I'm Not the One You're Looking For
Wounded, bloodless, and blind, the Black Dragon was destined to be unable to appear before people, much less leave Corpse Soul City safely as he had hoped.
He wrapped himself in clothes and a cloak he had taken from the dead, hiding himself completely so that no one could see him.
Those empty eyes will be his biggest weakness.
The boy avoided the gazes coming from the side and continued deeper into the alley.
However, his luck seemed to be very bad; even though he was being careful enough, he still attracted the attention of some people.
"Hey you, stop right there!"
Suddenly, a guard in the city shouted loudly, and the young man under the black robe pressed his lips tightly together, refusing to stop.
His current miserable state is so obvious that anyone could guess his identity at a glance. He barely escaped, and he absolutely cannot be caught and taken back like this!
Thinking this, he quickened his pace. His feet, where the toenails had been pulled out, were still throbbing with pain, and blood was even seeping out as he ran quickly.
His actions immediately alerted the guards who were already suspicious of him. The captain uttered the word "Chase," and everyone hurriedly followed.
The boy was injured and still couldn't see clearly. The guards were all tall and strong, and they quickly chased the figure into the alley.
As the group of people behind him drew closer and closer, their footsteps seemingly right next to his ears, cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead.
Fortunately, this alley was a good place he had scouted for a long time; it was full of twists and turns, making it extremely convenient for him to hide. After narrowly escaping capture by the people behind him several times, the captain became furious.
He abandoned his colleagues, his steps light, and almost instantly reached the boy's side. The boy sensed the current, gritted his teeth, and quickened his pace, fleeing into another alley.
This was the entrance to an alley, with three paths forked in front of him. The boy's Divine Sense vaguely discerned the general direction, and he had just chosen a path and taken only one step when a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and pulled him straight in!
The guard was quick as well; the moment the boy disappeared, he caught up with him.
The figure that had been right in front of him had vanished. The guard assumed that the person had quickened their pace and followed the path that had led to their disappearance.
While searching for the person, he didn't forget to leave clues for his men. After a short while, more than ten people came looking for the trail left by their captain, and then left in a hurry.
"Alright, they're gone."
The chaotic footsteps gradually faded away, and the alley returned to silence.
Upon hearing this, the boy suddenly began to gasp for breath, venting the frustration simmering in his chest.
His Divine Sense sketched out a figure in the darkness, and he tried hard to see the person clearly, but could only barely recognize that it was a woman.
Just as he looked up to observe the other person, the other person also looked down at him.
This was the temporary residence that Sang Ying had rented a few days ago. At this moment, she was extremely grateful that the several small worlds from ten thousand years ago were all connected, and the currency used was naturally Spirit Stone.
In the Spiritual Qi mixed Hidden Nether Realm, clean Spirit Stone are extremely sought after. Therefore, after Sang Ying spent a large sum of money to rent a courtyard, the landlord's attitude towards her was unbelievably good.
The guards had searched her yard before, and since she was a stranger, she should have been searched several more times. However, thanks to the homeowner's family vouching for her, Sang Ying was quickly cleared of this ordeal.
That's why she dared to step in and save the child at that moment.
The young boy leaned against the corner of the yard with his head down, breathing heavily. His face was covered by a large hood, revealing only a small mouth as he struggled to exhale.
Perhaps due to extreme fatigue, the person's lips had turned somewhat pale.
Because it was an absolutely painful past, Sang Ying never asked Jiang Zhuoxue about it. She only knew from his brief self-deprecating remarks that the boy who had lost everything had eventually escaped from Corpse Soul City.
As for how much suffering and hardship he endured, Sang Ying had no idea.
Fortunately, this time, he wasn't the only one suffering all of this.
"I've finally found you, Jiang Zhuoxue." She looked at the boy and met his empty eyes.
The room was filled with the faint aroma of spiritual tea, a treasure that Sang Ying had found in the Immortal Spirit Realm over the years. She couldn't say she liked it, but drinking it from time to time was still helpful in clearing the Spiritual Qi in her body.
Sang Ying placed a cup of hot tea in front of the boy. "Try it, it should taste good."
The person in front of him was wrapped in a robe, not even daring to show his hands, as if only in this way could he feel safe.
"I told you, I'm not Jiang Zhuoxue. You've got the wrong person." He didn't touch the teacup, and his whole demeanor exuded resistance towards Sang Ying.
"Okay." Sang Ying nodded. "What's your name?"
The boy remained silent. In his memory, he had no name, only a ranking.
He was number 342, the 342nd member of the Black Dragon Clan to be exiled.
They were sinners of the Dragon Race, beings abandoned by the Upper Realm. Especially after he made a mistake, even the title of "sinner" was taken away, making him a complete exterminator of his race.
"This is none of your business!" he said in a low voice.
This person is looking for someone named "Jiang Zhuoxue," not himself. The boy knew very well that he didn't have such a nice-sounding name.
However, this person is somewhat similar to him, after all, his mother's surname is indeed Jiang. And in his early years, he also had the idea of giving himself a name and taking his mother's surname.
However, before that, his father had taken him back to the Upper Realm. After that, he became number 342 of the Black Dragon Clan.
"Since you're so unwilling to speak to me properly, I'll just stop asking. However, there are people outside arresting you, and they've just searched my house a few times, so it's safe for now. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay here for the time being."
After saying that, Sang Ying ignored the boy and placed a bottle of medicine on the table before silently going into her room.
The warm, bright, and clean interior was infinitely more comfortable than the dark cell he had previously in.
After a long silence, he finally couldn't bear the thirst in his throat any longer, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
The warm, fragrant spiritual tea, carrying a comforting flow of Spiritual Qi, coursed through his entire body, providing a momentary respite for his constantly aching physique.
But that moment passed quickly, and when the pain returned, he suddenly felt a surge of resentment towards Sang Ying. If it weren't for her, he could have continued to endure the pain.
A moment later, he reached out and grabbed the Xiao Yao on the table.
She gave it to me willingly; only a fool wouldn't take something so good!
The boy was trying to convince himself of this, completely unaware that Sang Ying's door had been quietly opened a crack, allowing her to see all his actions.
A note from the author:
Thank you everyone for your support, that's all for today!
See you tomorrow~