Chapter 87: The Silver-Robed Youth

Xiao Xiaoxiao talked for a long time, but the big bird completely ignored her, maintaining an attitude of “This bird doesn’t understand your nonsense, this bird is deaf.”

Eventually, Xiao Xiaoxiao stopped talking. There was no other way—no matter how much she pleaded or threatened, the other party remained utterly indifferent. How infuriating!!!

For the big bird, Xiao Xiaoxiao’s silence meant the world had finally quieted down. Never before had it felt such bliss and beauty in the peace and quiet.

It was actually struggling too—struggling to endure!

Heaven knew how badly it wanted to toss this noisy female ghost away!

“Mingdi, save us~ Your capable, smart, and beautiful subordinate has been kidnapped by a weird bird auntie~ Help~ Help~” ::>_<::

The world had barely been quiet for a minute when Xiao Xiaoxiao’s screeching voice suddenly erupted again.

The big bird’s flight rhythm was disrupted by the noise, nearly causing it to plummet to the ground with Yun Qingxue and Xiao Xiaoxiao.

Luckily… it barely managed to regain its balance…

It really wanted to squeeze this noisy ghost to death with its talons… But it had to endure… endure…

“Mingdi~ Mingming~ Didi~”

Xiao Xiaoxiao’s screeching continued relentlessly.

Yun Qingxue weakly glanced at her, trying to speak words of comfort, but her voice was so faint it was like a mosquito’s hum. Before her words could reach Xiao Xiaoxiao’s ears, they were scattered by the wind.

The entire journey was filled only with Xiao Xiaoxiao’s piercing cries.

The big bird flew swiftly southeast, passing over the human capital and then two or three more cities before long.

By the end, Xiao Xiaoxiao’s throat was dry from shouting, so she finally stopped. Yun Qingxue, severely injured, had completely lost consciousness.

The big bird eventually landed on a mountain, gently placing Yun Qingxue and Xiao Xiaoxiao on the ground. It glanced at the unconscious Yun Qingxue, deliberately ignored Xiao Xiaoxiao, then flapped its wings and flew away.

Xiao Xiaoxiao looked around—the surroundings were desolate, though a dirt path wound into the distance not far away.

“That damn bird just left us here—does it want us to fend for ourselves?” she muttered, sitting beside Yun Qingxue and staring worriedly at her heavily injured, unconscious form.

She was badly hurt, covered in blood.

Xiao Xiaoxiao felt she should try to help Yun Qingxue recover.

But… the thing was… she knew absolutely nothing about medicine or herbs. Though the area was lush with greenery, she had no idea which plants could be used for healing…

She didn’t dare act recklessly. Giving Yun Qingxue useless herbs wouldn’t be a problem, but what if she accidentally picked something poisonous? Then Yun Qingxue’s life would be over!

“Qingxue! Qingxue!” In desperation, Xiao Xiaoxiao tried to rouse Yun Qingxue’s consciousness. If she remained unconscious for too long with such severe injuries, she might never wake up again!

“Qingxue!”

“Yun Qingxue!”

Xiao Xiaoxiao slapped Yun Qingxue’s cheeks repeatedly, but there was no response.

Terrified, she checked Yun Qingxue’s pulse with her fingers. Good—she was still alive, not a ghost like herself.

Xiao Xiaoxiao sighed in relief. If Yun Qingxue had turned into a ghost, she could have taken care of her in the underworld. But death meant reincarnation, and reincarnation meant drinking Meng Po’s soup. Xiao Xiaoxiao had just made such a close friend—she didn’t want to lose her like this.

“What is that foolish woman doing?” Above the sky, hidden among the clouds, stood two young men. One wore gray robes with silver hair, his features cold and stern.

In front of him stood a youth clad in a silver robe, his jet-black hair gleaming like fine silk, a flame-like mark between his brows, exuding an air of wild allure. Beneath his sharp eyebrows, his star-like eyes were even more mysterious and radiant than the night sky.

The youth’s lips curled faintly as he watched the two women below with an inscrutable gaze.

“Who knows?”

His voice was melodious, like heavenly music, yet laced with amusement and a subtle hint of danger.

“That noisy fool—I left her on a hillside full of healing herbs, and she still doesn’t know how to use them to save the Flower King!”

The gray-robed man scoffed, his cold, indifferent face filled with utter disdain for Xiao Xiaoxiao.

The silver-robed youth merely smiled faintly, silently observing as Xiao Xiaoxiao struggled to drag Yun Qingxue toward a water source.

“Young Master, should I go down and help? If that idiot keeps dragging the Flower King around like this, she might end up killing her!” The gray-robed man made a move to descend.

The silver-robed youth raised a hand to stop him. “We can’t interfere too much with her affairs right now. If the one above notices anything suspicious, she’ll be in danger—and our troubles will only grow.”