Trapped

Seeing this, Ye Chen immediately recalled that just now, when Xu Mu and the others jumped into the well, a woman had taken out her phone to send a message.

He didn't know what was up with that woman.

Could it be that Xu Mu, afraid of the danger, had someone call for more experts?

At this thought, Ye Chen's expression grew increasingly ugly. Xu Mu's backing was far stronger than he had imagined.

Originally, Ye Chen had always disdained getting involved with those sects.

After all, he had immense confidence in himself; it wouldn't take much time for him to surpass them.

But now, with a new enemy like Xu Mu, he had to be much more careful.

"Ye Chen, I'm leaving first. I need to go back and heal my injuries. As for the other half of the payment, the customer service of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade will contact you."

Gu Yongming left without waiting for Ye Chen to speak.

Ye Chen clenched his fists and punched through a large tree nearby. "Fuck! Xu Mu, I'll let you live a little longer!"

After saying that, he also turned and left. Now, the enmity between him and Xu Mu had come out into the open.

Once Xu Mu returned, he would definitely tell Ye Tong about this.

Ye Chen needed to think of a way; he didn't want his relationship with Ye Tong to become so strained.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed into slits. He had an idea.

To kill Xu Mu, he only needed to give himself a "justified" reason.

And this reason couldn't be simpler.

That was, Xu Mu was cheating on her and fooling around with other women. He simply couldn't stand it, which was why he attacked him.

If he said that, Ye Tong definitely wouldn't say anything. After all, he had only made a move on Xu Mu for her sake.

If Ye Tong wanted evidence, Meng Wanyue was the evidence.

Hadn't he kept Meng Wanyue undercover by Xu Mu's side precisely to use her at a critical moment?

Thinking of this, Ye Chen walked off into the distance.

...

Meanwhile.

Xu Mu and his group had been running outward, but their figures were constantly going in circles.

Finally, within Xu Mu's perception range, he detected the auras of three people.

It was none other than Miao He, Wang Ai, and Hongyu.

Before Xu Mu could speak, Fu Jinyu looked into the distance. "I sense Hongyu's aura."

As she spoke, she ran toward the distance.

Xu Mu's expression turned serious. Fu Jinyu was at the middle stage of the Transcendent Realm.

He didn't expect her perception range to already reach four hundred meters.

Of course, her perception was quite different from his own.

Her perception could only detect the fluctuations of Qi or the resonance between members of her race.

But Xu Mu's perception was far more advanced.

"Wanyue, let's follow her."

Xu Mu smiled and glanced at Meng Wanyue beside him.

"Okay, Brother Mu."

Meng Wanyue nodded slightly.

To them, a distance of four hundred meters took only the blink of an eye.

Hongyu and the others were still exploring the area. When she spotted Fu Jinyu, Hongyu immediately jogged over.

"Empress... Miss."

"Are you alright?"

Fu Jinyu walked over and asked.

"I'm fine, but there's a formation in this space. We've been walking for a long time but still can't find a way out,"

Hongyu explained.

"Xu Mu! Are you guys okay?"

Miao He, who was further away, also hurried over.

As for Wang Ai in the distance, he stood there without moving. After all, he had previously wanted to kill Xu Mu.

What if getting too close caused a misunderstanding?

"We're fine."

Xu Mu looked at Miao He. "I already know how to get out. Are you leaving?"

Hearing this, Miao He asked curiously, "What about you guys?"

"Of course we're not leaving."

Xu Mu shook his head. "We came here this time to find treasures."

Logically speaking, Ye Chen's assassination attempt was already over.

His strongest trump card was Gu Yongming of the Transcendent Realm. Since Gu Yongming had retreated, Ye Chen should have left as well.

Since there was no external interference, he naturally had to venture deeper; he might just find some treasure.

"I want to find treasures too."

Miao He looked up at Xu Mu.

Xu Mu asked, "Then are you going to search on your own, or follow us?"

"Let's search on our own,"

Wang Ai called out from a distance. "Miao He, if we go with them and actually find a treasure, it'll be hard to split."

Miao He nodded slightly. Although she had originally wanted to follow Xu Mu, Wang Ai made a valid point.

With so many people grouped together, if there was only one treasure, who should get it?

"Alright then, we'll each rely on our own abilities."

Xu Mu agreed, then looked at Fu Jinyu. "Let's go."

"Okay."

Fu Jinyu nodded.

This time, Xu Mu and his group headed straight up the massive mountain in front of them. They moved quickly, and before long, they had reached the summit.

There was a cave here, with a stone stele erected outside the entrance.

However, there was not a single word on the stele.

Xu Mu smiled as he looked at the cave before him. "Let's go in."

The three people beside him all nodded and entered the interior with Xu Mu.

Just as he stepped inside, Xu Mu felt his foot hit empty air, and his body began to plummet downward.

Fu Jinyu immediately spread her wings and grabbed Xu Mu, while Xu Mu also grabbed Meng Wanyue's hand.

Hongyu released her black Qi, which also formed into the shape of wings.

Finally, everyone landed slowly on the ground.

Xu Mu let go of Meng Wanyue's hand, but his face was still pressed against the front of Fu Jinyu's body, remaining motionless with his face buried in her cleavage.

"Xu Mu! How insolent!"

Seeing that they had already landed yet Xu Mu was still pressing against her chest, Hongyu shouted coldly.

"Ah? We've landed?"

Only then did Xu Mu move away from Fu Jinyu. "Sorry, I didn't realize."

Fu Jinyu shoved Xu Mu away and looked around.

Meng Wanyue, meanwhile, tugged on Xu Mu's hand. "Brother Mu, who are they? How can they fly?"

"An alien race, the Sky Demon Race,"

Xu Mu explained.

"I see."

Meng Wanyue had previously heard Xiao Ran talk about alien races.

They also belonged to humanity, but were different from humans in the traditional sense.

It felt like the relationship between a tiger and a lion: both belonged to the feline family, but they looked different.

Xu Mu looked around and realized that they had fallen into a sealed space.

The surroundings, including the ceiling and floor, were all made of stone. The area was a hundred square meters, measuring ten meters in both length and width.

Seeing this, Fu Jinyu sneered. She raised her fist, which erupted with a black aura.

She leaped up high and smashed her fist into the stone above.

Boom!

The entire space shook, but not a single crack appeared on the stone above.

Fu Jinyu tried attacking other spots, only to find the same result.

"Miss, we aren't trapped here, are we?"

Hongyu said from the side.

"Xu Mu, don't you understand formations? Hurry up and see what's going on,"

Fu Jinyu said, glancing at Xu Mu beside her.

"I'll look into it, but it will definitely take some time."

Xu Mu smiled at Fu Jinyu. "In the meantime, we can talk about Hongyu."

"Why talk about her?"

Fu Jinyu asked with a frown.

"It's a bit dark. I want to use her phone."

Xu Mu smiled as he looked at Hongyu.

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