The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"I'm not a child!!!"

As Ye Xiao and Dong Muge walked out of the tent, Ye Xiao turned to signal Blaze, who was waiting by the tent, to follow.

To everyone's surprise, Blaze stared at Ye Xiao with wide eyes, swallowed hard, and then shook his head.

"No, uncle, I'm saving you!?" Ye Xiao was confused. What did that mean? He had finally managed to get away, so what was going on now?

“It’s alright, I’m with them, they hired me.” Blaise slowly backed away, returning to Arnold’s side.

"what!?"

Ye Xiao sensed something was wrong, but in this tense moment, he didn't have time to think.

If you don't want to go, then so be it. Anyway, the guide was going to lead you here in the first place, and Ye Xiao was already planning to walk the rest of the way on her own.

He brandished his blade, angrily shouting at a group of mercenaries to retreat several meters. Then, he deliberately flicked Eileen on the head, and while the girl was screaming in anger, he grabbed Dong Muge and fled into the woods behind them.

"Boss...is this guy crazy?" The hunter in the green jacket leaned close to Arnold's ear and whispered, his eyes fixed on Ye Xiao's back.

“Who knows?” Arnold said calmly. “Don’t make a fuss, don’t scare the young lady, just get rid of this guy.”

"Ah! He hit me again!!!" The noblewoman clutched her head, tears welling in her eyes. Seeing her group of mercenaries simply surround her, she was furious. "What are you doing?! Grab him!?"

“It’s too dark, Miss,” Arnold said in a low voice. “It would be fine during the day, but right now we need to prioritize your safety.”

……

After running for a while into the woods, Ye Xiao realized that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of chasing him, which made him feel a little relieved. He then turned around to look at Dong Muge.

Dong Muge was also soaked to the bone, and his shirt underneath was even semi-transparent, revealing his fair skin underneath.

A mountain breeze blew by, and the girl couldn't help but sneeze.

Despite the blazing sun during the day, the wind blowing through the valley on autumn nights is still exceptionally cold.

Fortunately, there were many cliffs along the stream, and Ye Xiao soon discovered a cave.

He lit a fire with his staff at the cave entrance, and the intense heat quickly began to dispel the surrounding chill.

He first took off his wet clothes and used tree branches to dry them slowly. Then he took out an identical set of clothes from his unused spatial ring.

"Don't you have any clothes to change into?" Ye Xiao asked, seeing Dong Muge shivering by the fire in wet clothes.

"No...no." The girl shook her head, glistening water droplets clinging to her nose.

"Then don't wear wet clothes. Go into the cave and take them off first, then put this on for now." Ye Xiao said helplessly, taking another cloak from her ring and throwing it onto Dong Muge.

Dong Muge picked up Ye Xiao's clothes and walked into the cave without saying a word.

Tsk, can't you even say thank you?

Ye Xiao used a branch to stir the fire, sending sparks flying everywhere.

After the fire had been burning for a long time, the night grew darker, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and everything around became dim.

Why is it taking so long to take off your clothes? Are you still not out?

Ye Xiao felt something was off. He slowly got up, walked into the cave entrance, and softly called out, "Mu Ge?"

"Dong Muge?"

The sound echoed in the deep cave before sinking into the bottomless darkness.

"Woo——"

The familiar shriek came, but this time, Ye Xiao heard it exceptionally clearly.

It seemed to come from the depths of that cave, echoing, piercing and sharp.

"Tsk." Ye Xiao picked up his staff, cast a fluorescent spell, and a faint light appeared at the tip of the staff before he slowly moved forward along the cave wall.

The azure fluorescence was insufficient to illuminate the depths; only about four to five meters of the path could be vaguely seen. Beyond that, the light seemed to be swallowed by darkness.

Ye Xiao cautiously walked forward. On both sides of the cave walls, there were many sharp but curved stones, like petrified tentacles.

He couldn't quite understand what kind of geographical factors would produce such strangely shaped rocks.

After walking for less than two minutes, Ye Xiao was surprised to find that the narrow path had come to an end, and all he could see was a whole wall of dark black stone.

A dead end?

Ye Xiao thought to herself, "That's strange. Where did Dong Muge go?"

He turned around and suddenly noticed a figure standing quietly at the edge of the fluorescent light's illumination range.

What the hell?

He took two steps forward, but the figure seemed to sense it and took two steps back as well.

blah blah.

Two overlapping footsteps echoed in the cave.

Yo ho?

"Fireball!"

Ye Xiao raised his hand and threw a fireball.

Firelight illuminated the surrounding area, exploding against the black rock face at the far end.

The figure seemed to have never existed, but the path it came from had turned into a stone wall.

The flames subsided, and darkness returned to the surroundings.

“I told you, this is not a place to come.”

A hoarse murmur suddenly sounded from behind. Ye Xiao turned around and saw a thin figure sitting in front of the rock wall with his back to him, holding stones in his hands as if he was smashing something.

"Clap"

"Clap"

The sound echoed through the cave, reminding Ye Xiao of the sound of a cleaver chopping meat in the market.

“I told you… I clearly told you…”

The old man's voice seemed to be choked with sobs. He was only wearing a dark green cloth strip around his crotch, and his back was covered in black mud.

“…Mr. Blaise?” Ye Xiao recognized the voice; it seemed to be the guide who had been kidnapped by the noble mercenary group.

But shouldn't he be by the pool with the mercenaries? Why is he here?

The old man seemed not to hear Ye Xiao's call and continued to smash the stone in his hand.

"Clap"

"Clap"

Ye Xiao slowly approached, holding the staff in his left hand, while his right hand was already under his cloak, pressing on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

When he was only one step away, the old man suddenly stopped smashing, held the stone, and remained motionless as if petrified.

He then raised his hands high, presenting the stone covered with a thick layer of red slurry above his head.

It's like...offering something.

Ye Xiao followed the old man's movements and looked at the stone wall, only to see that a mural had appeared on the originally dark and smooth stone wall at some unknown time.

The mural depicts a human figure draped in a long robe, whose gender is indistinguishable and whose features are obscured, with only a blurry hole in its face.

Around the faceless humanoid figure, a group of tiny humanoid silhouettes knelt, each holding a round object with both hands raised high, in the same posture as the old man in front of the stone wall.

...The God of Light?

Ye Xiao recognized the figure in the painting; it was exactly the same as the magnificent statue he had seen in the sanctuary.

But in the dark and gloomy cave, the god of light depicted by these black lines gives people a strange sense of eeriness. His face without features is like a deep black hole, seemingly able to suck away people's souls.

"God...please forgive me..."

The old man suddenly shouted, knelt down, moved forward, and pressed his face against the mural.

The face of the "God of Light" writhed and enlarged, like a dark vortex, slowly sucking the old man's wrinkled head into the wall.

"God!..."

"Great God! Accept my repentance!..."

The old man, with half his head embedded in the wall, trembled and roared, his voice betraying neither excitement nor terror.

"Mr. Blaise!?"

Ye Xiao hurriedly stepped forward, but hesitated for a moment and still didn't dare to touch the old man's body. Instead, he waved his staff to summon a gust of wind that dragged the old man's body backward.

However, to his surprise, the woman easily dragged his body away.

I managed to drag it, but I didn't expect it to break so easily.

With a soft "plop," a black fluid gushed out from a torn neck. Ye Xiao managed to dodge in time, preventing the fluid from splashing all over him.

Looking at the emaciated, headless body lying on the ground, Ye Xiao felt a mix of emotions.

The hollow face on the mural is still expanding, as if it wants to devour everything around it.

Ye Xiao instinctively stepped back, only to find her heels hitting the cold wall.

He turned around and saw a stone wall behind him.

The once winding and secluded tunnel suddenly became a cramped space with nowhere to retreat.

"What the hell."

Ye Xiao cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. He watched as the face of the "God of Light" twisted and grew like the oil painting "The Scream," eventually swallowing everything around him.

In an instant, everything was plunged into darkness.

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Lyra Basin

Leaving aside the dangers Ye Xiao encountered in the cave.

By the morning of the second day, the noble mercenary squad had also reached the top of Lyra Peak and set up a temporary camp.

"May the Holy Maiden protect us."

Beside the pool, the noblewoman Eileen Maltz clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly towards the water.

"Pfft, Eileen, everyone else prays to the God of Light, why are you praying to the Holy Maiden?" Her best friend Milana teased from the side.

“The God of Light can’t be seen or touched, but the Holy Maiden is right there. Praying to her is much more effective,” Eileen said dismissively. “Besides, just imagining the Holy Maiden’s beauty is enough to make one feel happy.”

"Then why didn't I see you go to listen to the saint's sermons on Sundays?" Milana applied ointment to her lips while looking at the water.

"It's because we couldn't get in line!" Eileen pursed her lips. "It makes me so angry. I could have been in line, but if it weren't for that damn Andre Devin wasting so much time ahead of me!"

“Young Miss.” A deep, magnetic male voice rang out, and Arnold, wearing a walrus leather trench coat, walked over. “It’s time to set off.”

"Has that scoundrel from last night still not been caught?" Eileen stood up, took Arnold's hand, and mounted his horse.

“After sunrise, we searched the surrounding area and only found an extinguished fire and some clothes in a nearby clearing.” Arnold shook his head. “It’s deep in the mountains and forests, and with so few people, it would be difficult to track them down if they wanted to escape.”

"Tsk." Eileen pouted in dissatisfaction.

"What's going on, old man? Lead the way!" Just then, a shout came from behind.

But then they saw the mercenary captain, Hansa, shoving the old guide named Blaise, his face full of anger.

"What's going on?" Arnold stepped forward and asked.

"I don't know what's wrong with this guy, he absolutely refuses to continue leading the way."

Blaise's wrinkled, gaunt face was filled with worry. "We really can't go any further, sirs."

"Just lead the way as I tell you to," Arnold said, somewhat displeased.

“We’ve reached the entrance to Lyre Peak, sirs. The person who hired me only told me to take you this far,” Blaise said, his voice trembling slightly. “Ahead lies the forbidden territory.”

“I’ve been an adventurer for ten years, and I’m sick of the word ‘forbidden.’” Arnold grabbed the old man’s withered shoulders. “If you don’t want to lead the way, I remember you seem to have a granddaughter?”

"No, sir, I'll take it... I'll take it..."

Blaise, left with no other option, took the reins.

"Maybe we should forget it, Arnold." Eileen, riding on horseback, frowned slightly as she looked at the old man. "I doubt he knows the road ahead very well either."

“As someone in a position of power, showing mercy to the common people is completely unnecessary, young lady,” Arnold smiled.