Chapter Eighteen: Escape from Black Mountain

“Is there really no other way out?” Feng Shang walked up to the Thumb-sized Scarecrow and pleaded.

“I am a singing scarecrow, oh scarecrow; I am a dancing scarecrow, oh scarecrow!” The Thumb-sized Scarecrow shook its head and replied, “No, there isn’t!”

“Then what use are you, you little thing!” Feng Shang said angrily.

“I am a singing scarecrow, oh scarecrow; I am a dancing scarecrow, oh scarecrow!” The Thumb-sized Scarecrow continued to sing cheerfully, replying, “My master hasn’t told me to follow you, so my purpose has nothing to do with you!”

Feng Shang raised his hand. “Do you believe I’ll strangle you?”

Upon hearing this, the Thumb-sized Scarecrow leapt up and kicked Feng Shang’s palm. Feng Shang’s expression changed instantly. He retreated to the side, clutching his hand and crying out, “That hurts!”

“I am a singing scarecrow, oh scarecrow; I am a dancing scarecrow, oh scarecrow!” The Thumb-sized Scarecrow kept singing and dancing.

“This little fellow is really impressive!” At that moment, Feng Shang was utterly convinced.

Han Tianyue watched the Thumb-sized Scarecrow and couldn’t help but marvel.

Though the scarecrow possessed some skills, none of them considered him a match for the Black Mountain Demon, who was formidable and powerful.

“To leave this place is inevitable, but we must think carefully about how to do it,” Jin Di said. Although every time they were defeated miserably by the Black Mountain Demon, his determination to leave remained unshaken.

“There’s no other way. We can only go and face him!” Mao Xuanzi replied with a steady face.

“That’s all we can do. Now there are eight of us. I don’t believe we can’t handle the Black Mountain Demon!” Han Tianyue, though never having confronted the demon himself, saw no other option.

Jin Di looked at Han Tianyue and Mao Xuanzi, nodding. “Let’s give it a try!”

With that, they all left the mountain cave together.

It was daytime outside, the sky high and the clouds thin, all around was calm.

Jin Di led everyone around a cliff and stopped before a mountain, pointing to the peak ahead. “That is where we last encountered the Black Mountain Demon!”

The mountain was barren, only a few wild grasses swaying in the wind, not a tree or flower in sight.

They advanced cautiously, vigilant as they approached the mountain.

The sky remained high, the clouds still thin, everything as tranquil as before.

Yet every step was careful, for they all knew the Black Mountain Demon could appear in a flash, and in that instant, they could be shattered to pieces.

Just then, Jin Di’s elf bracelet on his waist began to glow. He picked it up and said, “I remember Princess Qingfeng said that whenever there are elves nearby, the elf bracelet will light up. Could it be that elves have passed through?”

They continued to leave the mountain, moving far away, and the Black Mountain Demon never appeared, but the elf bracelet kept shining.

“Wonderful, we’ve finally escaped!” Feng Shang sighed in relief.

Jin Di clutched the elf bracelet tightly, saying seriously, “I don’t think it’s that simple.”

At that moment, the elf bracelet trembled. Jin Di’s hand loosened, and the bracelet fell to the ground. Before them appeared a scene: Princess Qingfeng collapsed on the ground, a dark shadow pursuing her.

Princess Qingfeng closed her eyes and cried, “Help me!”

A sudden sound—something unknown landed on Princess Qingfeng. She fainted, and the scene vanished.

“That scene just now happened here!” said the meticulous Duona.

“So that means Princess Qingfeng’s blood has stained this whole area!” With this realization, everyone understood why the elf bracelet kept glowing.

“We must go back and save Princess Qingfeng!” Watching the image of the princess fainting, Jin Di made his decision.

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