274: Missing person

"Senior Sister, you've finally come out!" A familiar voice suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this voice, Nan Qingyue was overjoyed and quickly turned her head toward the source.

At that moment, Situ Jiu, dressed in a green robe, appeared before Nan Qingyue.

Gazing at Situ Jiu, Nan Qingyue's eyes immediately welled up with tears from her intense excitement.

Originally, Nan Qingyue thought she would never see Situ Jiu again, but to her surprise, she had actually encountered him here once more.

"A Jiu! So you're alright! Are you really okay?" Nan Qingyue exclaimed in joy, rushing forward to hug Situ Jiu tightly.

Feeling the warmth of Situ Jiu's body, Nan Qingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief; this was indeed the man himself.

Situ Jiu gave a slight smile. "Senior Sister, what's wrong? Of course I'm fine. Are you overthinking things?"

"What happened? Did something occur?"

"Senior Sister, why did you come out looking so panicked?"

Situ Jiu was quite curious, his brow furrowed as he watched Nan Qingyue, feeling a bit of lingering fear on her behalf.

And at that moment...

Nan Qingyue smiled slightly and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's nothing, nothing. As long as I can see you, it's fine," Nan Qingyue wept with joy.

Just moments ago, Nan Qingyue had suddenly lost sight of Situ Jiu. She had searched for a long time without finding him, feeling utterly helpless.

However, just as Nan Qingyue was about to give up, a brilliant light appeared before her.

Nan Qingyue had charged toward that light and finally managed to break out using that method!

It could be said that Nan Qingyue was lucky to have actually escaped that pitch-black Corridor; it had been a desperate move.

"A Jiu, where exactly did you go just now? No matter how I called for you, why didn't you show up?" Nan Qingyue's face darkened, her brow furrowed.

"Just now? I've been here the whole time. Senior Sister, did you see wrong?" Situ Jiu was slightly stunned, becoming even more curious and failing to understand what Nan Qingyue was talking about.

"That's impossible. Weren't we just in a pitch-black Corridor? How could you have been here the whole time!" Nan Qingyue sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to believe it.

Then, with a dark expression, she narrowed her eyes and stared intently at Situ Jiu.

She had just emerged from that pitch-black Corridor, so why did Situ Jiu say he had been here all along?

This was simply impossible!

Could it be that this Situ Jiu had never been in the Corridor at all, but had never even entered it?

Then who was the Situ Jiu in the pitch-black Corridor? Who was it that Nan Qingyue had seen?

"No way. Senior Sister, have you lost your memory? Ever since we entered the courtyard, haven't we been here the whole time?" Situ Jiu's brow furrowed, his curiosity growing.

In Situ Jiu's memory, after entering this courtyard with Nan Qingyue, they had been in the garden the entire time and had never left.

This made things even more strange.

In Nan Qingyue's memory, they had entered a pitch-black Corridor. This was truly bizarre!

It was simply too strange!

"Impossible! That's impossible! We were together in that pitch-black Corridor just now, how could you have been here all along?" Nan Qingyue retreated several steps, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

Nan Qingyue clenched her fists tightly, then reached for the Sword behind her.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue felt it was very strange; the feeling this Situ Jiu gave off was somewhat abnormal.

It was far too bizarre. What exactly was going on!

"What's wrong, Senior Sister? What are you doing?" Situ Jiu's face darkened, his brow furrowed in helplessness.

Seeing Situ Jiu like this, Nan Qingyue became even more curious.

And it was at this moment...

Situ Jiu stepped forward, coming to stand before Nan Qingyue.

However, Nan Qingyue brandished her Sword, maintaining a vigilant stance as she stared at Situ Jiu.

"No, you shouldn't be Situ Jiu. Just now, Situ Jiu and I were clearly in the Corridor together, yet you don't remember it at all! Speak! Who exactly are you!" Nan Qingyue's face was dark as she suddenly swung her Sword, pointing it at Situ Jiu.

Nan Qingyue's gaze narrowed as she stared fixedly at Situ Jiu.

At this time, a bold thought occurred to Nan Qingyue: if the person she encountered in the pitch-black Corridor wasn't Situ Jiu...

Then who was that person!

"Senior Sister, what are you doing?" Situ Jiu lowered his head, looking at the Sword pointed at him with a deep frown.

"Senior Sister, put down the Sword. What is this for?"

"Senior Sister, I'm Situ Jiu. Do you not recognize me?"

Situ Jiu's brow furrowed, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down this way.

However, Nan Qingyue maintained her serious expression, not taking his words to heart at all.

In fact, Nan Qingyue believed that there was definitely something wrong with this Situ Jiu; it was impossible for the memory of being in the pitch-black Corridor to simply vanish.

If this Situ Jiu lacked that segment of memory, it pointed to one problem.

This Situ Jiu was very likely a fake; he was not Situ Jiu.

"No, you aren't Situ Jiu. Who on earth are you! If you don't speak, I won't be polite." Nan Qingyue's face was dark, her posture extremely vigilant.

Nan Qingyue knew what she was doing as she brandished her Sword, pointing it at the Situ Jiu not far away.

The Sword light shimmered, enough to make one's heart tremble.

In the air, the Sword erupted with a cold glint that made one gasp.

"Senior Sister, are you alright? I really am Situ Jiu. Have you lost your memory?" Situ Jiu's face darkened as he clenched his fists tightly. "Senior Sister, I am Situ Jiu of the Divine Sword Sect. I came here for Mr. Li."

"Senior Sister, do you really not recognize me anymore?" Situ Jiu sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling utterly helpless.

Situ Jiu had an innocent look on his face; it was hard to tell if it was genuine or a deliberate disguise.

However, Nan Qingyue didn't believe Situ Jiu at all.

Nan Qingyue suddenly had a sixth sense that something was off about this Situ Jiu.

It wasn't just the missing memory; his entire presence felt strange to her.

Nan Qingyue couldn't quite describe the feeling. In truth, she had no evidence, only an intuition.

"No, you aren't the Situ Jiu I know. Who are you?" Nan Qingyue's face was dark as she brandished her Sword.

With a flick of her wrist, the Sword in her hand became like a venomous snake.