Liu Buli spoke thus, and the others harbored the same thoughts. For as they looked ahead, they could already discern faint flickers of fire in the direction they were heading.
That was the karma fire red lotus that Shen Muzhi had ignited the last time they attempted to break through the gates of the ghost city. At their current speed, they would reach the city gates before long.
A relieved smile immediately bloomed on his face. Liu Buli glanced back at Shen Muzhi and said, "It seems you've also thought of this method."
Shen Muzhi shook his head and replied, "I just felt that since the divine sword is an artifact of the gods, it shouldn't be willing to be controlled by a group of monsters. So when it went berserk, it should have first dealt with those monsters who dared to claim ownership of it. Because Lu Wuming carried the same aura as those monsters, it attacked Lu Wuming so fiercely. If we can bring it into the ghost city, perhaps the entire city will be thrown into chaos by it."
Shen Muzhi had always been a very intelligent person; it was not surprising that he could think of such a thing.
Liu Buli nodded at him.
He then turned back to look at Lu Wuming's wounds.
He had intended to apply more medicine, but before he could even touch the other's clothes, his wrist was grasped by Lu Wuming, who then pulled him aside.
Liu Buli frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Wuming, what are you doing now?"
"Applying medicine is useless; it's better to save it," Lu Wuming said. "We'll sustain new injuries once we enter the ghost city, so even if you apply medicine now, it won't do me much good. My internal organs are all damaged; medicine can't help me recover. Besides, if you see too much, you'll feel bad, so it's better not to look." He then used his clothes to cover the marks on his body. He was already wearing all black, and the surrounding environment offered no light. With this concealment, his wounds were indeed hidden, making it impossible for Liu Buli to see clearly.
Frowning with some displeasure, Liu Buli said, "Why are you always like this? You don't want me to see when you're injured. But we are Dao companions; isn't it natural for me to see your condition?"
"I'd rather you save your strength and give me a couple of kisses," Lu Wuming smiled and said. "But my injuries are too severe, and my mouth is full of blood. I don't want to dirty my Shizun, so please kiss my cheek, just once, okay?"
As he spoke, he was posing a question to the other, yet he had already brought his cheek close to the other's face. This clearly indicated to Liu Buli that he had proactively moved closer, and with a slight lean, the kiss he desired could be achieved.
Liu Buli, in matters like these, could never resist Lu Wuming's coaxing. Seeing him like that, his heart stirred. After a sigh in his heart, Liu Buli leaned forward, aiming for his lips to plant a kiss.
However, his intention was not fulfilled. Just as he was about to get close, Lu Wuming himself raised his hand and placed it between their lips, blocking Liu Buli's action.
Seeing his behavior, Liu Buli frowned with displeasure and asked, "What are you doing?"
These simple four words were enough to express his inner dissatisfaction.
Unfortunately, this time Lu Wuming had no intention of complying. Instead, he maintained his stance, blocking Liu Buli's advance, and smiled, saying, "Too much blood is flowing from my internal organs, and I can't stop it. I still have blood in my mouth, and I said I didn't want to make Shizun feel disgusted, so even if you kiss me, you can't kiss my mouth."
Liu Buli's eyebrows shot up, and he gave a decisive answer, "I don't care."
"But I do," Lu Wuming smiled, and with his other hand, he stroked Liu Buli's head. His eyes curved like a crescent moon. Looking into Liu Buli's eyes, he continued, "So be good and just kiss my face. If you disagree, then not kissing is fine too."
After saying this, a hint of loneliness appeared in his eyes. After a brief pause, he added, "But if I'm so seriously injured and don't even get a kiss from Shizun, I'll definitely be very upset."
Liu Buli: ...
When did he go wrong to have taught his disciple to be like this?
He tried hard to reflect in his mind, but in the end, Liu Buli could not resist Lu Wuming's demeanor.
Completely yielding to the other's wishes, he leaned over and gently kissed his cheek. When the kiss ended and he pulled away, Liu Buli clearly saw Lu Wuming break into an excessively brilliant smile, as if he had gained the whole world, with all his joy written on his face.
Seeing him like this, Liu Buli didn't know what kind of expression to wear. He reached out and ruffled Lu Wuming's hair. He had intended to say something to comfort him, but before he could even speak, You Siqi, who was beside them, opened his mouth and asked in an uncertain tone, "Um... I don't mean to interrupt your moment. I just want to ask you, did I missee that thing, or is that really the situation? Look behind us, it seems to be catching up..."
As he spoke, he pointed behind them with his finger.
Shen Muzhi was struggling to control the flying sword forward and couldn't spare the energy to observe the situation. Upon hearing You Siqi's voice, Liu Buli and Lu Wuming glanced back, and their faces immediately turned extremely grim.
It seemed Lu Wuming's previous guess was not wrong.
The divine sword indeed found it strange that he hadn't been killed in one go and intended to catch up and try again. After all, no human had ever survived being killed by the divine sword.
It was precisely because of this that not far from them, the headless corpse of the ghost clan was holding its long sword and sprinting desperately in their direction.
The corpse moved as if it were a puppet, every action dictated by the divine sword's control. It was precisely because of this that Liu Buli and the others could confirm that Lu Wuming's initial judgment was correct—
That ghost clan member was indeed dead.
And what was pursuing them now was merely that sword.
As this conclusion formed in his mind, the divine sword once again launched an attack on them. The headless corpse suddenly raised its right hand, its aura surging, and a bone-chilling sword energy, following its movement, rushed directly towards them...