397 Ancient Bell

Ying Zhiyao didn’t even look up and continued to hug herself tightly.

“Ah Yao!” Miao Nuochu’s voice sounded from the door.

There was still no sound in the room.

Miao Nuochu was a little worried. Although he knew that Ying Zhiyao wouldn’t try to commit suicide like before, he was still worried. Ever since Ah Yao woke up, she had been acting like a different person. She treated the person in her dream as someone real and even hurt herself in exchange for a chance to enter the dream! Although Ying Zhiyao was still on missions every day now, she was no longer the same person as before. Every time she finished a mission, Ying Zhiyao would lock himself in her room. No matter how others called out to her, she wouldn’t respond!

Miao Nuochu knew that Ying Zhiyao had been holding it in. If she had an outburst one day, the consequences would be unimaginable! As he looked at the information materials in his hand, he smiled bitterly. All he could do was fulfill her wish. If it wasn’t a dream, at least she would be happy. After all, he couldn’t watch the woman he loved ruin her own life!

“Ah Yao, I brought you some information… It might help you find a way to enter the dream!” Miao Nuochu continued to knock on the door. There was a hint of anguish in his voice. Personally sending the woman he loved to another man’s side broke his heart. They had grown up together. How come he couldn’t even compare to a person in her dream?

Ying Zhiyao’s eyes finally looked up. Then, she suddenly opened the door and snatched the information from Miao Nuochu’s hand. After she thanked Miao Nuochu, she turned to leave.

Miao Nuochu smiled bitterly, but didn’t say anything and followed her silently without letting her notice, so that she wouldn’t be annoyed.

There was an address on the document, but that address was so remote that it seemed like a non-existent place. After Ying Zhiyao put on her backpack, she set off. She couldn’t wait to find the answer! As she leaned against the train’s window, her eyes looked hollow and her hands trembled… Would she find the answer there and actually see him?

“Hey, beautiful!” Suddenly, a wretched man walked over to strike up a conversation. He kept sizing up Ying Zhiyao, who was gorgeous and youthful.

Ying Zhiyao didn’t even look at him and was completely immersed in her own world.

“Don’t be so aloof!” The wretched man reached out his hand towards Ying Zhiyao’s face tentatively.

Ying Zhiyao suddenly looked up with a murderous gaze.

“Where do you want to go?” The wretched man immediately grabbed the information document in Ying Zhiyao’s hand.

With a tearing sound, the document was torn in half. Upon seeing this, the wretched man had an awkward expression. He didn’t expect her to hold it so tightly. In the next second, he was pushed away by an invisible force and his huge body flew out of the carriage.

Ying Zhiyao’s other hand was holding half of the document she had snatched from the wretched man. No one saw how this woman snatched it back!

Instantly, everyone on the train was stunned. This beauty must have practiced shot put. Otherwise, how could her arm have such powerful strength?

Ying Zhiyao pieced the two halves of the paper together with pain in her eyes. The moment the paper was torn open, she felt as if her heart had been torn into two!

Ying Zhiyao pursed her lips as she stared at the things whistling past the window, ignoring the commotion in the train.

Ying Zhiyao wasn’t sure how things were resolved. She only knew that there was someone she was familiar with handling this matter. That person was Miao Nuochu!

That place was a little remote. After two days and two nights on the train, they had only traveled two-thirds of the way. Next, she had to cross the mountains on her own. Ying Zhiyao didn’t know how long she had walked, nor did she count how many times the sun had risen and set. She only knew that she had finally arrived!

This place seemed to have been forgotten by the world and it was extremely desolate. Looking at the dilapidated temple in front of her, Ying Zhiyao smirked slightly. She heard the ancient bell, which rang again and again.

After Ying Zhiyao entered, Miao Nuochu stood where Ying Zhiyao had been standing just now. As he looked at the temple that had already lost its plaque, confusion appeared in his eyes.

A gust of wind blew gently and swept away the stone that was buried in the dust on the ground, revealing two words: Huashan Temple!