klisemfg Chapter 184 A Desperate Cry for Help from the Depths of the Cave
Chapter 184 A Desperate Cry for Help from the Depths of the Cave
Everyone immediately stopped in their tracks, held their breath, and tensed up every nerve in their bodies.
It was as if every hair on his body stood on end as he warily surveyed his surroundings, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.
At this moment, the entire cave was so quiet that only the faint sound of each other's breathing could be heard, and that breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the silence.
Everyone could feel their heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of their chest.
"That voice...it sounds terrifying," a junior disciple from Qingxin Valley whispered, his voice trembling noticeably.
"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of! There are so many of us, do you think we'd be scared by this inexplicable sound?"
A cheerful "disciple" tried to sound calm, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed his inner nervousness.
"Don't be afraid, we're all together," the Valley Master of 'Qingxin' Valley said softly, his gaze never leaving the surrounding darkness.
Everyone pricked up their ears, not missing a single sound, their eyes filled with tension and vigilance.
Their eyes searched diligently in the darkness, leaving no corner unchecked.
Even the slightest change in light and shadow could conceal a dangerous signal.
Elder Yan Hao gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He said in a low voice, "This cave is fraught with danger. Everyone must remain vigilant and not act rashly."
The Valley Master of Qingxin Valley gently drew his soft whip from his waist, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
She nodded slightly in response to the elder: "Elder, rest assured, we will be careful. We just don't know the origin of the thing that made the sound."
Dugu Lin held his longsword horizontally in front of him, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting his stern and wary face.
He said coldly, "Whatever it is, if it dares to show itself, I will make sure it never returns."
With its keen senses, the wolf king cautiously made its way towards the direction of the sound.
His eyes gleamed with an eerie green light in the darkness, like two bright gems, capable of piercing through the darkness and seeing through everything.
These eyes seem to possess an innate, mysterious power, capable of detecting the slightest movement in the dark.
At this moment, the eerie green light flickered in the darkness, guiding the wolf king's path.
His steps were light and cautious, each step so soft that they were almost silent.
His feet moved silently, as if treading on clouds.
Its ears were perked up, like precise detectors, carefully discerning the source of the sound.
He heard every slightest movement, and leaned forward slightly, intently sensing everything around him.
"Father, I also smell something strange," the little wolf said in a low voice, following behind the wolf king, his eyes filled with curiosity and nervousness.
"Yes, stay close to me and don't make a sound," the wolf king replied softly, his gaze never straying from the direction of the voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.
His figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, like a mysterious shadow, gradually approaching the source of the sound.
His figure sometimes blended into the darkness, and sometimes appeared in the firelight, moving through the cave like a ghost.
Everyone's eyes followed him closely, filled with both worry and anticipation, hoping to uncover the 'truth' behind the mysterious voice as soon as possible.
As the crowd drew closer, the weeping grew clearer, as if carrying endless pain and despair, like a sharp knife piercing everyone's heart.
The sorrow contained in those cries seemed to possess a tangible power, making everyone's hearts grow even heavier.
Each cry was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts hard, and their faces were filled with worry and sympathy.
"Who's crying? They sound so pitiful," my aunt couldn't help but say.
Her eyes were full of pity as she gently tugged at her uncle's sleeve, her expression worried.
"I don't know, but something terrible must have happened." The uncle gripped his sword tightly.
His eyes were filled with determination, as if he were sending a reassuring signal to his aunt.
"Could it be related to Hua Ye Man and the others?" a disciple speculated, his tone filled with worry.
"I hope not..." the Valley Master of Qingxin Valley muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
When they turned a corner, the sight before them made everyone gasp in shock.
In a corner of the cave, a woman covered in wounds was curled up.
Her clothes were tattered, with loose strips of cloth hanging from her body.
Like withered petals, they looked particularly pitiful in the dim firelight.
The strip of cloth swayed gently with her faint breathing, as if telling the story of her suffering.
Her hair was disheveled and obscured her face, making it difficult to see her full features.
Her hair grew wildly like weeds, obscuring her features, leaving only a pair of terrified eyes that flickered faintly among the strands.
"Who are you?" The Valley Master of Qingxin Valley stepped forward and asked softly.
Her voice was gentle and concerned, trying to soothe the woman's fear with warm words.
The Valley Master slowly squatted down, his movements gentle, as if afraid of startling the fragile woman before him.
She approached cautiously, as if she were approaching an injured little animal, her eyes filled with pity and care.
The woman did not respond immediately, but her body trembled even more violently, and a low whimper came from her throat, like the helpless cry of a wounded little animal.
"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you," the Valley Master continued softly, his face full of gentle smiles, trying to make the woman feel their goodwill.
The woman slowly raised her head, revealing a face streaked with tears. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, like those of a wounded little bird.
Her lips were chapped and trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but could hardly make a sound.
Her chapped lips were covered in scabs, and every tremor was heartbreaking.
"Don't rush, tell me slowly," Grandma said tenderly, her eyes brimming with tears.
She quickly stepped forward, gently took the woman's hand, and tried to offer her some warmth.
When she saw the crowd, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing her a glimmer of hope.
Although that glimmer of light was faint, it revealed to everyone the deep longing in her heart for being saved.
Her eyes widened slightly, as if she saw a glimmer of hope for life, and a hint of will to survive shone in her gaze.
She struggled to get up, but her injuries were too severe, and she collapsed again, her body falling heavily to the ground.
He let out a painful groan, as if all the pain in his body had erupted at that moment.
That groan was filled with pain and despair, making everyone present feel heartbroken.
Her body was curled up, her hands gripping the ground tightly, as if trying to grasp at any remaining strength.
"The fairies...the fairies have been captured..." the maid said weakly.
Her voice trembled, each word seemingly uttered with all her might, making one's heart ache upon hearing it.
Her chest heaved as she tried to take another breath so she could finish what she was saying.
Her breathing was weak and rapid, and she paused after each word, as if she were racing against death.
"Who was arrested? Explain yourself!" the aunt asked anxiously.