Chapter 141: A Package!

  "What is it?"

  Xiao Yun was startled and didn't have time to see what had fallen down, hastily dodging to the side.

  "Boom!"

  That dark mass, although it was hung by a half-mountainous cypress for a moment, was directly broken off by the huge impact force and continued to fall, heavily smashing onto the ground.

  "Ah..."

  The horse was startled, let out a loud whinny, and wanted to rush forward. Xiao Yun tightly grasped the reins, barely managing to control it, but due to being frightened, it continued to prance about in place.

  Calm the frightened horse, looking back to where it was just now, a dense branch of cypress fell there, with doubt, Xiao Yun walked over and moved the branch away. The scene in front of him made him stunned.

  That's a man!

  Wearing all black tight-fitting clothes, with a black scarf wrapped around his head, and a black cloth bundle on his back, he was dressed like a night assassin from the movies. He lay on the ground in a big character shape, completely still.

  Xiao Yun looked up and saw no high mountains, only clouds and mist swirling around. This person was obviously from the hundred-foot cliff above, falling from such a height, if not for being caught by that ancient pine tree, he would have been smashed to pieces.

  Luckily, I had a quick reaction in my heart, if it wasn't for myself reacting quickly, maybe half a second later, I would have been used as a human shield by this person.

  The man's back was still slightly heaving, and to her surprise, he wasn't dead yet. Xiao Yun was taken aback for a moment before rushing over to him. No matter who this person was, saving his life came first at a time like this.

  Carefully turning the person over, it was a man with a goatee, in his forties or fifties. However, his face had been battered to the point of being unrecognizable, with blood and flesh mixed together. Xiao Yun patted the man's face, and blood continued to gush out from his seven orifices. It seemed that he had already lost consciousness.

  This place is no different from Earth, there are no ambulances, and emergency treatment is not possible. Xiao Yun hastily took out the Jiuxiao, and applied the medical melody "Hàn Méi Yìng Xuě" (Cold Plum Reflects Snow), relying on the power of the melody to treat the person's injuries.

  A white halo enveloped him, and before the melody had ended, he slowly came to.

  "Old brother, feeling a bit better?" Xiao Yun stepped forward and supported the man.

  "I..."

  As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out again. His gaze fell on Xiao Yun's face, and the man grasped Xiao Yun's arm tightly, as if enduring extreme pain.

  Xiao Yun hastily took out a Congxue Dan, intending to feed it to him, but the man shook his head and said with difficulty, "No, no need, waste!"

  Xiao Yun listened, paused for a moment, and put the Cong Xue Dan away. This person had reached the later stage of the Joyful Worker realm, but from such a great fall, he was already severely injured with all his internal organs shattered. If it were an ordinary injury, Xiao Yun could still try to treat him, but for such a severe wound, even Xiao Yun couldn't do anything. One Cong Xue Dan would at most only prolong his life for a short while, and using it on someone who was about to die would indeed be a waste.

  "What kind of person are you? How did you fall from the Hundred Foot Cliff?" asked Xiao Yun immediately. Although the Hundred Foot Cliff was not as high as the Jade Emperor Peak, it was still a very frightening height as the side peak of the Jade Emperor Peak, and few people usually came here. A master of the Musician Realm, how could he run to the top of the Hundred Foot Cliff and fall from there?

  "Bag! Parcel!"

  Every word he spat out seemed to exhaust his entire strength, and with each opening of the man's mouth, fresh blood surged out uncontrollably. His voice was low and thin, and also indistinct.

  Xiao Yun tilted her head and listened carefully, only then did she understand that he was talking about the package. She quickly took the package off him, "But what about this?"

  The package was heavy, and it should be a square thing inside, maybe a box. Xiao Yun didn't open it to see either.

  Seeing the package in Xiao Yun's hand, the man stretched out his hand with difficulty and touched it slightly. Looking at his eyes, he seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, but this breath he didn't dare to let go of. If he did, he would definitely lose his grip on life.

  Looking at Xiao Yun, the man exerted his last bit of strength, "Someone's after me, chasing me, hurry, take it and leave, send it to..."

  The voice grew weaker and weaker until it was almost inaudible, Xiao Yun had to put his ear right next to the man's mouth, but he still couldn't make out what he said in the second half of his sentence.

  "What did you say? Speak louder?" Xiao Yun hastily asked, but when he leaned forward to look at the person, that person had already closed their eyes, with both hands hanging limply like noodles, and there was no longer any sign of life in his entire body.

  Xiao Yun pressed his hand against the man's back, and a surge of energy flowed into him. However, it was like pouring water into an empty shell, as the man no longer showed any reaction.

  He's dead!

  With such a severe injury, it's already a miracle that he can hold on with just one breath and say two sentences to Xiao Yun, but unfortunately, he didn't manage to pass on the message clearly.

  Xiao Yun was stunned on the spot, a big uncle fell from the sky, and before he could finish speaking, he hung up. He didn't even know his name, let alone where he wanted him to send this package?

  Although this person didn't make himself clear, there was one thing that Xiao Yun still heard clearly, and that was someone was chasing him.

  Able to make a master of the late stage of the music industry fall from a hundred feet cliff, the opponent's strength is definitely not to be underestimated. Xiao Yun put the package into his storage bag and immediately got up to leave, lest he get into some trouble.

  Just holding the reins of the horse, Xiao Yun turned around and took a look. It was unbearable to let that person expose his corpse in the wilderness, so he gave a wink to Qiao Er.

  The bird chirped and flapped its wings, flying over with a cry. A flame shot out of its small beak, like a fire line, instantly igniting the branches of the cypress tree next to the man's body. The flames immediately blazed up, quickly engulfing the man's corpse.

  "Old brother, rest in peace. Although I don't know where you wanted me to send the things in the package, I'll take good care of it and won't let it fall into bad people's hands!" Although Xiao Yun hadn't opened the package to look inside, whatever this person had used their life to defend must be something very important. He didn't know this person at all, nor did he know if they were good or evil. Even if he had known where the person wanted him to send it, he wouldn't have rashly gone to deliver it anyway.

  The raging flames, the burning corpse crackling with a hissing sound, Chao'er flew back onto Xiao Yun's shoulder, chirping and tweeting softly, gently pecking at Xiao Yun's earlobe, as if to report its merit.

  After spending several days together, Qiao Er's many skills were enough to make Xiao Yun stare in amazement, spitting fire was just one of them. This little guy had been staying in the old ghost forest for decades, and it was unknown how many lives he had taken, nor did he know how much ability he had gained from those lives.

  The big fire was still burning, Xiao Yun raised his head and looked towards the direction of the peak, immediately pulled the horse to leave quickly, the people chasing that person must be on the hundred-foot cliff, from the top of the cliff it would take some time to come down, it's better to slip away first.

  ——

  After Xiao Yun left, about half an hour later, three people, two men and one woman, rushed into the canyon in a hurry. Judging from their speed, they were obviously quite skilled.

  First was a sixty-year-old gray-haired man, with rough and slack skin, a shocking knife wound from his forehead to the right side of his face, the wound still bleeding profusely, apparently just inflicted, and it was this bloody wound that made his extremely distorted facial features even more terrifying.

  Following closely behind was a young man in his thirties, wearing a coarse hemp garment, looking like a peasant, but with a lame right leg, leaning on a crutch and walking with a limp.

  The one walking at the end was a thin old woman, ordinary and unremarkable, but those seemingly dull eyes had a sharp glint, even sinister.

  "Hum, this is outrageous! Something that was finally obtained with great difficulty has been robbed by someone. This is infuriating! If I catch him, I will tear him to pieces!" The old man walking in the front spoke in a chillingly cold tone.

  "Dad, I think it's unnecessary for you to chop him into pieces. The guy fell from such a great height, he's probably already been smashed to smithereens." the young man said.