bookbashuk Chapter 109 Hiding
Chapter 109 Hiding
Su San's vines are becoming increasingly sparse.
Zhao Fan could clearly see that the dark green vines that had sprouted from the ground were thinner than before, and their barbs were no longer sharp.
Su San's face was frighteningly pale, and cold sweat poured down her forehead. Every time she activated the vines, her body would sway.
The bag of spirit stones hanging from his waist had already been crushed into several pieces by him.
He had been seriously injured before.
After escaping, there was no time to heal their wounds, or even to catch their breath, before they plunged directly into battle.
Now he is desperately activating his magic, burning his own life force.
At this moment, in Zhao Fan's eyes, the aura around Su San was so thin that it was about to dissipate.
And it wasn't just Su San; from the moment they decided to fight back, the aura around the three of them grew increasingly thin.
"Third Uncle!"
Su Ziyan also noticed something was wrong, and her voice became distorted with anxiety.
Su San didn't turn around. He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, and held a few blood-stained seeds in his hands.
Upon seeing these seeds, Su Zixin and Su Ziyan felt a chill in their hearts.
The big man frowned, finally perking up as he sensed something.
"Walk!"
Su San roared, his voice so hoarse it no longer sounded like his own.
After saying this, he clasped his hands together, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The next moment, the seed in Su San's hand grew instantly, and the root of the seed pierced into Su San's body, covering his entire body.
New vines sprouted from the palm of his hand. These vines were not thick and had a hint of scarlet on them.
The burly man sensed something amiss and immediately took action. He patted his storage bag, and a blood-red broadsword flew out instantly, arriving in front of Su San in the next instant and slashing straight down.
However, before the broadsword could fall, the vines in Su San's palm shot out like lightning, binding the broadsword tightly.
Seeing this, the big man immediately retreated.
However, it was too late. Countless vines swept down from mid-air towards the burly man, blocking all his escape routes.
The big man immediately threw a punch, trying to smash the vines.
But this time the vines were completely different from before. Each vine was exceptionally tough. He threw more than ten punches, but only managed to break a few vines.
As the surrounding vines drew closer, the burly man formed hand seals, and the ghostly figure on his body reappeared, quickly scanning the surrounding area.
This ghostly figure was incredibly powerful; wherever it passed, vines snapped in two.
As many vines broke off, Su San's face grew increasingly pale, but he did not retreat. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood essence and summoned even more vines.
Finally, a large number of vines converged, tightly wrapping the big man in a large green cocoon.
At this point, Su San let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and completely fainted.
"Third Uncle!"
When Su Ziyan saw Su San fall, he immediately rushed over.
Only when he felt that Su San still had a faint pulse did he feel a little relieved.
"Let's get out of here now!"
Su Zixin was worried, but she didn't show it. She just urged the others to run away quickly.
At the same time, she raised her long sword and severed all the roots connecting Su San to her body.
Zhao Fan carried Su San on his back, and the four of them turned and ran wildly through the forest.
Su San on Zhao Fan's back was no longer making a sound; only her faint breathing proved that she was still alive.
Su Ziyan's legs were trembling, and he limped as he ran. His left leg was swollen badly from being hit by the big man's punch earlier.
Su Zixin's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth, but she actually looked better than Su Ziyan.
Zhao Fan ran while desperately looking around.
He was looking at the air currents; he had never needed those eyes so desperately since he had acquired them.
He needed to find a way to survive, he needed a direction, he needed any guidance that would allow them to live.
But the surrounding airflow was chaotic.
It's not that there aren't any, it's that there are too many, too mixed, and too chaotic. Those air currents are like turbulent river water, all sorts of colors and directions intertwined, while the air currents on them are incredibly thin, making it impossible to form any useful guidance.
The burly man's bloody aura still surged behind him, like a thick fog, stirring up all the air currents.
All Zhao Fan could see was a chaotic scene and a few faint, almost extinguished wisps of air belonging to them.
At this moment, Zhao Fan had no energy to pay attention to Xiao Er, who was struggling incessantly in the spirit beast bag. He let it push open the bag and jump out.
Upon seeing Xiao Er, Zhao Fan's previously dim eyes suddenly lit up.
The aura emanating from Xiao Er remained as thick as ever, and in mid-air, it swept along with the faint aura of the others towards a certain place in the mountains.
Zhao Fan did not hesitate and immediately spoke.
"Follow me!"
After saying that, Zhao Fan followed the airflow and ran towards the ravine.
Su Zixin and Su Ziyan had no other choice but to keep up with Zhao Fan's pace.
After walking a distance, Xiao Er, who was running, suddenly stopped.
It crouched under an old tree in front of it, turned to look at Zhao Fan, and called out softly.
Zhao Fan strode forward and followed the waiter's gaze.
It was an ancient tree that had been growing for countless years. Its trunk was so thick that it would take three or four people to encircle it, and its roots were gnarled and intertwined, forming a huge bulge in the soil.
Between the tree roots, there is a gap half-hidden by vines and withered leaves, just big enough for a person to squeeze in sideways.
He crouched down and looked inside. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't tell how deep it was, but a faint smell of earth wafted out. There was no stench of wild animals or the smell of decay.
"Go in."
Zhao Fan made a decisive decision.
Without hesitation, Su Zixin was the first to squeeze in sideways.
Zhao Fan put Su San down from his back and carefully handed her to her.
Then came Su Ziyan. His leg was badly injured, and he gasped in pain when he crawled in, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.
Finally, it was Zhao Fan's turn. He looked back at the path he had come from. The forest was quiet; there was no sound of pursuers or the rustling of vines.
The big man didn't know when he would catch up; maybe the next moment, maybe never.
He bent down and crawled inside, with Xiao Er following closely behind. Xiao Er used his nose to push aside the withered leaves outside the hole, covering the last traces.
The space inside was larger than I had imagined. Tree roots had formed a natural dome here, and the soil was compacted, allowing four people to sit comfortably.
Su Zixin had already laid Su San down and was feeding him healing pills.
Su San's face was no longer white, but a sallow color. Her lips were bloodless, and her breathing was so shallow that it was almost imperceptible.
Zhao Fan leaned against the tree root, panting heavily.
His arms were still trembling; the numbness from the punch he received from the big man hadn't subsided yet.
He lowered his head and looked at the aura emanating from Xiao Er's body.
Rich and stable, like a quietly flowing stream.
Compared to the flickering candle on Zhao Fan's body that could go out at any moment, it was like two completely different worlds.
He suddenly recalled the scene when he first met Xiao Er. In that cave, among the three Blood Shadow Wolf cubs, only Xiao Er was surrounded by the densest aura.
He didn't know what it meant at the time; he just chose it on instinct.
Although he was not clear about it now, he vaguely felt that what this energy flow revealed was something like luck or destiny.
After a short rest, Zhao Fan immediately took out four Concealment Talismans from his storage bag, distributing one to each person. At the same time, he activated the Netherworld Mirror, enveloping all four of them within it.