Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 260: Chasing the Seal of the Void

The mountain wind was howling, and Meng Ning raised the Three True Chasing Sky Seal with an expressionless face and pointed it at the foreheads of Hu Dasheng and Jin Miao.

The next moment, a red light flashed, passing through the two figures. Then, Meng Ning whispered in their ears.

"Now, use your magical powers. I want to play a game of hide and seek with you."

“I’ll give you ten seconds to run away. After ten seconds, I will chase you at my fastest speed.

Anyone who is caught by me first will die!"

When Hu Dasheng heard that Meng Ning did not release the two men directly, her face turned red. She clenched her teeth and muttered softly.

"You shameless villain! Didn't you say you would let us go? You are so fast, how could we escape?"

Hu Dasheng's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

However, a sneer appeared on Meng Ning's lips, and the next moment, his eyes turned cold.

"10"

"Wow...you are a bully and you don't keep your word."

"9"

Meng Ning's voice rang out again, like a death warrant, causing Hu Dasheng's face to turn pale quickly.

Jin Miao's body was also trembling slightly, but she knew that this cold-faced handsome young man with white hair did not seem to be joking at this moment. This was their last chance to escape.

If they delay any longer, they will surely die.

The next moment, she took a deep breath, grabbed Hu Dasheng's hand, turned around and ran.

The figures of the two people quickly became smaller in the mountains and forests, leaving only the sound of the wind whistling in everyone's ears.

Meng Ning looked at the direction they left and yelled.

"Run faster, I'll catch up soon."

After hearing Meng Ning's words, the two people in the distance sped up again.

Meng Ning stayed where he was, watching the two men disappear completely. Of course, he would not really chase them, he just wanted to scare them.

Then he turned around and spread his hands to everyone, "OK, the problem is solved."

Seeing this, Hai Shan shook his head and said, "Since those two didn't harm anyone, there's no need to scare them like this. The people of Qianji Pavilion are actually well-known for being upright in the cultivation world."

Meng Ning's lips curled up slightly when he heard this. "If Brother Hai knew how I usually act, he would be surprised that I let him off the hook today."

At the same time, Hu Dasheng and Jin Miao were running away frantically. They didn't dare to look back, they just kept running, as if Meng Ning behind them was an evil ghost.

The branches left bloody marks on their faces, but they were unaware of it. Time seemed to stop in fear, until their legs could no longer support them and they were forced to stop.

Hu Dasheng panted and sat down on the grass. She looked back and was relieved to see that Meng Ning did not chase her.

Looking around, they realized that they had already fled far away from where they were.

"Sis, how long have we been running?"

Jin Miao slumped down on the ground, gasping for breath, "I don't know... It feels like a lifetime has passed."

Hu Dasheng wiped the sweat off his face and suddenly remembered something, "Wait, it seems that my sister left a tracking mark on us before leaving. Why is there nothing unusual on our bodies?"

Hearing this, Jin Miao also became alert. The two began to carefully examine each other's bodies, and finally found the barely perceptible mark on the chest.

"This shameless rapist!" Hu Dasheng cursed angrily, his face flushed red.

Jin Miao also blushed, "You are so young, but you know so much."

Then the two looked at each other and saw anger and shame in each other's eyes, but more of it was the relief of surviving the disaster.

"Sister, what should we do now? Should we go back to our sect to report, or continue to follow those people?"

Jin Miao frowned and thought for a moment: "Let's go back to the sect and report first."

She really didn't dare to provoke Meng Ning, the killer.

Hu Dasheng was deflated when he heard this: "What a pity, those guys got away.

We haven't completed the task of marking them yet, and we have lost track of them. Will the owner teach us a lesson?"

Jin Miao raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a sly smile: "Don't worry.

Although the task of marking has not been completed, it does not mean that we know nothing about the whereabouts of that little pervert."

Hu Dasheng's eyes lit up: "Sister, do you have any backup plan?"

Jin Miao nodded and lowered his voice and said, "I overheard their conversation at the gathering earlier. It seems that those people are going to Yangzhou City."

Upon hearing the news, Hu Dasheng clenched his fists excitedly: "Great! Now that we know their whereabouts, we can go back to Qianji Pavilion to get people for revenge. I will definitely ask the owner to skin and rip the tendons off this little pervert in white!"

Jin Miao looked around cautiously and said softly, "We have to be careful and go back to Qianji Pavilion to find the owner first. I always feel that the little boy is not simple."

Hu Dasheng nodded in agreement: "Sister is right. Let's go back and report first, and then we can make a long-term plan."

The two looked at each other, and then rushed towards the Qianji Pavilion in tacit understanding.

At the same time, on Louzhong Street in Shuanglou Town, the gathering of Dharma seekers was slowly coming to an end.

The woman in green with a Zhong Kui mask hanging around her waist quietly packed up the items in her stall, and her slender fingers gently brushed over each unsold item.

She lowered her head and counted the harvest from this big fair, her brows unconsciously frowned.

"One... two... three..." she murmured to herself, with a hint of loss in her voice.

Finally, seven Shuanglou coins were neatly placed in front of her. Converted, it was only 70 taels of silver.

The woman in green sighed and calculated in her mind: deduct the cost of the goods, which is 30 taels, and the tribute to the master, which is 20 taels, and the stall, which is 10 taels...

"There are only 10 taels of silver left." She murmured softly, and her cute and pretty face suddenly became sad.

10 taels of silver may be a lot for ordinary people, but for a seeker of Dharma, it is just a drop in the bucket.

The green-clothed woman looked up at the sky, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. You know, this little money can't even buy a few good cinnabars, let alone those rare cultivation resources.

"It will be better next time."

She comforted herself softly, although the results this time were not as good as she expected, practice is never smooth sailing.

Thinking of this, she gently stroked the mask around her waist, then raised the mask in front of her eyes and pointed it at the sky.

The sunlight shone through the patterns on the mask, casting mottled shadows on her face.

"I never expected that someone would be willing to pay more than 5000 taels of silver for you."

The woman's tone was a little proud, but soon turned to helplessness. "Isn't it a little stupid that I didn't sell you?"

The woman sighed and frowned slightly. She looked down at the mask, but soon her eyes became firm again.

"No, I will never sell you out. Never!"

She held the mask against her chest for a long moment before tying it back around her waist.

"Oh... I can only go back to the sect first." She murmured to herself, "I have to see if there are any tasks I can take. If I continue like this, I won't even have enough money to buy the materials for the spells."

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