Chapter 319 - 319 Found It (1)

319 Found It (1)

After the rain, the already difficult mountain path became even more difficult to navigate. There were bushes all around, not to mention insects and ants. After walking for a while, water could be wrung out of their shoes and socks.

In the end, under Song Jingchen’s suggestion, Shen Yijia climbed onto Furball’s back.

She didn’t have to walk by herself, but Furball could bring her everywhere. Shen Yijia felt that she had walked for nothing. Why didn’t she think of this earlier?

She had just asked Furball to bring her around and return to Song Jingchen’s side when she waved at him excitedly. “Hubby, do you want to come up with me?”

This was more fun than riding a horse.

Song Jingchen glanced at Furball, who was panting from Shen Yijia’s torture, and shook his head. “No need. I’m not tired.”

“Alright.” Shen Yijia thought that he was embarrassed and did not force him. She patted Furball’s head and said, “Furball, let’s walk in front and clear the way for them.”

Shen Yijia pulled out the long whip at her waist and swung it around. A single whip could cut off a large patch of bushes, opening a path for Song Jingchen and the other two.

Her hands were busy, and she didn’t stop singing. She repeated one of the few songs she’d heard in the compound.

“I have a little donkey. I’ve never ridden it. One day, I rode it up the mountain on a whim. I was holding a small whip in my hand. I was very proud of myself,” she sang.

“I have a little donkey…”

For a moment, the originally empty deep mountains were surrounded by her tone-deaf singing. From time to time, she would scare off the birds.

Shen Yijia was happy, but Furball was so tired that it only rolled its eyes. Its ears were still being tortured by her demonic voice.

Besides, it was a tiger, the king of the mountains. How could it be compared to a low-level species like a donkey?

Thirty Thousand walked at the back. He silently took out his water bag and took a sip. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he felt that the water in his water bag was magical. After taking a sip, he didn’t feel so tired anymore.

In less than a day, the injuries on his body had miraculously scabbed over.

When he first discovered it, he had even given it to his master to drink, but he received Song Jingchen’s gaze as if he was looking at an idiot.

If he gave it to Mo Yuan, she would ignore him.

Therefore, he could only enjoy it alone.

What Thirty Thousand did not know was that Shen Yijia had actually dripped spiritual liquid into their water bags.

Especially Song Jingchen. The kiss yesterday wasn’t for nothing. His injuries had long recovered.

As for the water bag, if others had it, her beautiful husband naturally had it too.

Shen Yijia diluted the water for them because she was afraid that the effect would be too obvious and scare them.

Next, they encountered a few attacks from ferocious wild animals, but at least it was not as dangerous as before. There was a large group of them.

Coupled with Furball, ordinary ferocious beasts were frightened away by it before they could approach.

Strangely, the closer they got to their destination, the fewer insects and ants there were, let alone ferocious beasts. In their place was a thick fog.

Fortunately, after Mo Yuan’s examination, she concluded that the thick fog was not poisonous. At most, it could affect one’s vision.

In order to avoid getting separated, Shen Yijia wanted to come down and walk, but Song Jingchen found a vine to tie Furball up and led it away.

“There’s no need to come down,” Song Jingchen said.

Furball thought, “This couple doesn’t treat me like a tiger.”

Shen Yijia looked at Furball’s angry expression and smiled. “Alright.”

Thirty Thousand followed suit and handed the vines to Mo Yuan. “Why don’t I hold your hand and walk too?”

Mo Yuan glanced at him coldly and walked to Shen Yijia’s other side without a word.

Shen Yijia laughed unkindly. Why did she only realize that Thirty Thousand was a silly deer?

However, before Shen Yijia could be happy for long, Song Jingchen suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Yijia asked.

Song Jingchen frowned and walked forward to carry Shen Yijia off Furball. He said softly, “We’re lost.”

There was something strange about the appearance of this thick fog, and it wasn’t poisonous. Song Jingchen felt that it wasn’t that simple, so he specially paid attention to his surroundings.

As expected, he discovered a problem.

Song Jingchen held Shen Yijia’s hand and walked to a withered tree. “Do you remember this tree?”

Shen Yijia was stunned. She carefully observed the withered tree and compared it with the branch she had casually broken out of boredom. Indeed, it matched a broken limb on the withered tree.

However, she broke the tree branch at least half an hour ago. During this period, they walked back to where they came from.

“Master, I think I threw this aside earlier.” Thirty Thousand picked up a fruit core and showed it to Song Jingchen.