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The servant acceded to his request moved forward to support the old man, but the old man continued to stroke his mole and chuckled, ”No bother, no bother, this old man is very careful.”

The servant's face darkened, but the old man's eyes seemed to be laughing.

This was naturally the four of them in disguise.

Zhangsun Wuji was the old man, Meng Fuyao was the haggard-looking Daoist priest, Zhong Yi was the little child disciple, and Tie Cheng was the servant.

Given their abilities, it was naturally easy to hide from the Amethyst Cape Knights searching on Donglan mountain, but for Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji, they had to retaliate even when running away. As a result, the Amethyst Cape Knights were led by the noses and were now searching the mountaintop frantically for the expert who was ”waiting for them to kill.”

The four of them had discussed things through, to first rest at a place with less Amethyst Cape Knights and go through Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji's initial period of recovery. As long as the two of them could recover a little more, the situation would become a lot less dangerous.

The queue at the city gate inched forward slowly and finally reached their turn. The guards roughly shoved the ”skinny-like-firewood Daoist priest” against the city walls and searched him thoroughly.

The ”Daoist priest” felt ticklish and laughed, his body trembling as he said, ”Eee, eee, Officer, this priest is unable to withstand such treatment, gentler—gentler—”

Even when Meng Fuyao's chest was being searched, she didn't think anything about it; after the events that stormy night, she had thought deeply and had learned to tolerate certain things.

After all, they were just touching, and they were touching the Daoist priest, not Meng Fuyao.

Although she had tolerated this time, someone was unable to do so.

After searching the old Daoist priest, it was the little child disciple's turn to be viciously pushed. However, when the guard pushed the child, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his left hand, but it was just a slight pain as if he were bitten by an ant, so he paid no heed to it.

After that, when he searched the old man, the fingers on his left hand seemed to feel slightly numb, but it was for a fleeting moment.

The feeling was too faint, and the guard was annoyed and busy; hence, he didn't care much about these few people who didn't even carry any water.

Three days later, this guard's hands would rot away. Of course, this was an unrelated piece of news.

Finally, it was Tie Cheng's turn. Since the servant was carrying a huge bag, the bag naturally had to be searched carefully. The guard opened the bag to reveal several worn-out Daoist robes, cooking utensils, faded yellow talismans, a wooden sword, and several other miscellaneous items. After searching through the items and not noticing anything valuable, he threw the bundle aside with a huff.

The bag sailed through the air, spilling its contents all over the ground. Meng Fuyao reached out to grab the bag, but the guard turned around at that moment and noticed that a corner of the bag looked unusual.

He immediately intercepted the bag and reached into it, fishing out a black thing.

”Aha, what is this? A cat?”

Afraid of being found out, Lord Yuan Bao stiffened in the guard's hand and rolled its eyes. 'Don't insult me by calling me a cat!'

”Officer, that is a little Daoist Demon Subduing Mouse!” Meng Fuyao hurried over.

”Demon Subduing Mouse?” The guard guffawed and squeezed so tightly that Lord Yuan Bao let out a squeak.

”Ah, please stop it!” Meng Fuyao shouted, ”That is my rice bowl… Officer, please have mercy!”

”Do you think I'll stop just because you say so?” The guard glared at Meng Fuyao and dangled Lord Yuan Bao by the ears. ”I've heard of Demon Subduing Cat, but I've never heard of a Demon Subduing Mouse, how does it work? Can it help us find those bastard murderers?”

'Damnit!'

'You must be looking for death!'

Meng Fuyao's anger began to bubble as she glared icily at the guard; in that instant, the guard felt a throbbing pain on his finger. Lord Yuan Bao had bitten off half his finger!

He shouted in pain and flung Lord Yuan Bao away. Lord Yuan Bao flew into the air and disappeared in the corner of the wall.

”Beat them up!”

The guard cradled his bloody finger and howled, pointing at Meng Fuyao and the others. Several large guards immediately launched themselves at her.

Meng Fuyao retreated a step back, curling her fingers. Even if she was gravely injured, it would only take a few minutes to settle these bastards!

However, from the corner of her eye, she noticed that all of the guards were already looking towards their direction.

The Amethyst Cape Knights were drawn by the noise and were coming down to take a look.

The majority of the Amethyst Cape Knights were congregated within fifty miles of where she was and would be able to rush over within a single period.

She thought of the injuries on herself and Zhangsun Wuji. She needed the precious three days to recover.

She thought of the promise she had sworn in the cave on Donglan Mountain.

Tolerate! She had to tolerate through this.

'One day, I'll return this to you tenfold!'

'Whatever I've suffered will be returned a hundredfold!'