Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Chapter 133 Mental Illness

"Jiang Yueming, you!"

Suddenly pulled off the cliff by Jiang Yueming, a gust of wind rushed up from her feet, and the frosty white clothes made a crisp rustling sound. Yang Shuo hurriedly pinched the bell tied at her waist, letting the wind blow her white straw hat away.

Without the confinement of the straw hat, her cascading white hair fluttered in the wind, revealing her snow-white neck. Her picturesque eyebrows and eyes, her ethereal lips and teeth, and her elegant, fairy-like face appeared especially beautiful under the moonlight.

Even the most beautiful goddesses of the nine heavens could not surpass her.

However, a hint of annoyance appeared in those pale red eyes.

"Hold me tight!" Jiang Yueming ignored Yang Shuo's emotions, hugged her slender waist tightly, and used one hand to grab a green vine on the edge of the cliff.

Two figures swung back and forth on the cliff face, like a swing.

"Jiang Yueming, where are you putting your hands!" Yang Shuo suddenly felt a tightness in her soft waist and abdomen, and a blush appeared on her fair face.

She was now almost touching Jiang Yueming, and if she weren't afraid that the two silver bells tied around her waist would fall off, she would have pushed him away long ago.

Jiang Yueming's sudden jump off the cliff really frightened her, but she was even more angry.

He clearly said he wouldn't jump off the cliff, but he still jumped now. The most important thing is those two silver bells!

If the bell falls down, how is she supposed to find it in such a huge valley and ravine?

If she can't find it, she will definitely kill Jiang Yueming!

"Just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon." Jiang Yueming still ignored Yang Shuo's feelings, quickly locking her eyes on the rock she had found earlier, and kicked the rock wall with her toes, swinging it forcefully.

Two figures drew a beautiful arc in the void and landed perfectly on a protruding rock platform in an instant.

As soon as they landed, Jiang Yueming immediately released Yang Shuo and bowed her head in apology: "I'm sorry, Yang Da..."

Snapped!

Before Jiang Yueming could finish his apology, Yang Shuo raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"Jiang Yueming, why did you still jump off the cliff?" Yang Shuo's pale red eyes gradually showed anger, and she subconsciously reached out to check the bell at her waist.

After carefully inspecting the bell three times, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and questioned again, "If Jiang Yueming had broken the vine just now, we would all have fallen to our deaths in the dark ditch of the valley! Do you know that?!"

"What you're doing is incredibly risky, and you're completely untrustworthy!"

Faced with Yang Shuo's anger, Jiang Yueming simply listened silently, intending to explain after she calmed down.

After all, she was a girl, and suddenly jumping off a cliff with him must have really frightened her.

However, she seemed different now than when they first met. He had always thought Yang Shuo was the kind of person who remained calm and composed no matter what happened.

Looking at it now, she wasn't entirely as distant and cold as she appeared on the surface, and those two bells must have been very important to her.

When she jumped off the cliff, she would rather have her straw hat blown away than grab onto it. Instead, she grabbed the two silver bells tightly at the moment of falling. Even when she leaned against Jiang Yueming later, she only used one hand, while the other hand was still tightly holding the bells.

After a long while, Jiang Yueming carefully observed Yang Shuo's expression and, only after realizing that she seemed to have calmed down, dared to speak again: "I'm so sorry, Dr. Yang, I overlooked your feelings. I thought you would remain calm and composed."

"Actually, I had already anticipated this rock wall platform when I went up to rescue you, including the weight-bearing limit of these vines."

Jiang Yueming pondered for a moment, then explained, "The reason I chose this place is because it's several thousand meters above the bottom of the cliff. If Li Gu and the others want to come down the ravine to find us, they'll definitely have to mobilize a lot of manpower."

"By then, the stronghold will be empty, and we can go back up and escape completely."

Upon hearing Jiang Yueming's explanation, the anger in Yang Shuo's eyes slowly faded, and she asked coldly, "So you're using this as a diversionary tactic?"

Jiang Yueming nodded.

After all, there were too many of them. The only way to escape unscathed from the stronghold was to lure them away from the mountain.

Otherwise, a head-on confrontation would offer almost no chance of escape, as Jiang Yiyu, at the fourth stage of the Ancient Realm, is no pushover.

Now that Jiang Yueming has angered him right under his nose, he is even less willing to let her go.

"Then how did you know about Li Gu's illness?"

Yang Shuo still had this unresolved question in her mind. If Li Gu hadn't intervened and blocked Jiang Yiyu's sword light back then, it would be unknown whether she would still be here talking to Jiang Yueming.

That blocked black palm strike was crucial, and it was all thanks to Jiang Yueming, meaning Jiang Yueming saved her twice.

"It's very simple," Jiang Yueming suddenly winked mischievously and smiled confidently, "Look, their village is called the Men's Gang, and the main hall is called the Hall of Heroic Spirit. This is undoubtedly sending a signal."

"But that's just your guess. What if it's just a coincidence?" Yang Shuo seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the answer and asked again.

Inferences without evidence are untenable. Yang Shuo diagnosed Li Gu's illness by taking his pulse properly, but it is hard to believe that Jiang Yueming could know Li Gu's weakness based solely on his extraordinary observation.

Therefore, Yang Shuo was more inclined to believe that it was a coincidence, or that Jiang Yueming was just lucky and guessed correctly.

It's normal for her to have such thoughts. As a doctor, every action can affect a patient's life, and there's no room for carelessness. She has some reservations about such guesswork-based inferences.

Jiang Yueming understood that Yang Shuo, as a doctor, needed to be meticulous and thorough: "Actually, Dr. Yang's concerns are understandable, since I really don't have any evidence for this."

But the result was obvious; Jiang Yueming guessed right. As soon as the secret was mentioned, Li Gu immediately became anxious. In fact, at that moment, he was also gambling that Li Gu would make a move against Jiang Yiyu.

He clearly made the right bet again.

Yang Shuo's pale red eyes darkened slightly, and she didn't continue the topic. Pointing at Jiang Yueming, she said, "Take off your clothes."

"???" Jiang Yueming frowned and involuntarily took a step back.

"This... Dr. Yang, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Yang Shuo's eyes reflected Jiang Yueming's strange expression. Her face remained as cold and indifferent as when they first met. She said, "If you don't treat the wound on your back, then I'm not going to take care of you anymore."

After she finished speaking, Jiang Yueming realized what Yang Shuo meant. He immediately scratched his head embarrassedly, took off his shirt, and revealed his pale yellow skin.

Earlier, when he was swinging Yang Shuo in his arms, he had been acting as a human cushion to prevent her from getting hurt, but his back slammed hard against the hard, uneven rock wall.

"Turn around, squat down with your back to me," Yang Shuo said calmly, taking out a piece of gauze and several packets of medicine powder from her sleeve.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming had no choice but to do as Yang Shuo said, feeling like a primary school student undergoing a physical examination.

As for whether Yang Shuo would blush or feel uncomfortable when she saw a man's skin, that's a joke.

Yang Shuo is a doctor; what kind of man hasn't she seen, or rather, what part of a man hasn't she seen?

"Young Master Jiang, I've noticed that you seem to be... seriously ill."

Yang Shuoyu treated Jiang Yueming's bloody wound on his back, her lips moving slightly.

Jiang Yueming's face stiffened slightly, and she was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.

Why does this sound like an insult?

But when she said it, it sounded like there was nothing wrong with it…

"You not only have stomach problems, but you also seem to have a hidden ailment, and a vague...mental illness."