Ming Yi didn't understand Mu Lin's emotion, so she looked at her in surprise when she heard Mu Lin speak, "It's great that you're awake. I'll go find you some food, shall I?"
Ming Yi saw that Mu Lin usually ate and rested like Zhongli Jian, so she thought that she needed to eat every day.
"No need, go to the river and get me some water, I'll just need to rest for a while."
Mu Lin didn't open her eyes. She didn't expect that one day her immortal body would become her greatest reliance. If she was cut open, she might die. But it would be better if she was only pierced by the hairpin. She could absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to heal her wounds. It would be better than being a mortal.
It’s just that I don’t have any immortal power, that’s all.
Mu Lin let Ming Yijian feed her water with a large leaf, let her return to the hairpin, closed her eyes and began to rest. The pain had little effect on her, she couldn't count how much torture this immortal body had suffered, and her tolerance was first-class.
Speaking of this, Mu Lin suddenly thought of the Queen of the Underworld. She had always guessed that the Queen of the Underworld was not an ordinary person. Otherwise, even if the King of the Underworld was so powerful, under the constraints of the rules of heaven, it would be difficult for her to be born as an immortal with extraordinary talents.
As he was thinking, Mu Lin fell asleep. When he woke up, the moon was already above the treetops. Mu Lin was awakened by the sound of insects in the forest. He stood up with the help of a tree. The pain in his wound was no longer severe.
Mu Lin thought about it and decided to go down the mountain. In case they encountered any ferocious beast, Ming Yi might not be able to protect her.
The night did not affect Mu Lin's vision at all, and she walked just like she did during the day. Mu Lin kept on walking until dawn, when she stopped to look at the magnificent red sun rising over the hilltop. She seemed to feel a little warmer, and the chill she had felt during the night's walk dissipated. Mu Lin withdrew her gaze and continued on her way.
She definitely couldn't go to the nearby cities. The people from Zhongli Jian might be waiting there for her to fall into their trap. Mu Lin decided to head north.
The Dragon King of the North Sea was a close friend of her father, and he might be able to help her. Although the hope was slim, she had to give it a try.
Although this world is big, there is no place for her to stay. When her father was alive, her life still had a destination. After her father left, Mu Lin's life was just a journey home.
Isn't it true that these ten thousand years are a daily torture? Mu Lin repeats the same nightmare almost every day - his father is sacrificed and the underworld is destroyed.
As long as she is alive and the red blood of the underworld royal family is burning in her veins, hatred will never stop.
As long as I can get revenge, what does it matter if I go to hell forever
Mu Lin had nothing but the obsessive female ghost in the hairpin as his companion. For a moment, he couldn't tell whose obsession was harder to fulfill or dispel...
Mu Lin walked northward for several days on the mountain road. Thanks to Ming Yijian who helped her steal a set of girl's clothes from a farmer's house, otherwise she would have had difficulty changing them. This female ghost had perfect life skills and taught Mu Lin how to wash clothes by the river. She was also surprised at her daily life without food, drink or sleep.
Mu Lin didn't want to mention those things, and Ming Yijian was smart enough not to ask. She had been bound in the hairpin for a long time, and after she transformed, she liked to wander around, occasionally scaring a few passers-by, and she was delighted to see their frightened expressions.
Mu Lin had seen so many things in the dark that he felt helpless. "You never get tired of playing these tricks..."
This is also a rare lively and playful ghost. This must be Ming Yijian's true nature. I don't know why she fell in love with the dull scholar back then.
Ming Yi saw them floating around her and said, "I'm so bored. My benefactor, you don't even chat with me."
"What are you chatting about? I look like an 11 or 12-year-old. My life experience is not as rich as yours."
She continued to float back and forth and complimented him, "My benefactor must have used some kind of anti-aging technique to look so young. We ordinary women are really envious..."