The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

In places that players cannot see, not everything is in a white mold as they expected. The mountains and forests still stretch for thousands of miles, and the rich ink color covers every inch of the mountains and fields.

In other words, Yi Ming at the beginning was indeed as these "players" said. After the necessary mandatory plot was over, all the wounds on his body and his body would disappear, and he would remain static, waiting to appear when the next plot was necessary.

But he didn't know since when, Yi Ming had many memories. He remembered that he was manipulated by those invisible things time and time again, and he repeatedly experienced pain and torture for the admiration of those "onlookers".

Sometimes the overlapping memories will be erased by what players call "system maintenance", and sometimes they will be recalled again due to intense pain and stimulation during the process of being manipulated and driven.

Just like now, he couldn't count how many times he had fought with the fox demon and suffered the humiliation of being bullied and robbed of his elixir by Xue Cheng.

He avoided the beam of light pouring down from the sky that would have "repaired him with one click", and refused to have his memory wiped again to become one of those puppets in the city who could only follow fixed patterns of words and deeds, dragging his severely injured body and precarious life to a certain place.

The mountains and fields are quiet, and there are specially designed sound effects within the game's empty space. Occasionally, when you push aside the bushes, a burst of insects will be startled.

Yi Ming was struggling to hold on, and his physical condition was almost exhausted. According to those players, the health bar above his head had almost reached the bottom.

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, and the surroundings within his sight began to double. Fortunately, he estimated the distance and it should be almost there.

It was the same thing with him last time. He felt a hint of the weirdness of the world he was in, and subconsciously dragged his injured body to find the other party's cave.

This time, at the beginning of the story, they had never met before.

Will he be rescued?

Yi Ming didn't know, but he instinctively looked for it. Ever since he had spied on the world, everything around him seemed too suspicious to him. Instead, the existence that was once instilled in him by the plot as the most dangerous became his only support.

A familiar cave entrance appeared in the shaking vision. Yi Ming used the sword to support himself and took the last two steps, then fell straight outside the cave that sealed the barrier.

The barrier at the entrance of the cave was silent, but the evil ghost sitting cross-legged inside seemed to be aware of something, and a crack appeared at the end of his dark eyes.

The rock hit his forehead, and the dull pain brought Yi Ming back to consciousness from the point of fainting. There was a sound of wind beside his ears, and he raised his head with difficulty, and saw a pair of bare ankles walking out of the cave, with the gauze around them swaying with their steps.

As if seeing hope, Yi Ming reached out and grabbed the other person's ankle regardless of the blood on his hands that would stain the other person's white flesh. He looked up and asked for help:

"Save...save me...You Mu...save..."

Hearing the name being called directly, the evil ghost hiding deep in the mountains raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and his action of intending to shake off the other party's dirty hand paused.

"It's rare for a young Taoist priest who is seriously injured to know my name."

This situation is indeed rare. I have been hiding in Songzhao Mountain, with my ghost energy gathered and the barrier blocking my vision. Even those old bald monks in the righteous way cannot detect it. How did this young boy in front of me find me?

Even the evil spirit could not resist curiosity, so he leaned down, lifted up the man's face with his hands, and examined it carefully.

"A man from the Zhengyang Sect actually asked me for help. Is he crazy?" It was not difficult to recognize him by his clothes. He was from the Zhengyang Sect with which he had a deep grudge.

These sect disciples should have avoided ghosts like him. Who would rush to deliver food and naively seek treatment from ghosts?

Do you think his nickname of evil ghost is just a joke?

"Help... Help me... It hurts..." Yi Ming continued to repeat these intermittent words. His health bar continued to drop. His vision had already become dark and his body had no strength to support itself.

With his chin supported by the hand, Yi Ming placed all his body weight into the other's hand.

Before he could finish his words, he passed out. There was something heavy on his hand, and You Mu lowered his head, frowning for a long time. The force tightened around his feet, and the sticky blood was smeared on his ankles...

His eyes looked like a dog's, and he looked like a human, half dead, and the dog's paw gripping his ankle was quite strong.

"Tsk..."

With an ambiguous voice, You Mu stood up, looking quite disgusted. He waved his sleeves to push away the arm at his feet, grabbed the man's collar with his backhand, and dragged him back to the cave with light movements.

Just use it as a way to kill time, or as a food reserve.

...Is it enough to fill the gaps between your teeth?

Looking down at the sick man who came to his door, You Mu didn't think that this kid was enough for him to have a full meal.

You Mu is a ghost. If ghosts want to heal their wounds, they can just grab a living soul and eat it. It’s not as troublesome as it is for humans, who need to take drugs to heal their wounds.

After throwing the man on the stone bed, You Mu pondered his mind after a long period of meditation, and searched the corners of the cave for the brocade bag that he had thrown away in the corner of the stone cave after tearing the Taoist's soul apart.

He used his ghost energy to break the main seal on it, and all the bottles and jars inside were dumped out. You Mu searched for some medicine for injuries from a small pile of elixir and talisman paper.

It has been a long time, and he can no longer remember which Taoist priest he killed, and he is not sure whether the effect of the elixir has worn off, but after all, it is better than nothing.

He pried open the boy's mouth and poured the pill that had been crushed into powder by the ghost energy into his mouth, then mixed it with some spring water and made him drink it down.

You Mu stroked his hands, the job was done.

He sat on the couch at the side and meditated and breathed. The ghost energy had not circulated for less than a week when You Mu opened his eyes again and glanced sideways at the other's shoulder that was constantly soaked with blood.

...Don't let the cloud where he rests be stained.

so troublesome!

Feeling unhappy, the evil ghost stood up again, lifted his robe, rummaged around in the corner, pulled out some bandages to wrap his wounds, and found some hemostatic herbs from the mountains and fields outside the cave. He mashed them into a paste, cast a cleansing spell on the other party, and applied it on the wound.

After doing all this, his brocade quilt was finally kept neat and tidy. You Mushu took a breath and sat back on the couch to meditate.

It was dark inside the cave. The only source of light came from the round arched doorway that opened on the side. The moonlight slanted down and fell on the brick and stone floor inside.

In the silence of the room, the moonlight shining through the cave gradually faded, the light from the outside world grew brighter, the moon set and the sun rose, and the night passed quietly like this...

Yi Ming woke up from his coma. The pain from the wound on his shoulder that was torn by the fox demon eased, and the dull pain in his chest from being kicked by Xue Cheng also mostly dissipated.

The morning light that penetrated through the barrier at the entrance of the cave merged with the dust in the air, flashing tiny spots of light and a sense of peace.

After spending a peaceful night, Yi Ming moved his fingers. The repeated memories were still there. His body was not transferred to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain by the beam of light from the sky, waiting for the opportunity to interact with those players.

Yi Ming knew that he had made the right choice.