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Hearing the shout, Mo Shu still spoke to Mo Lin in a calm tone, "You all go ahead. Let me take care of this matter. You are my disciples; how can I bear to watch you die like this?"
After finishing his words, he looked at the shattered remains of the corpse at his feet. Although his tone remained steady, the hand gripping his cane was creaking under pressure.
"Are you still debating who should stay behind to die?! Let me tell you, none of you will escape; you will all die!" Er Ye burst into loud laughter. At that moment, his cheeks were marred by chaotic black lines resembling branches, as if the power within him had driven him mad.
"Quickly go, take Shen Xu and the others and leave..." Mo Shu stepped between Er Ye and Mo Lin, glancing back at Mo Yu and the others, saying, "You shouldn’t die. Live well, live on!"
"We all shouldn’t die! The one who deserves to die is Er Ye! That beast!" I glared with swollen eyes filled with hatred.
Hearing my voice, Mo Shu turned his gaze toward me, concern etched on his face. "Buddy, I know you can't accept this reality right now, but no matter what, remember my words: don’t let hatred consume your kind heart! Go!"
With that command, Mo Shu swung his cane fiercely. In an instant, a slender sword resembling a willow branch shot out from the cane, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that pushed me and everyone else aside.
Seeing this, Er Ye laughed maniacally and lunged at Mo Shu. There was a clang as Er Ye's attack was blocked by Mo Shu's slender sword. He then turned to look at the scattered people around him and shouted with a frown, "Why aren’t you leaving yet?!"
"I won’t leave! Even if it means perishing together with him, I won’t go!"
Mo Lin and Mo Yu knew they couldn’t disobey their master’s orders. They hurriedly stood up and helped the fallen Hu Fang, Death Apostle, and Li Zhisheng to their feet. "Since Master has said this much, we should hurry and leave. We can’t waste his efforts; if we stay here any longer, we will all die."
"If you know you're going to die, why not fight for it? Do you really want to watch your master die?!"
Mo Lin ignored my words and quickly rushed in front of me, lifting me onto his back. He then called out to everyone as he ran towards the breach in the wall.
"Let me go! Let me go!" I struggled desperately, but it was futile. Not only were my bones shattered all over, but he also held my arms tightly against his chest; with my current strength, I couldn’t move at all.
"Master, take care!" Mo Lin shouted as he dashed out. At that moment, I felt warm droplets hitting my skin from the arm resting against his chest.
Mo Lin was crying. He knew that staying behind meant certain death for Master, yet he resolutely took us away. Perhaps it wasn’t just about obeying their master’s orders; they understood why it was crucial to save me.
Thinking of this made me want to slap myself. They were all grieving too; yet for the greater good, they had no choice but to sacrifice themselves. Didn’t they feel sad? They were human too!
I quietly stayed on Mo Lin's back, no longer uttering a word, just bumping along with his steps.
"Shen Xu, be strong. The dead cannot return, and we who are alive must complete what they left unfinished."
Hearing the voice, I turned my head and saw that Death Apostle had caught up with us. His eyes were filled with tears, but his gaze was resolute.
Looking at him, I had no words; I simply nodded slightly.
We traveled in silence, and under the protection of the Slayers, we fought our way out of the Yang Master's underground palace. Just as we were nearing the exit, something strange caught my attention, making me feel a bit odd.
A person dressed in black, wearing a straw hat, brushed past us and ran toward the room where Er Ye and Mo Shu were. It seemed that no one else noticed him except for me.
I strained to see his face, but the brim of his hat was pulled low, obscuring his features. I could only vaguely sense a familiar aura emanating from him. This aura was different from the Killing Intent or Void Spirit that Gu Kai or other Yang Masters exuded; it was something deeper and indescribable.
Although this feeling surprised me for a moment, the sorrow in my heart and the intense pain in my body quickly overshadowed it.
Before long, we burst out of the "palace." The long-lost sunlight gently warmed my skin, easing some of the grief in my heart and the pain in my body. However, among the dozen or so Slayers who had rushed in to save me, only five remained, including Mo Lin and Mo Yu. Even Li Zhisheng and Hu Fang, who had followed closely behind us out of the palace, were injured.
"Big Brother, what do we do now?" asked one of the younger Slayers to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin glanced at the other seven; they all bore injuries to varying degrees. Aside from himself, none of them could escape on their own. They would soon be caught by Yang Master's people.
At that moment, Mo Lin seemed to notice something. He turned his gaze toward the vehicle that Er Ye had initially brought me here in and asked, "Who knows how to steal a car?!"
As soon as he spoke, the female Slayer who had been bickering with Li Zhisheng earlier replied, "Mo Lin, is this really the time for jokes? Since Master taught us to be virtuous, who would have had the chance to learn how to steal a car?"
"In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are necessary. I'm left with no choice! Look at our current state; if we don't escape quickly, we'll be in trouble..."
Before Mo Lin could finish speaking, a loud explosion echoed from within Yang Master's "palace," followed by the sound of collapsing rubble. It seemed that Mo Shu and Er Ye were fighting fiercely inside; this "palace" would soon collapse, likely bringing a swarm of Yang Masters rushing out before it did.
Seeing this, the Slayer who had just called Mo Lin "Big Brother" hesitated and said softly, "I... I can..." He appeared somewhat timid, seemingly afraid that this older brother would scold him.
"Who would have thought that Mo Lin not only didn't blame him but instead said, 'Alright, you quickly take them away. Mo Yun, you go with them too.'" He pointed at the female Death Apostle, indicating that her name was Mo Yun.
After that, we all gathered by the vehicle. The slightly older Death Apostle took the driver's seat, while Mo Lin placed me in the back row of the car and instructed Death Apostle and Hu Fang to take care of me there. Li Zhisheng sat in the front passenger seat.
Seeing that there wasn't enough space, Mo Yun said, "I might as well think of another way to leave with you..." Before she could finish, Mo Lin pushed her into the passenger seat, making her sit directly on Li Zhisheng's lap. "The sooner we leave, the safer it will be. Goodbye, hurry up and go!"
At that moment, sitting on Li Zhisheng's lap, Mo Yun's face instantly turned bright red. Li Zhisheng was at a loss for words, unsure even where to place his hands.
"Big brother, we're leaving first. Take care!" The young Death Apostle in the driver's seat called out to Mo Lin outside the window.
Just as Mo Lin was about to respond, dozens of Yang Masters surged out from the underground palace and charged straight toward us...
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