside will be eaten up. My sister can’t go hungry these days.

Leng Yang, who was in tune with Nuan Yue, naturally knew the situation of the storage ring. He nodded with a hint of embarrassment on his face. In fact, he also wanted to know whether the old hen noodle soup was delicious. Just listening to Xiao Shumiao's description of the aroma, the organs in his stomach had already sung a symphony.

A flower plate appeared in the middle of the table, and the tabletop was instantly filled with yellow instant noodle bags.

Mo Zhichun reached out and touched the sapling, looking at the red petals that quietly approached the bracelet without saying a word. The petals were not touched, so they clung to the bracelet angrily and refused to leave.

Mo Zhichun heard the child begging his sister to touch it in a baby voice, and looked at the boy opposite with a red face. The boy raised his chin slightly to show his agreement. Then Mo Zhichun's hand touched the flower stem.

"I'm sorry, we left in a hurry, and my brother only brought instant noodles. Xia Yue knew that it was customary to give gifts to uncles, so she took out the instant noodles to honor her brother."

"Don't call me brother casually. If you give the seeds to others to cultivate, what if they are taken away by bad people?"

Mo Zhichun felt that there was no need to beat around the bush between family members. If they wanted to repair the relationship, they could communicate openly. If they didn't want to admit it, they could just follow the etiquette. There was nothing to lose. Moreover, although this brother said that he didn't think highly of him, there were details in the illusion that clearly favored him. The warmth of the red sun and the intimacy of the red spider lily towards him didn't seem like he didn't like him.

"Wow, sister gave us so many gifts. Sister, don't listen to his nonsense. He likes you to call him brother. Look, there are flowers on my head."

The red spider lily climbed up the back of Mo Zhichun's hand, and the light blue morning glory bloomed on the top of his head, like a big trumpet expressing its enthusiasm for Mo Zhichun.

"I'll tell you in secret, the first time he saw you, he started to secretly polish the bracelet while I was sleeping, saying that he wanted to give it to you as a gift."

"Hey, you're not talking in secret, we all heard it. I'm the eldest brother, you know, you have to listen to me."

The young man spread out his palms, and a pair of wooden bracelets appeared in front of Mo Zhichun. One was carved with a sun wrapped in red red spider lilies, and the other was carved with a moon surrounded by blue morning glories. The flowers of morning glory and red spider lily were intertwined, as if they were together through life and death, and would never stop until death.

"I was going to give you both, but your husband is too weak now, so you two can each have one. Here, when you wear this, the evil spirits won't dare to approach you."

The young man threw the wooden bracelet symbolizing the red spider lily to Pei Qiubai. If this boy cheats, the taboo in the bracelet will cause serious harm to him. It can also be regarded as a kind of protection for his sister. Promises are just words, and actions do need time to test. I hope Pei Qiubai will not let me down.

"This is your second brother's spiritual will. It will restrain the bad luck curse that is eating away at you. Wear it carefully."

After saying that, she reached out and took the small figurine from Mo Zhichun's hand, then left with the instant noodles on the table in her hair.

"Thank you, brother." Before the second brother could say anything, looking at the tidy desk, Mo Zhichun thought of a question and stretched out his fingers to flick the leaves.