Bi Yao paused for a moment, then carefully read it again. The four lines of characters were written with a strong and delicate stroke, which was quite different from the heavenly book stone carvings in the stone room just now. It seemed to be the work of another person.

  But judging from the tone of this remark, it seems to be a lamentation of a lovesick woman. Its strange that such words would appear in a place like "Dripping Blood Cave", a stronghold of evil.

  She thought for a long time, but still couldnt think of any results. She shook her head and was about to give up when she suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Xiaofan standing behind her, his face expression strange, seemingly painful and surprised, with a hint of confusion. His eyebrows were furrowed, his muscles slightly twisted, almost grotesque.

  Biyao jumped in fright, unable to help but let out a cry of "ah", taking a step back. The delicate little bell at her waist lightly shook, emitting a clear and pleasant "tingling" sound that echoed through the mountain cave.

  Zhang Xiaofan heard the sound of the bell, his body shook, as if he suddenly woke up, and his face gradually calmed down, but instead, it was replaced by a puzzled expression.

  He was deeply absorbed in thought, staring at the heavenly stone inscription in the stone chamber. Suddenly, the fire poker beside him lit up like it had awakened from a dream. The icy feeling spread throughout his entire body almost instantly. Then, as if acting on instinct, he walked out until he saw that pile of shattered skulls.

  Zhang Xiaofan looked over at the burning incense stick tied to his left hand, and saw that it was still lit, emitting a faint blue glow, facing the shattered skull on the ground, as if mourning for the deceased.

  Zhang Xiaofan didnt know why he suddenly had this idea, but looking at the skull, deep down he felt a pang of sadness. Although he clearly knew that the person who died here must be an important figure in the Demon Cults Blood Refining Hall, perhaps even the Black Hearted Old Man himself, as Bi Yao had said. But for some reason, he felt a sense of closeness to this skull.

  The luster of the fire poker gradually faded away, returning to its original ugly black color, motionless. Zhang Xiaofan still stared at the skull, then under Bi Yaos gaze, he slowly walked up to it.

  Bi Yao hummed and flashed in front of him, coldly saying: "Although I dont have a good impression of the black-hearted old ghost, and we are from different factions, but we are all disciples of the Holy Sect, and we have all made heavy oaths before the throne of the Saint Mother Ming Wang. If you want to be rude to his dharma body, I wont allow it."

  Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him and couldnt help but respond: "Hes now in a state of utter defeat, Im afraid its all thanks to you!"

  Bi Yaos face turned red, but her words were unyielding. She said resolutely: "I will naturally confess to the Holy Mother Ming Wang, but I absolutely wont let you be rude too!"

  Zhang Xiaofan looked at him and suddenly said, "I didnt mean that."

  Bi Yao was taken aback, seeing that he had a calm expression and no hint of hatred in his eyes. She felt that this young man from Qing Yun Men seemed to be quite different from the usual self-righteous and hypocritical cultivators she had met before. As she hesitated, Zhang Xiao Fan walked past her side. She hesitated for a moment, then turned around to look at him.

  Zhang Xiaofan walked up to the pile of skulls, only to see that they were ancient and had a faint green glow on their white bones. The heavy blow from Bi Yao earlier had scattered all the bones below the chest, leaving only the skull intact, lying on top of all the other bones. The empty eye sockets stared straight at Zhang Xiaofan.

  Zhang Xiaofan shuddered, and vaguely felt that the eyes seemed to have a soul existing in them, staring at him. But he still walked up, slowly stretched out his hand to gather these scattered bones into a pile, the icy feeling transmitted from the bones, but there was no more fear or dread.

  As if they were old friends of many years!

  In Zhang Xiaofans heart, it was as if he had let out a sigh of relief, a feeling of liberation from having done what he should have done. Although it was strange, he really did have this feeling. In his heart, however, he secretly thought: This stove is really too strange. If Im lucky enough to return this time, it seems that I will definitely have to ask Master about it.

  He finished the task and was about to stand up straight, but at this moment, his eyes caught a glimpse of some words that had been revealed by sweeping away the skeleton from its original position. He couldnt help but exclaim "hmm?"

  Bi Yao, who was standing on one side, originally looked at Zhang Xiao Fan coldly as he did these strange things. Suddenly, she heard Zhang Xiao Fan make a low cry of surprise, and her curiosity arose, so she also walked over to take a look, only to see that there were indeed several lines of words carved there.

  Bitter in heart, enduringly looking back

  Regret is too late, its hard to get along.

  Golden bell clear and crisp, mistakenly biting blood.

  A lifetime of...

  By the fourth sentence, the writing becomes increasingly weak, especially with the third "total" character, which is scribbled and almost illegible. Finally, its just a quick stroke, and then it stops abruptly. It seems that at this point, the person who wrote it also lost the strength to continue writing.

  In the cave, Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao were both silent for a moment. Both of them vaguely felt that between these two sentences, there might be a sad story, a womans heart was hurt, and the man also regretted it endlessly.

  Zhang Xiaofan was a bit distracted, although he had never seen this unknown couple before, but somehow, after thousands of years, seeing the remains that were not sure if they were the last words, still felt some sadness.

  But Bi Yao, standing beside him, was frowning tightly, her eyes fixed on those few lines of words, muttering to herself: "Golden bell clear and crisp bite blood mistake, golden bell clear and crisp bite blood mistake... Golden bell? Ah! Thats right, golden bell!"

  She seemed to have thought of something and let out a happy cry, her face full of joy. Zhang Xiaofan was startled by her and asked: "Whats wrong with Jinling?"

  Bi Yao seemed extremely excited, with a joyful expression all over her face, saying: "Its Madam Jin Ling! Dont you know?"

  Zhang Xiaofan shook her head in dismay, Bi Yao hummed and glared at her, then said with a smile: "Madam Jinling was a great figure in our Holy Church a thousand years ago! Legend has it that she was extremely intelligent, had a deep understanding of the Tao, and had a great epiphany about the sacred scriptures. She single-handedly created the Hehuan Sect within the church, making her one of the top female figures in our sect!"

  Zhang Xiaofan suddenly lost interest, listening to her talk and knowing that this Madame Jinling was a figure from the demonic sect a thousand years ago, seemingly very formidable, but hearing the name of the faction she created called "Hehuan", he knew that this old woman was not a good person. Looking at Biyao, she seemed to be worshiping this Madame Jinling.

  Zhang Xiaofan hummed, not going to pick her up, turned around and rearranged the pile of bones that had been messed up for reading, but a strange thought popped up in his mind: It seems youre also a sentimental person, maybe you died for a woman too!

  The dead man naturally didnt care about him, but Zhang Xiaofan himself was having wild thoughts and unexpectedly felt a few more points of closeness to this skull.

  Bi Yao laughed for half a day, muttering to herself: "I didnt expect Mrs. Jinling to have feelings for this damned black-hearted old devil! Hmph, it must be the black-hearted old devil who was unfaithful and heartless, deserving to be struck by lightning! Its best if he dies!"

  "Nonsense!" Zhang Xiaofan suddenly shouted from beside him.

  Bixiao was stunned for a moment and couldnt speak, it took her half a day to react, staring at him for a long time, she asked strangely: "What did you say?"

  As soon as Zhang Xiaofan spoke, he knew it was wrong. As a righteous person, he inexplicably defended an evil demonic cultist from 800 years ago. If this were to reach the ears of his superiors in Qingyun Gate, he would immediately be severely punished. But at that moment, for some reason, his heart was stirred and the words slipped out. Now, being questioned by Bi Yao, he was speechless.

  Bi Yao looked at him strangely, suddenly remembered something, and immediately forgot about Zhang Xiao Fan. She grabbed the golden bell at her waist, excitedly laughed loudly: "Ah! Isnt this the He Huan Bell of Madame Jin Ling?" As she spoke, she quickly turned the bell over, carefully examining it, and indeed saw three small words on the inner wall of the bell.

  Huan Ying!

  Zhang Xiaofan saw Bi Yaos joyful face, almost laughing to the point of fainting. It seemed that this was an extremely powerful treasure, which she had unintentionally obtained. He felt a wave of discomfort in his heart and coldly said: "Have you found a way out?"

  Her eyes were fixed on the small bell in front of her, and she replied casually, "No!"

  Zhang Xiaofan turned his head and said lightly: "Then you can just hug this golden bell and die in this cave."

  Biyao was stunned for a moment, and then thought that it was indeed the case. Now the most important thing is to find a way out of here first. She hurriedly asked: "Have you found it?"

  Zhang Xiaofan silently shook his head. The two of them exchanged a glance, and Biyao put away her smile, speaking seriously: "Then lets find the way first!"

  At the moment of life and death, Zhang Xiaofan nodded silently. The two of them joined forces to search in this tunnel cave, carefully examining every wall surface, every seam, and even the statues of the two gods, Yu Ming Sheng Mu and Tian Xia Ming Wang, despite Bi Yaos strong opposition, but still nothing was found.

  When they met again in front of that pile of skulls and bones, they saw each others disheartened expressions, and their faces both darkened.

  "Are we going to die here?" Bi Yaos voice was hoarse with anxiety.

  Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head, unable to see his expression, and Biyao also fell silent. Suddenly, the shadow of death loomed over these two young lives.

  After a long time, in the midst of silence, under the mutual unspokenness of the two, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly jumped up and turned to walk away. Bi Yao was startled and said: "What are you doing?"

  Zhang Xiaofan gritted his teeth and said, "Ill go look again, there must be a way out, we wont die here!"

  But in his heart, there was still a sentence that had not been spoken, lingering for a long time: I must see Linger Shifu again, even if I die, I will be buried on top of Dazhu Peak!

  Bi Yao didnt move, sitting on the platform, staring at Zhang Xiaofan with a stern face. At this moment of life and death, he suddenly burst out with a strong desire to survive, constantly searching.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Three times.

  Four times.

  Bi Yao couldnt remember how many times Zhang Xiao Fan had entered and exited the stone room cave, each time he returned empty-handed, but he didnt give up, she didnt know why his temperament was so stubborn, or if his desire to survive was just that strong, he kept searching for a way out, again and again...

  Until his footsteps began to stagger, until he had no strength, until he walked past Bi Yaos side, shook his body and fell heavily to the ground, fainting.

  Bixiao looked at him dazedly, hesitated for a moment, then walked over, turned his body over, and checked to see if he was seriously injured. Knowing that he was fine, just exhausted from overwork and hunger, which is why he had fainted, she finally put her mind at ease.

  But she suddenly froze, looking at herself, and asked a question in her heart: "Why should I be relieved that hes okay? Why did I let out a sigh of relief?"

  This thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

  She gazed deeply at him, the young face of this youth now somewhat gaunt from injury and hunger, even his lips were slightly chapped.

  Bixiao gently put him down, gazed at him for a while, and said softly: "Since we are destined to die together here, I dont want to be left alone too early. At least having someone accompany me is also good."

  She walked out and went to the small pool at the entrance of the cave to fetch some water, then took out some dry rations and mixed them with water to feed Zhang Xiaofan.

  Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaofan was unable to eat any dry rations and only drank some water from Bi Yaos water bag in a daze, but he still didnt wake up.

  After a busy half-day, Biyao herself was also tired. As she watched Zhang Xiaofans condition stabilize, she gradually closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

  It wasnt until much later that Bi Yao woke up, and her first reaction was to immediately look over at Zhang Xiao Fan. She saw that he was still lying there, motionless, fast asleep. Only then did she put her mind at ease, but she couldnt help muttering under her breath: "How can you sleep like a dead pig!"

  As she spoke, she smiled too, as if looking at the young man made her mood better. Even the death that was approaching in the distance was temporarily forgotten.

  She suddenly felt that Zhang Xiaofan, although still fast asleep, had a flushed face and didnt seem quite right. She hastily reached out to check on him, and as soon as she touched him, she found his body was scorching hot. She was startled, not having expected Zhang Xiaofan to come down with a high fever at this critical moment.

  Generally speaking, people in the Cultivation Path have strong bodies and are not prone to illnesses. However, Zhang Xiaofan has been severely injured for several days, his heart is exhausted, and his body has suffered greatly. In the end, he didnt care about his body and desperately searched for a way out in the Blood Cave, exhausting himself. After fainting, he suddenly developed a high fever.

  His illness was indeed not light, and the fever did not subside for a long time (in the mountain cave, Biyu didnt know how many days had passed). Biyu was at a loss, could only fetch more cold water to cool him down, but it was all in vain.

  Later, Zhang Xiaofans high fever did not subside, and he began to talk nonsense. Bi Yao was anxious and worried in her heart. Thinking that she would have to wait alone in this desolate cave until death, she felt a chill run down her spine. At this moment, even Zhang Xiaofans nonsensical words or a sigh seemed like heavenly music compared to the terrifying days that lay ahead.

  But no matter how hard Bi Yao tried to think of a solution, it was just a matter of bringing more water in. In this cave, there were no doctors and no medicine, so how could they help? Zhang Xiaofans condition worsened day by day, and the frequency of his delirious ramblings increased.

  On this day, Bi Yao was anxiously guarding Zhang Xiao Fans bedside as he lay unconscious. Suddenly, she saw him turn over and curl up into a ball, and in his confusion, he shouted: "Ghost, ghost, ghost..." Then, gritting his teeth, he said: "You killed my parents, you killed everyone in the village, Ill fight it out with you!"

  Bixiao was startled and quickly hugged him, repeatedly saying: "No, no! There are no ghosts here!"

  Its unclear whether it was her words that took effect, but Zhang Xiaofan gradually calmed down, the look of horror on his face slowly subsiding, only to be replaced by an expression of heart-wrenching sorrow.

  He kept his eyes tightly closed and muttered softly: "Master sister, master sister, dont ignore me, I... think... dont ignore me..."

  Bixiao was taken aback: a sudden pang of sadness in her heart, but she also didnt know where the courage came from, and softly said: "No! Your Shifus sister is here, I wont ignore you."

  Zhang Xiaofans face suddenly broke into a smile, as if this was the most fortunate moment for him. He kept saying "Shi Jie, Shi Jie..." (Martial sister, Martial sister...)

  Bìi Yáo gazed at his face, which wore a faint weak happiness amidst the pain, and suddenly felt a pang in her heart.

  The woman he cherished so much, the one who was always on his mind even when he fainted, what kind of person was she?

  She suddenly remembered that day in the Dead Spirit Abyss, Zhang Xiaofans strenuous defense of the female disciple of Qingyun Gate who held a blue sword. Could it be her?

  Bìi Yáo furrowed her brow, she remembered very clearly that the woman had an absolutely beautiful face, it was not an exaggeration to say that she could topple cities and countries. No wonder Zhang Xiao Fan was infatuated with her! However, no matter how intelligent Bi Yao was, she naturally wouldnt know that the one Zhang Xiao Fan couldnt stop thinking about was actually Tian Ling Er who was still on Qing Yun Mountains Da Zhu Peak.

  In the following days, Bi Yao, who had been staying by Zhang Xiaofans side all along, heard more about his affairs from Zhang Xiaofans nonsense talk. She knew that he was born in a place called "Cao Miao Village", and she also knew about the terrifying massacre of the village. She also knew about the woman he cherished in his heart, who was his senior sister on Mount Dazhu. However, she was still not quite sure if this senior sister was the same as the woman who held a blue sword that day.

  Its just that, in these days of taking care of Zhang Xiaofan, Lian Biyao herself felt that she had a strange feeling towards this young man. Every day, gazing at his haggard face almost became her only way to pass the time.

  She often gazed at him like this for a long time, but never thought that on the other side of the stone room, there was a magical book - "Tian Shu".

  Sometimes, she would walk slowly to the text left by Mrs. Jinling after Zhang Xiaofan fell asleep, gaze at it for a while, and then say softly: "Mrs., according to the ancient teachings passed down in our sect, you once scolded that all men in the world are unfaithful, but have you ever seen that this man named Zhang Xiaofan is actually very devoted?"

  In this desolate mountain cave, no one answered her question. Only when she turned around, a small golden bell rang out with a clear and pleasant sound, beside her, in the mountain cave, lightly reverberating, as if telling something.

  It was as if in the depths of their souls, those gentle eyes, that lingering and reluctant ghost, gazed at them, entwining around them.