Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1954
"Go!"

"Go get her back!"

Bring who back?
Who is that little girl calling her?
Ying Baoyue didn't know, but an inexplicable impulse drove her.There seemed to be a piece missing in her heart, and she needed this thing to fill it.

Every time she heard that voice, she was extremely eager to find the owner of that voice.

"No, I'm going to get it back."

Ying Baoyue looked at the quagmire in front of her, and suddenly struggled violently, reaching out her hand to the quagmire on the ground desperately.

Chunyuye frowned, and just when Ying Baoyue's fingertips were about to touch the mud, he finally did what he had been wanting to do since last night but hadn't been able to.

Chunyuye flew up a knife and slammed it on the back of Ying Baoyue's neck.

"Chun..."

Ying Baoyue's eyes darkened, and her body fell limply.

"Finally knocked out."

Chunyuye squatted down, looking at the woman who was finally able to obediently stay by his side with a complicated expression.

Even though everyone was knocked out, Ying Baoyue's fingertips still stretched stiffly towards the mud.

Rather than saying it was sudden hysteria, it was more like some kind of instinctive drive.

Thinking of what she said before she fainted, Chunyu Ye's eyes flickered.

There's a little girl trapped in the grounds of a Buddhist monastery?

It's not that Buddhist temples don't know how to kidnap women, but Buddhist temples generally don't lock captives underground.The punishment hall is on the ground, whether it is to torture or interrogate, it will bring people to the ground.

Besides, even if a woman was really trapped underground, how did Ying Baoyue hear the movement?
Chunyuye frowned, no matter how sensitive Ying Baoyue's five senses were, it was impossible for him to surpass his level of heaven, and he never heard any sound from the beginning to the end.

Chunyuye narrowed her eyes, assuming that Ying Baoyue hadn't lied or had hallucinations, and someone really called her underground, then that thing underground... probably wasn't a person.

Chunyu Ye's eyes darkened, no matter what it was, he would never let Ying Baoyue go back and look for it now.

Chunyuye looked down at the woman in his arms, and stood up holding Ying Baoyue.

He carefully placed her on the horse's back, and adjusted her position so that he was leaning against his arms.

"drive!"

The dark-clouded horse glanced at the people around him, and ran after Chunyuye's horse.

The two horses ran away.

……

……

Ying Baoyue had a very confusing dream. She dreamed of a dark and deep underground passage, and she walked down step by step on damp stone steps.

At the end of the stone steps was a pool of blood. A thinly dressed girl was trapped underground, with her arms bound in chains and her lower body soaked in blood.

She was in a trance, and the pool of blood turned into black mud.

"you……"

Ying Baoyue saw that she seemed to be possessed by a demon, and walked towards the girl step by step, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The chain vibrated slightly, and the girl whose lower body was soaked in the black mud slowly raised her head.

"I am……"

The moment the girl raised her head, the picture in front of Ying Baoyue suddenly turned white and disappeared, and an anxious voice rang in her ear.

"Hold the moon? Are you okay?"

As if someone had punched her head, Ying Baoyue slowly opened her eyes.

Murong Heng's anxious face appeared in front of her eyes.

"Ah...Heng?"

"It's me," Murong Heng grabbed her outstretched hand, held a cold handkerchief in his hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "What did you dream about? Take a breath."

He was so frightened that he almost missed the connection just now.

"nightmare?"

Ying Baoyue repeated in a daze, she opened her eyes wide, and suddenly found that there were no scars on Murong Heng's body.

"Ah Heng, is your injury healed?"

"Well, thanks to the antidote you brought back, it's already healed," Murong Heng sat up straight, looking at her with eyes full of guilt.

"Really? That's fine."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Baoyue's mouth, looking around.

"here it is……"

She found that she was lying in Chun Yuye's black tent, but the furnishings in the tent seemed to have changed, becoming brighter and airier.

Ying Baoyue's last memory is the memory of being knocked out by Chunyuye. She smiled wryly and looked at Murong Heng, "Ah Heng, how long have I been asleep?"

"Three days and nights."

Murong Heng looked at her and said, with an extremely complicated expression.

Three days ago, when Ying Baoyue was unconsciously carried back by Chunyuye, he was startled.Although Chunyuye said that Ying Baoyue didn't have too many traumas on her body, and that the reason why she fell asleep was because she was too tired, he was still worried, and when the wound on her body healed enough to be able to walk, he would stay here to guard her.

"so long?"

Ying Baoyue was stunned, touched the back of her sore neck, and frowned, did that bastard Chun Yuye strike so hard?
"You've been terrified of not being able to wake up," Murong Heng helped her to sit up. "How is your body? Is there any pain?"

Ying Baoyue shook her head. Apart from a headache, she didn't feel any discomfort.

If there was anything wrong, it was an inexplicable emptiness in my heart.

Thinking of the voice she heard before leaving the monastery, Ying Baoyue gritted her teeth.

Strange to say, just after leaving that position, the urge to go back disappeared in her heart.

Thinking back carefully, she also felt that her reaction at that time was very strange. Could it be that she had some kind of illusion at that time?
Ying Baoyue shook her head, and buried the voice she heard in her heart.

That little girl's voice...does it really exist, or is it a trap in the Buddhist monastery?

She didn't know, and at the same time, she also knew that since Chunyu Ye forcibly brought her back, she would not be able to go to the Buddhist monastery in a short time.

Ying Baoyue buried this matter deeply in her heart, at this moment she suddenly remembered something and started searching around her.

"Are you looking for this?"

Murong Heng handed her a long sword with complex and unspeakable eyes.

"Congratulations, I heard that you pulled out this sword."

"Thank you," Ying Baoyue took the Juque and breathed a sigh of relief.

She stretched out her hand to pull it out, and sure enough, she found that the edge of the sword had become stiff again, not as smooth as when she pulled it out in the Buddhist temple.

Speaking of which, when she pulled out the sword in the Buddhist monastery, she inexplicably felt that there was an extra power in her body, and this power merged with her original power, and she pulled out the sword.

But as soon as she left that position, that power disappeared.

Ying Baoyue clenched the scabbard tightly, her eyes darkened.

"Embracing the moon?"

Murong Heng asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Ying Baoyue shook her head, but found that Murong Heng was staring at her.

He looked around, grabbed her hand hidden under the quilt, and quickly wrote a line of words in her palm.

"My sister found me."

Murong Heng's sister?

Ying Baoyue was shocked, and suddenly raised her head to look at him.

Murong Heng looked at her without saying a word, but his fingers kept sliding on her palm.

"My sister said that she knows where what you are looking for is. Let you contact Ji Jiashu tonight."

(End of this chapter)