Terry's stomach hurt too much to argue with Qi Jing. He looked at another person, "Old Huang, you come with me."
Upon hearing Terry call his name, the disciple pretended not to hear, his eyes fixed on the campfire as he silently smoked.
Terry was completely bewildered.
What was going on today?
Even Old Huang, his close friend, refused to go with him.
"Junior Brother He, you don't want to go with me either?" Terry placed his last hope on He Ke.
He Ke looked up at Terry, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "Senior Brother, it's just a trip to the latrine, there's no need to call someone to accompany you."
Terry looked confused, but then he realized.
Something was wrong!
If it were usual, they wouldn't refuse him. Even if the three of them refused, Qi Jing wouldn't have.
They were taught by the same master. Not only did they not help him today, but they were also siding with outsiders.
Coupled with the vague unease he felt in his heart.
Terry became even more certain of his suspicions. He looked at Qi Jing, his voice serious, "Junior Brother, Senior Brother asks you one thing, did Uncle-Master say anything to you when we left?"
Seeing Terry's serious expression, Qi Jing showed a hint of embarrassment, but it vanished in an instant. He smiled, "What does Senior Brother mean? Even if Uncle-Master had something to say, he would have come to you, why would he come to me?"
Thump thump.
The feeling of impending death grew stronger. Terry looked at Qi Jing and pleaded, "Ah Qi, I've always treated you well in the sect. Senior Brother only asks you one thing, did Uncle-Master instruct you on anything?"
Qi Jing lowered his head and remained silent, his expression unreadable.
In the sect, their relationship had always been good, and Terry often took care of him.
Qi Jing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and forced out a single word with difficulty: "Run!"
"What do you mean?" Terry wanted to understand what was happening.
Qi Jing's tone grew heavier, and he spat out two words decisively.
"Run, quickly!!"
Terry's unease intensified, coupled with Qi Jing's word "run."
He was certain that somewhere in the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring intently at him.
Run!
Terry had only one thought: escape this place, escape those eyes and that feeling of unease.
Terry bolted, sprinting towards the campsite. As long as he found his Uncle-Master, he would be fine.
He would definitely protect him!
The disciples of the Yan Huo Sect and the Zheng Dao Sect nearby didn't seem too surprised by Terry's sudden dash.
They might have guessed that the "accident" mentioned earlier referred to this guy, Terry.
After a brief pause, they resumed drinking and chatting.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Seeing Terry leave, Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu beside him, "This scumbag is yours."
"Yes."
Zhou Fu immediately stepped forward and chased after him without a word.
Whoosh!
A sound of footsteps echoed beside the crowd.
Some people noticed the commotion but pretended not to hear.
Deng Mao, seeing the figure flash by, was about to point when Qi Jing stopped him, "What's wrong with you?"
Deng Mao looked at Qi Jing beside him, "Senior Brother Qi, just now was...?"
Before Deng Mao could finish, Qi Jing interrupted him, "Nothing just now, you saw wrong!"
Seeing Senior Brother Qi's serious tone, Deng Mao finally stopped asking, his hand tightly gripping his peach wood sword.
After much hesitation, Deng Mao made up his mind. Gripping his peach wood sword, he stood up and walked towards Terry.
Seeing this, Qi Jing grabbed Deng Mao by the collar, "Sit down."
Deng Mao turned to look at Qi Jing, his face full of confusion, "Senior Brother Qi, Senior Brother Tai might be in danger, I need to help him."
Qi Jing's expression was blank as he coldly uttered a few words, "Sit down!"
Seeing Senior Brother Qi's uncharacteristic behavior, Deng Mao looked at the other three senior brothers.
But they all remained silent, cigarettes dangling from their lips, as if they hadn't noticed anything that had just happened.
"Senior Brothers, you..." Deng Mao could hardly believe what he was seeing.
Seeing that Deng Mao still didn't intend to sit down, Qi Jing placed his hands on his shoulders and forcibly pushed him down to sit.
Qi Jing looked at Deng Mao, his voice stern, "Listen, you saw nothing tonight, and you can't mention it to anyone. Keep it to yourself. Unless you can make it onto the Heaven Ranking, your death is a small matter, but implicating the sect is a big one, understand?"
Deng Mao nodded obediently, "Understood."
Qi Jing clenched his fists, suppressing the anger in his heart.
How he wished he could save his senior brother.
But with his current strength, going there would be suicidal.
There was no other way but to pretend ignorance.
Deng Mao looked at Qi Jing, unconvinced, "Senior Brother, is this martial world really like this?"
Qi Jing nodded, "Kid, remember this: death is easy, but living is how you change everything. But that's only if you have the ability to change it."
On the deserted city streets late at night, a figure ran forward desperately.
From the corners of the street, several small ghosts poked their heads out to watch Terry, none daring to approach.
They were merely spiritual ghosts. Over the past year, countless Taoist priests had entered the encirclement to eliminate them.
At first, they were fearless, but as they saw their companions die one by one, they gradually began to feel fear.
However, some small ghosts couldn't resist the temptation and slowly emerged, but they still didn't dare to pounce on Terry.
Seeing the eager evil spirits, Terry cursed loudly, "You beasts, if you don't want to be annihilated, get lost!"
Terry had no desire to linger with these evil spirits at the moment; all he wanted was to escape.
On the dark street, a fiery sword energy illuminated the surroundings and slashed towards Terry.
Terry felt the heat behind him and turned to look.
He saw a fiery sword energy rapidly approaching him. His body reacted quickly, and he dodged to the left with a toad-like jump, narrowly avoiding the incoming sword energy.
Terry's face turned grim as he looked at the figure slowly approaching in front of him.
In the dark street ahead, a figure holding a short sword walked slowly.
When Terry realized it was Zhou Fu, a smile appeared on his face, "Brother Zhou, I was wrong last time. I apologize now. I'm sorry."
Zhou Fu remained silent, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Seeing this, Terry swallowed and began to beg, "Brother Zhou, be merciful. At a time like this, killing me will surely incur the wrath of the Spiritual Affairs Bureau."
Zhou Fu had not spoken a word from beginning to end. When he reached a distance of five meters from Terry, he raised his Soul-镇魂石 short sword and thrust it forward.
Seeing this, Terry drew the peach wood sword from his waist and met the attack.
Clang!
A clear sound erupted as the two weapons clashed.
Terry's expression changed drastically, and he cursed inwardly.
Damn it, this kid doesn't look old, but why is he so strong?