I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Pah, pah, let's go."

With the help of the log, Moriji emerged from the crack in the rock, covered in mud. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak to move.

"What happened?"

The log dragged him to the grass and put him down. Only then did Senji realize something was wrong. He looked around and saw that there were more than a dozen people who went in, but only four people came out.

The key issue is that they couldn't get anything out of the tank, and more than a dozen people died in vain.

"You bastard!"

He slammed his fist into the ground, and just as he was about to speak, he saw his subordinate standing in front of him suddenly tremble, foam at the mouth, and collapse to the ground. A black bat burst out of his body.

"Not good, let's go!" Yuanmu's expression changed drastically. He waved his hand lightly, killing the charging black bat, and dragged Senji back.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Moriji stared in horror at the assassin lying on the ground. He would never forget the moment the black bat burst out of his body.

He reached out and touched his chest, where he had been bitten by a black bat while in the ancient tomb.

Thinking of this, he trembled like a leaf: "It's over, am I going to die?"

"Quickly, let's get back to camp."

As they walked back with Moriji, they saw the bodies of several of their men who had been waiting outside.

"They're all dead; it must have been Xu Yuan's doing."

"That bastard, it's Xu Yuan again, I'm going to kill him."

Moriji was furious, his fists clenched, and he regarded Xu Yuan as his greatest enemy.

Back at the camp, Moriji began to examine himself, but after a lot of effort, he couldn't find the right medicine.

"Master Yuanmu, I would like to trouble you to go and find Songyang. He has the pills I need in his medicine pavilion."

"Only if I get the pills he has, might I survive."

The log took the list from Moriji, carefully examined it from top to bottom, and nodded emphatically.

"I'll be right there, hang in there."

Even if it means being tied up, I'll bring Matsubara here.

Before leaving, Yuanmu reminded his apprentices to be wary of Xu Yuan and his group, who might appear at any time.

Two hours later, Yuanmu appeared in the camp tent with a reluctant-looking Master Songyang.

Just as the original wood said, Songyang was brought here by kidnapping.

Songyang, dressed in a Taoist robe, had a sallow complexion. He hadn't slept a wink since being defeated by Xuyuan last time, feeling both resentful and ashamed.

Since Xu Yuan left, his once bustling medicine pavilion has been deserted, not even by the Song family.

"Quickly untie Master Songyang."

Moriji's face turned purple, but he showed a slight politeness when he saw Matsuo's bound hands.

"Master, you are probably the only one who can save me now."

Please help me, I promise I won't treat you unfairly.

"I can also send someone from China to deliver the medicinal herbs you mentioned before."

Song Yang raised his chin expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

That day at the Medicine Pavilion, Xu Yuan implanted something into his body, warning him that he would be punished for doing bad things.

He had been studying what that thing was for the past few days, and even tried to force out that true energy, but all his attempts ended in failure.

Matsuyo didn't know what Moriji and the others were doing before, but after walking into this area today, he could roughly guess some of it.

What's the difference between treating someone from the Chrysanthemum Country and being a traitor?

Absolutely not.

Seeing his silent refusal, Moriji's patience completely vanished, and he gave Haruki a look.

Yuanmu raised his pistol and pressed it against Songyang's head: "To treat or not to treat?"

"If you just nod, you'll be an honored guest of my Chrysanthemum Kingdom."

If you shake your head, I'll smash your head open right now.

Song Yang stood still, neither nodding nor shaking his head: "You can treat illnesses yourself, why do you need to come to me?"

"Nonsense, if I could cure it, I wouldn't need to come to you."

Moriji completely revealed his true colors, his expression ferocious: "You've refined so many pills, I don't believe that not a single one of them is useful to me."

He had previously befriended Daoist Songyang because of the medicinal pills from the Medicine Pill Pavilion.

However, he still hadn't figured out how the pills were made.

He was also unclear about the effects of the elixir.

Songyang felt the dark muzzle of the gun staring at his head, his gaze flashing across Moriji's face.

"With this kind of poison, coupled with the invasion of evil spirits into your body, you won't live much longer. I can't cure you."

"Believe it or not, I'll shoot you right now."

Yuanmu pushed the gun forward slightly, while Songyang stood still.

"If you've got the guts, kill me right now."

Even if you kill me, I can't save you.

"you…"

Moriji raised his hand to stop Haruki's movements, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and he could barely lift his eyelids as he looked at Matsuoka.

"Tell me, is there any way to relieve the pain now?"

His eyes were starting to get bloodshot, and he was becoming increasingly disoriented.

The doctor's experience told him that it wouldn't be long before his body would completely lose control of itself.

Song Yang pondered for a long time: "Perhaps only he can give it a try."

"Who is he?" Yuanmu angrily demanded of Songyang, "What's his name?"

Matsuyo didn't answer, but just quietly looked at Moriji, who immediately understood.

"You mean making a wish?"

"I've ended up like this because of him, and you still want him to save me?" Mori clenched his hands tightly, the veins bulging slightly.

"What did you say?" Songyang thought he had misheard.

"Is this what you're like because of your wish?"

"That's right, the wish you mentioned is right here."

He was inside when we entered the tomb. We almost killed him, just a hair's breadth away.

Yuanmu spoke of this with deep regret.

Xu Yuan almost died in the ancient tomb, but he still managed to sneak away.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing I can do." Song Yang accepted it calmly, his eyes slightly closed. "Go ahead and shoot."

Moriji looked at Matsuoka and, seeing that Matsuoka's resolute expression didn't seem to be deceiving him, waved to the woodworker, signaling him to put away his pistol.

"If that's the case, then we have no choice but to go find him."

"Mori-kun, I'll go and tie him up."

Yuanmu turned to leave: "I don't believe I can't handle a mere young man."

"etc!"

Moriji called out to the furious Haruki and coughed lightly twice.

"It's not about kidnapping, it's about inviting."

"What?"

"Go and invite Mr. Wishing to come and treat the patient."

Mori lay on the bed, all his previous hostility gone: "Go and invite them with both emotion and reason."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Master Songyang, to make this trip. You're a compassionate healer; I think you'll at least grant me some request, right?"

Yuanmu didn't understand what Senji meant. The two families were fighting to the death, so why would he come to ask Xuyuan to treat him?

Using some forceful measures might be possible.

Inside a cave on the hillside, wisps of smoke rose from a fire, and a blackened rabbit sat on a bonfire. Xu Yuan sat beside it, drooling impatiently.

"Brother Xuyuan, who is your master on Mount Tailing?" Qingben asked curiously.

Xu Yuan stared at the roasted rabbit meat and smiled, "I can't say."

Kiyomoto asked several questions in a row, but Xu Yuan either didn't know or couldn't answer, so he didn't get any useful information.

Qingzhen quietly roasted the rabbit meat, occasionally glancing outside the cave.

"The people sent down from above will arrive no earlier than tomorrow."

"If Moriji and his group act today, we'll be in big trouble."