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Chapter 229: No Escape

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: No Escape

On the fifth day, Qin Yi still hadn’t found Lan Jiaojiao.

Qin Yi sat on the mountain top, thinking about what he would do to escape if he were Lan Jiaojiao in danger.

But Qin Yi quickly gave up.

First, he’s not Lan Jiaojiao. Second, the terrain here is complex, and Lan Jiaojiao would probably run aimlessly in her escape.

Qin Yi took out his phone and looked at it, realizing it had run out of battery at some point. Even if it had power, it wouldn’t be useful; Qin Yi discovered when he came in that there was no signal in this Thousand-mile Mountain.

Qin Yi thought of every method he could, even chopping wood to carve his name on it and setting it adrift in the stream, hoping Lan Jiaojiao would see it.

The sunlight was glaring, and Qin Yi suddenly perked up, realizing that the only way to determine direction in these mountains was the sun. The people of Longxia have a special sentiment towards the word East, like the sunrise in the east and Purple Energy coming from the east, all related to the East.

Therefore, whether floating on the sea or trapped in an inescapable predicament, people will walk toward the sun.

Might Lan Jiaojiao be heading east all the way?

He entered from the south, so he’s been heading north.

Leaping onto his horse, Qin Yi determined his direction and galloped eastward.

"Master, there’s a scent of blood."

Qin Yi, in a frantic gallop, heard the Blood Flood Dragon and abruptly pulled his horse to a stop.

Qin Yi knew that the Blood Flood Dragon is very sensitive to the scent of blood, having relied entirely on it to track the Earth Demon.

"Master, it’s the smell of human blood!"

Human blood?

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Can you tell which direction it’s from?"

"Master, it’s a north-south wind now, and the scent is faint, carried by the wind. I think the source is in the south."

Qin Yi was slightly taken aback, then he didn’t think much of it and turned southward.

...

The densely forested mountains were cluttered with thorns.

A red figure was frantically running; upon closer inspection, she wore white, but it was stained red with blood.

Who else could she be if not Lan Jiaojiao, whom Qin Yi was searching for?

Lan Jiaojiao carried a black backpack, clutching a jagged-edged dagger in her hand, with no less than a dozen terrible wounds on her body, some simply bandaged with gauze, others freshly bleeding.

Her once jet-black short hair had turned into brittle straw, messy and unkempt, her beautiful face smeared with blood, lips cracked and bleeding, her eyes vacant and spirit in disarray.

Looking at her running pace, it seemed as if sheer instinct was propelling her forward. The thorns occasionally tore her clothes, drawing blood, but she seemed to feel nothing, focusing only on charging ahead.

Suddenly, she seemed to step onto a dead branch on the ground, her foot slipped, and she rolled down the hillside, stopping only when she hit a tree.

The impact was so violent that an old men’s wristwatch flew off her wrist.

Lan Jiaojiao ignored her injuries and scrambled over to grab the watch tightly; it was the last thing her grandfather had left her before he died.

Her grandfather died saving her, and his soul perished.

Lan Jiaojiao was not afraid to die, but she had to avenge him first; otherwise, her grandfather’s death was in vain, so she had to live.

A dog’s bark sounded from afar.

Lan Jiaojiao tensed up, knowing the enemy had caught up.

They had specially trained hunting dogs that could smell the blood on her.

She had been fleeing for several days, barely resting, and was already exhausted.

Lan Jiaojiao gritted her teeth, trying to stand up by holding onto the tree beside her, but failed several times. She knew that if she fell, it would be hard to get up again, given her medical knowledge.

Her eyelids were uncontrollably heavy, and she just wanted to sleep.

Shhh!

The dagger in her hand grazed her arm, and blood gushed out.

The pain jolted her into temporary clarity, and she managed to stand up, gritting her teeth and supporting herself against the tree.

She knew she couldn’t close her eyes now, or she would never wake up again. She was too weak.

The cuts on her arm were mostly self-inflicted; every time she collapsed, she would use this method to motivate herself to stand up.

The barking was getting closer, and Lan Jiaojiao licked her cracked lips, but to no avail; her mouth was dry. Suddenly, she bent down and began to suck the blood flowing from her wound.

Taking a few hard swallows, Lan Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and ran toward the left mountain.

In the distance, the barking suddenly intensified.

It seemed the hunting dogs had discovered Lan Jiaojiao.

In the dense forest, a black hunting dog barked madly in the direction Lan Jiaojiao fled.

Behind the dog were four men, two older and two younger.

"It seems this beast has found that little bitch."

The young man in black body armor said grimly; his name was Li Zhuo, and across his originally decent-looking face was a hideous scar, from his eye corner to his mouth, freshly wounded.

Li Zhuo’s face was hurt when he tried to molest Lan Jiaojiao, and she slashed him with a dagger.

The elder in the same black armor was over sixty, his eyes sinister; he was Li Zhuo’s grandfather, named Li Wanquan.

The other elder and youth were also grandfather and grandson, the elder named Zhu Changshou, the younger Zhu Fengze.

Li Zhuo’s eyes were fierce, and he shouted harshly, "Chase! We must catch that little bitch today. I want her to live a life worse than death."

The four of them followed the hunting dog and continued the chase.

Elsewhere, Lan Jiaojiao climbed the nearby mountain, intending to lose her pursuers over it.

However, when she finally reached the over two hundred meter-high peak, despair crossed her eyes.

Because the other side of the mountain wasn’t a gentle slope but a cliff.

The mountains here were peculiarly shaped, with one side as a gentle slope full of lush trees and vitality, and the other sheer cliffs smooth like mirrors, not uncommon.

But now, facing such terrain, Lan Jiaojiao’s escape route was abruptly cut off.

Barking rose from below the mountain; the pursuers had caught up.

Lan Jiaojiao’s face was filled with desolation, and she laughed bitterly. There was a cliff ahead and pursuers behind; it seemed she had no way out.

Rocks scattered around the ground caught her gaze, and they suddenly seemed to become paths to life.

Then, she picked up a rock about the size of half a soccer ball. Her arm bleeds; she used her blood to write on the rock: "My killers are Li Wanquan and Li Zhuo of Fengqing Sect, Zhu Changshou, and Zhu Fengze of Zhu Family in Shuangtie City."

After writing, she threw the rock off the cliff. Then, she picked up another rock and wrote the same message, slicing open new wounds when blood ran short.

Rocks inscribed in blood fell one by one off the cliff.

Lan Jiaojiao knew Qin Yi would surely come looking for her, but without an exact location, he might not make it in time.

The satellite phone was destroyed by the enemy; otherwise, she’d really want to chat with Qin Yi now, even a few words would do, so her departure wouldn’t be too lonely.

What a pity... Lan Jiaojiao smiled sadly.

She had two regrets now. First was not avenging her grandfather personally. Second was not talking to Qin Yi one last time.

She could apologize to her grandfather face-to-face after her death, but the second, she could not achieve in this lifetime. Hopefully, in the next, she’d meet him again.

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