“This…”

Song Jie smiled wryly. “This is indeed a dereliction of duty on my part. I don’t know what happened to Bai Yongyan over there.

Suddenly, our communications with him were cut off, and we couldn't contact him at all.

The fellow disciples hiding in various strongholds in the city were also besieged by the Martial Virtue Guards.

I led the men in a desperate breakout, rushing towards the Young Master’s location, and barely made it in time.”

“Humph.”

Gongyang Han didn’t believe Song Jie’s nonsense at all, and stared at him with narrowed eyes, “Then why did you reveal my whereabouts to the Martial Virtue Guards from the rooftop earlier?

Causing us to be besieged by the Martial Virtue Guards?”

“Young Master, don’t blame Hall Master Song too much,”

A White Lotus member traveling with Song Jie interjected, “Hall Master Song suffered a very serious injury to the back of his head during the breakout, which affected his sanity and caused him to misspeak.”

The White Lotus member who spoke was dressed as a scholar, and was the Xiaoshusheng (Little Bookworm) who had appeared in the suburbs of Goose City that day.

The other black-robed figures traveling with him were naturally Wu Hu, Ruan Tian Ruan Di, Yun He Weng, Yi Ye Qing and Xiao Fu Mang.

“Injured?”

Gongyang Han frowned, looked at Song Jie, who scratched his head awkwardly and slowly turned around.

Everyone gasped in unison. By the flickering torchlight, they could clearly see that a large piece of Song Jie's head was sunken in.

Through his black hair, the scalp at the sunken area was visible, appearing an unhealthy dark red, like congealed blood.

Gongyang Han couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart, “This…”

“It’s just a little injury to the back of my head, it’s not a big deal.”

Song Jie turned around and smiled innocently.

As a result, the movement aggravated the wounds on his shoulders where the arrows were stuck, and blood spurted out with a "tsst tsst" sound.

The white-browed old man’s eyes widened, and he subconsciously reminded, “Hall Master Song, your shoulders…”

“Oh, oh, why are there two arrows stuck here? I was wondering why it felt a little chilly.”

Song Jie suddenly realized, and pulled out the arrow from his left shoulder.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't pulled it out. After the arrow was pulled out, blood poured out even more frantically, and his entire shoulder was dyed red.

A shallow pool of blood accumulated under his feet.

The blood loss was enormous.

“Eh, no.”

The pale-faced Song Jie seemed to realize that this was not good, and with a "ka" sound, he stuck the arrow back in to block the wound.

Everyone was immediately stunned.

The Xiaoshusheng next to him said in a pained voice, “Hall Master Song’s brain seems… unable to feel pain anymore.”

Wu Hu, Ruan Tian Ruan Di and others looked sympathetic, with expressions of grief on their faces.

Yi Ye Qing stepped forward, with tears in her eyes, sprinkled medicinal powder on Song Jie's shoulder wounds, and then carefully wrapped his shoulders with white bandages.

The scene was慷慨 and tragic.

“Hall Master Song has forgotten many things, but he has never forgotten to be loyal to you.”

Xiaoshusheng introduced in a low voice to Gongyang Han.

Song Jie’s face also showed a slightly silly smile.

“This…”

Gongyang Han couldn’t help but swallow, his doubts and suspicions disappearing for the most part.

Maybe, perhaps, Song Jie really didn’t betray them?

He wasn’t a mole?

Just as Gongyang Han’s thoughts were racing, a whistling sound came from the tunnel above them, as if something was falling rapidly.

“Bad!”

Song Jie’s expression changed drastically, and he said anxiously, “Young Master is of noble status, those treacherous Martial Virtue Guards will definitely not let Young Master go.

Although we White Lotus members are united and work together with one heart, our manpower is far from enough to match the other side.

They must have surrounded the entrance by now, constantly probing the length of the pit, testing whether it is safe to descend into the pit.

If they discover the underground network system beneath Luzhou and come down into the pit, we will be outnumbered and eventually be wiped out.”

Gongyang Han frowned and said anxiously, “Then what should we do?”

Song Jie seriously surveyed the seven tunnel entrances around the oval platform, and said in a low voice, “I only discovered the existence of underground tunnels in Luzhou today.

I only know of this one entrance that can go up and down.

But the top is already surrounded by the Martial Virtue Guards, so we can’t leave.

The only way is to temporarily hide in the well-connected underground network, avoid the Martial Virtue Guards who will be chasing after us later.

While searching for a way out, we can make secret marks along the way.

This way, even if we can't find another exit to the ground, we can shake off the Martial Virtue Guards in the complex tunnels and return along the original route according to the marks.

Following the tunnel above us, we can return to the surface.”

As if to confirm what Song Jie said.

Several torches burning with flames fell from the tunnel entrance, obviously thrown down by the Martial Virtue Guard Tiqi.

And in the tunnel, there was a more noisy sound of wind and metal colliding than before.

Vaguely, you could still hear human voices.

Song Jie cupped his fist and said solemnly to Gongyang Han, “It’s not too late. Is it better to stay here and fight the treacherous Martial Virtue Guards to the death, or to go deep into the tunnel?

Please make a quick decision, Young Master.”

“…”

Gongyang Han exchanged glances with the old man beside him, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, “Let’s do as Hall Master Song says, let’s go!”

Song Jie’s eyebrows immediately relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The wounds on his shoulders burst open again, and two thin streams of blood spurted out to the left and right like miniature fountains, like antennas.

Now that the Young Master had made a decision, the remaining White Lotus members had no choice but to quickly pack their equipment, watching Yi Ye Qing help Song Jie bandage his wounds again.

After a brief rest, they followed Song Jie, who was carrying a torch, and plunged into a certain cave.