The Six-Armed Tyrant Dragon had vanished, while the blood-drenched gravestone still stood upon the ground.
Little Carrot stopped crying. She stood there in a daze, glanced at the ground, then looked at the mysterious beast in Ning Xiaochuan's hand. "Where did Little Baozi go?"
Two shrill howls came from afar.
The golden-skinned giant and the old Daoist with the rotting body flew back from the distance, their figures growing clearer and clearer. Their decayed corpses carried a terrifying deathly aura, stirring the entire wilderness into flying sand and rolling stones, as though Nether Soldiers were crawling up from beneath the earth.
Ning Xiaochuan had no time to explain to her. He grabbed her in his hand and immediately fled into the night.
As Ning Xiaochuan fled onward, he coughed up blood, and his face grew increasingly pale.
"Ning Xiaochuan, what's wrong with you?" Little Carrot asked nervously.
She had originally hated Ning Xiaochuan, but at the most dangerous moment, he had actually risked his life to help her save Little Baozi. It moved her deeply.
After going through this, she suddenly felt that Ning Xiaochuan was actually quite good, quite human. Unlike the humans she had encountered before, whose hearts held nothing but profit and more profit.
Although other humans might think him foolish and stupid for doing this, Little Carrot could sense warmth and humanity from him! He was like a human being, not a machine that lived only for profit! It was precisely for this reason that she had begun to like him. Seeing that he was injured, she had taken the initiative to show concern.
Ning Xiaochuan clenched his teeth. "Just now, I used seven strands of mind power to condense seven Thought Manifestations and lure away the two ancient corpses. But the two ancient corpses were