Treasure identifying Golden Finger

Yuan Yue had always thought that Faang Cheng was good in every way. Whether it was in terms of appearance, personality, or ability, he could actually be considered a perfect person. It was just that he was sometimes really saintly, which had always made Yuan Yue complain.    

    

From Faang Cheng's point of view, regardless of whether this person was a good person or a bad person, as long as the other party's crime did not deserve to die, he would always want to save him. Even though he knew that saving this person would cost him a lot of energy, Spirit Power, and might even hurt his very foundation, he would still save him without hesitation.    

    

Yuan Yue did not like this point at all. She felt that it was simply unimaginable to waste so much of her energy, Spirit Power, and even her own hands on those bad guys. In her opinion, nothing could compare to Faang Cheng's body. She had nothing to say about saving him, but if saving him affected Faang Cheng in any way, she would be very unhappy.    

    

On this point, Yuan Yue had tried to persuade Faang Cheng more than once. Faang Cheng also understood her intentions and promised Yuan Yue that if the other party was a bad person who had done something bad, and if saving that person might hurt him or waste a lot of his Spirit Power, then he would not insist on saving that person. Only after receiving Faang Cheng's promise did Yuan Yue feel relieved and went out to save him.    

    

However, under such circumstances, Yuan Yue suddenly felt that she could not accept someone like Shang Yun, who could have saved him but chose not to. What he said was actually right. In order to save this scum, he had to dirty her clothes and waste her Spirit Power. Why would he do that? That was what he had thought in the past too. However, now that he was in such a situation, he couldn't agree with Shang Yun's thoughts.    

    

"If you don't want to save him, then I will..."    

    

Yuan Yue rolled up her sleeves and was about to squat down to save her, but Shang Yun grabbed her slim arm.    

    

"What are you doing?"    

    

The cool sensation made Yuan Yue's heart skip a beat. She subconsciously wanted to pull her arm back, but she was unable to do so. Yuan Yue looked at Shang Yun in surprise. She felt that the young man in front of her did not seem to be exerting any strength at all.    

    

Yuan Yue couldn't help but feel surprised. In her opinion, Shang Yun's Spirit Power was not outstanding. She did not feel any powerful Spirit Power in Shang Yun's body. However, at this moment, as Shang Yun's arm tightened around her, she realized that the young man in front of her was probably not as simple as she had thought. He must have been hiding his Spirit Power all along, and...    

    

"Don't save him!"    

    

Shang Yun opened his mouth to speak. Even though his tone was still as gentle as before, Yuan Yue could hear the determination and viciousness in his tone. She frowned and looked at Shang Yun. After thinking for a while, she relaxed.    

    

Yuan Yue could feel that Shang Yun was in a dangerous situation. She didn't need to offend Shang Yun because of that young monk who had done so many bad things. She didn't know what would happen to Shang Yun if he was angered. She didn't know if she could resist him. So she chose to stay away from him. She didn't want to anger him.    

    

"Fine. I won't save you. Don't be agitated. Let me go now!"    

    

Yuan Yue said softly to Shang Yun.    

    

Shang Yun stared at Yuan Yue's eyes for a long time, as if she was sure that Yuan Yue didn't intend to save anyone. Only then did she slowly let go of her arm.    

    

"Yue Yue, are you alright?"    

    

When Yuan Yue and Shang Yun's eyes met, she had rushed out and stood beside the two of them, keeping a close eye on them, as if waiting for her to help Yuan Yue if there was any conflict between the two of them.    

    

"It's fine!"    

    

Yuan Yue shook her head and took a few steps back away from Shang Yun. She pulled Shu Qing and stood a distance away from Shang Yun.    

    

"Don't mess with that Shang Yun. His personality is very extreme, and his Spirit Power is very strong. Many of his characteristics are hidden by him. He's definitely not a simple person."    

    

Yuan Yue used the Spirit Power to transmit her voice into Shu Qing's mind. When Shu Qing heard her words, she nodded her head and then carefully stood beside Yuan Yue, not saying another word.    

    

Little by little, the voice of the bleeding young monk grew fainter and fainter, and his body gradually ceased to struggle, and a few moments later he lay still on the ground, at an angle of his head and body, and died. Before he died he was in so much pain that he died with an expression of such horror on his face.    

    

Old Nine was dead, and the others felt nothing but fear, but the middle-aged monk and the young monk in the tavern, who had been scared out of their wits, felt a chill in their hearts. They were afraid. Old Nine died a horrible death. What would happen to the two of them? [If they are going to die, why don't we just run away?]    

    

[Under such circumstances, we have to do something now.] The middle-aged monk was also well aware of this, so he turned around and looked at the young monk behind him with a determined expression on his face.    

    

"Disciple, since things have come to this, it's more important that we can escape. Listen to my command later. I will shout 'Run' and we will run out of the tavern. When we get out, one of us will run south and one of us will run north. If we split up, we'll have a better chance of surviving. If we run in one direction and get caught, we'll be wiped out. So... when we split up, it's up to us whether we'll be lucky enough to survive."    

    

The middle-aged monk whispered to the young monk, who knew that this was all they could do. So he nodded and began to prepare to run away.    

    

"Three, two, one, run!"    

    

The middle-aged monk counted down from three and gave the order.    

    

Then the young monk ran nervously in the direction of the door, while the middle-aged monk, who had shouted the slogan, was in no hurry at all. He watched his apprentice run out of the door before he ran nervously and cautiously toward the door.    

    

Chapter 15 - The World's Best Friend