The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

He took the opportunity to bend his knees and push against her lower abdomen, forcing her to take a half step back. Just as Su Yang picked up the knife, she kicked him in the chest, and he crashed against the head of the bed, hitting the back of his head on the bedside table. The pain made him see stars.

Qiu Gu didn't give him a chance to breathe, pouncing on him like a cheetah, his elbow pressing straight into his throat. Su Yang rolled sideways to avoid it, his elbow scraping against the sheets. The two of them struggled in the guest room, and the table lamp fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Qiu Gu's eyes tightened, clearly afraid of alerting the outsiders. She suddenly took a half step back, a dark cloth bag in her left hand, the opening faintly smelling of medicine. Su Yang's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to be on guard, she pounced on him, the bag swirling towards his face with a gust of wind.

A sweet and greasy smell mixed with fishy smell rushed into Su Yang's nose. He thought to himself that something was wrong and subconsciously held his breath and tried to shrink back.

The back of his neck was held down tightly by a prisoner's hand, the force threatening to break his cervical vertebrae. Another hand pressed the cloth bag hard against his nose and mouth, and the sweet, cloying smell of the medicine permeated his nasal cavity, drilling into his lungs and seeping into his bones.

His head began to feel heavy, and the scene before him became blurry. The prisoner's frighteningly bright eyes gradually overlapped in the darkness. He wanted to struggle, but his limbs were as soft as cotton. The folding knife had already fallen to the ground with a slight sound. Before the last trace of consciousness dissipated, he felt his body lighten, and he fell limply, falling into a cold embrace.

Without a moment's hesitation, Qiu Gu carried Su Yang on his back as if he were carrying a bag of light goods, turned around and climbed out of the window. His figure instantly blended into the thick night, leaving only the mess in the room and the lingering smell of medicine in the air.

-

Deep in the vast mountains, thick shade blocks out the sun.

"Cough cough..."

Su Yang woke up from his coma, his throat was burning with pain and the bitter taste of the drugs remained. He wanted to sit up, but found that his hands and feet were loosely tied.

"woke up?"

The sound of a prisoner came from the side. She was sitting under an old locust tree, her back against the trunk, using a branch to poke ants on the ground. The hood of her hoodie was taken off, revealing a face so pale that it was almost transparent.

He had high brow bones, a straight nose, dark circles under his eyes, and a wound on his side that was oozing blood, staining his black shirt darkly.

"You...what on earth do you want to do?" Su Yang struggled with the rope. It wasn't tied tightly, but rather loosely. "You tied me up in this damn place, are you trying to avenge me in the water dungeon?"

"No," Qiu Gu didn't look up. He picked up an ant with his fingers and watched it crawl on his palm. "It's quiet here. No one will disturb me."

Su Yang moved his body, trying to untie the rope, and said sternly, "If you want to kill me, do it quickly, don't play tricks! I'm not afraid!"

Qiu Ge turned his head and looked at him, his eyes filled with childish curiosity. "Why should I kill you?"

"Then why did you kidnap me to this damn place?"

She stood up, walked to Su Yang, squatted down, and suddenly touched his cheek with her fingers. The cold touch made Su Yang stiffen all over.

"Because you are beautiful, especially your eyes, which are as bright as mountain spring water."

Su Yang suddenly turned his head to avoid her touch, gritting his teeth and cursing, "Are you sick? Are you teasing me? Believe it or not, I'll let my brother eat you alive!"

Qiu Gu paid no attention to Su Yang's harsh words. He glanced at the dense shadows of the trees around him and said, "Eat them alive? You can't do that here. It looks the same as outside, but it's actually an illusion."

Su Yang was stunned, thinking he had misheard: "Illusion? Who are you trying to fool? This tree is real, the wind is real, even the smell of earth on the ground is real!"

"It's very real." Qiu Gu nodded. "This place simulates the day and night of the outside world. There will be sunrise and sunset, tigers and wild beasts, and you can even feel the cold and heat. But listen carefully..."

She reached out and pressed Su Yang's ears. The sounds of wind and insects around him disappeared instantly, leaving only an eerie silence. Even the sound of flowing air became blurred.

"Do you feel it?" Prisoner's hand loosened, his voice strangely empty. "Time here is relatively static. You could be here for ten days or half a month, and outside, only a few hours might have passed."

Su Yang looked at her in disbelief: "What did you say? This...was this arranged by you?"

Qiu Gu shook her head, picked up a branch from the ground, and drew circles in the dirt. "I didn't set this up. It's an ownerless illusion I stumbled upon." She looked up at the dense treetops, a rare hint of genuine emotion in her eyes. "It's quiet here, no one disturbs me. I like staying here."

"You're talking nonsense! If this illusion is really as powerful as you say, how could it be ownerless?"

"Believe it or not."

Su Yang was anxious. He struggled to free himself from the ropes on his hands and feet. He immediately climbed up, moved his numb wrists, and took a few steps back cautiously. "What on earth do you want to do? What's the point of trapping me?"

"It's useless." Qiu Gu also stood up, "I just want to find someone to accompany me."

"Who wants to accompany you, a lunatic!" Su Yang looked around, his eyes wandering through the woods. "Don't think you can trap me by creating some illusion. I will definitely find a way out!"

"You won't be able to find me." Qiu Gu leaned back against the old locust tree, his tone as calm as if he was stating a fact. "This place can block all information. Even if people outside knew you were missing, they wouldn't be able to find any trace of you."

She paused, and looked at Su Yang with a more inquiring look. "You have a weak fluctuation of spiritual energy, so you should know some small spells, right? But this is your first time in the illusionary world. The rules here will suppress your cultivation. Your little ability is useless here."

Even if someone knew the entrance and found it, it would take at least three days and three nights to break the illusion, and it would also cost a lot of energy."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Su Yang didn't believe it at all. He had been in the underworld for so long and had seen all kinds of weird scenes. He really didn't believe that an illusion could trap him.

He turned and ran deeper into the woods, the fallen leaves rustling under his feet. The trees around him looked almost exactly the same. As he ran, he felt like he was back to where he started. The old locust tree was still there, and Prisoner's Skeleton was still leaning against it, even his posture hadn't changed.

"Don't waste your energy." She looked up at him, a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "This is an illusion. Only by walking slowly can the scene change. If you're impatient like me, you'll only end up back where you came from."

"Impossible!" Su Yang gritted his teeth, changed direction, and continued running. This time, he deliberately marked the trees he passed by, carving crooked scratches with a stone. But an hour later, when he stopped panting, he found himself back near the old locust tree. The marks carved into the tree were clearly visible, as if mocking his futility.

Qiu Ge was still leaning against the tree. Seeing Su Yang's miserable appearance, he said expressionlessly, "I told you, you can't escape."

Su Yang was panting like a donkey pulling a millstone. He pointed at the prisoner's bones and output for a while. After a break, he continued to run wildly. His hard work paid off. In the end, he succeeded... and sprained his ankle.

"Ouch, ouch...it hurts so much..."

He slumped down on the ground, rubbing his swollen ankle and cursing, "What a shabby illusion! What shabby people! What shabby trees! There's not even a proper path..."

I cursed until my voice faded, my stomach growling. I'd been running for most of the day, not even able to drink a sip of water, let alone speak. Now I was tired, hungry, and my ankle was aching. My remaining energy had vanished without a trace.

Following the principle of dying where he fell, he simply lay down on the ground, his limbs spread out like a toad with its belly turned up, staring blankly at the intertwined branches above his head.

Su Yang yawned loudly. He originally wanted to stay alert, but fatigue surged up like a tide, spreading from his limbs to his eyelids.

"Hey... you little brat, don't take this opportunity to act like a hooligan..." He mumbled dazedly, his eyes almost closing. In his sight, the figure of Qiu Ge leaning against the tree gradually overlapped with the swaying shadows, becoming a blurry black mass.

Before he could hear a response, Su Yang's head tilted to one side and he fell into a deep sleep. His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth moved occasionally, probably cursing Qiu Gu.

The daylight in this dream world arrived quickly. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled spots of light. The imaginary sound of birdsong echoed through the forest, so realistic it made me uneasy.

Su Yang turned over in his sleep and began to mumble again: "Cake...little black egg...give me another one..."