The two of them walked leisurely down the long pavilion, "This long journey has no other beautiful scenery except for the mountains, forests and blue rivers surrounding the pavilion, which is really boring."

But when Yanxin suddenly tugged on her sleeve and looked different, she also began to get serious, because she felt a strangeness, and this strangeness was probably the culprit that caused Yanxin's intuition to be uneasy many times!

"Sister Leng Mu, I seem to see something floating around in the distance, it can't be a ghost, right?"

Hell, you're big, ghost!" "Where the hell did this blue|sky|white|day, come from! I think it's because you're thinking too much." Mu Lingzhen denied Yanxin's speculation in one sentence, if it weren't for the fact that she was a modern pop girl in the 21st century, she might really believe in the gods and ghosts.

"Let's go over and see. Mu Lingzhen pulled the inkstone and walked towards the dark place......

Although it is said to be a blue sky, white day, but this pavilion goes down more and more weird, this huge Qionglou Yuyu is originally a pleasant scenery, magnificent. But Mu Lingzhen and Yanxin chose the wrong pavilion road, and the pavilion road they chose was the pavilion road that extended to the right of the main pavilion.

In fact, the main pavilion between Mu Lingzhen and Yanxin to hide from the rain has four pavilions on the left and right, and Mu Lingzhen will choose the right pavilion because she feels that there must be something at the end of the long pavilion. The pavilion looked like a long slope, and they seemed to come down from it.

The further down they went (the pavilion resembled a slope) became more and more eerie, and after a while, the gravel road replaced the pavilion path of the pavilion (the slope-like section of the road gradually built up by wooden planks, and the scene seemed a little incongruous). At this time, the gloomy woods replaced the long pavilion, and it can be said that they have come to the end of this long pavilion.

"There's nothing to see here, so let's go back first!" Yan Xin said timidly, who knows:

"It's all here, and it's a pity not to go again. Don't forget, we secretly escaped to play, no matter what we do, we will still be scolded when we go back, so it's better to play first, and then regret it. ”

"Okay then!" Yan Xin couldn't resist Mu Lingzhen, so he had to nod and agree.

The two of them walked in the gloomy forest, and it was best to use the words dark and dayless to accommodate here.

There seems to be nothing else here except for the nanmu (a tree specially used to make high-quality coffins) that grows enough to cover the sky and avoid the sun, but as you walk, the call of the crow-like bird (like a crow) emerges out of nowhere (legend has it, as long as the bird calls, it represents the death).

"Bugu ~ Bugu ......"

......

"Dead stinky bird, what's it called, shut up!" Mu Lingzhen couldn't help but be upset when she heard this kind of call, besides, she was still in this dark and wet forest.

"Sister Leng Mu, Yan Xin heard that as soon as this cloth bird cries, it will die on behalf of the people, or let's leave here and go back to the Qi Palace!" Yan Xin tugged Mu Lingzhen's arm, looking very scared.

"It's just a legend, probably all fake, designed to scare people. Mu Lingzhen didn't seem to care about this, and Yan Xin was a little suspicious that the bold slave in front of her was not the Mu Lingzhen she knew.

"I heard from the people in the house that the prince asked you to solve the case within ten days, but I haven't heard you mention any reliable good news. Now that eight days have passed, if two more days pass, there are still no eyebrows, have you ever thought about how to explain to the prince?" Yan Xin suddenly changed his mind and asked.

"Confess, what can I confess, hasn't the murderer been brought to justice a long time ago?" Mu Lingzhen had a strange smile on her face, which made Yan Xin feel cold.

"You also believe those people in the Yamen, I think they just let a death row prisoner kill himself instead of the real murderer, and the case was closed early. "What Yanxin said in front of Mu Lingzhen is the Tao, but unfortunately Mu Lingzhen doesn't care about this.

"You're right, but I'm not referring to the people of the yamen, but ...... Rajah. Mu Lingzhen's eyes revealed a hint of cunning and weirdness, Yan Xin didn't know, what is the relationship between this case and King Qi? But she didn't ask anymore, after all, this case was not for her to decide the outcome.

The two of them still walked towards the depths of the Nan Wood Forest, and the gloomy and bleak sunlight shrouded this strange Nan Wood Forest. Sometimes, the deep forest is so quiet that everything sleeps in the fear of death, and other times, ghostly figures and creepy cries can make people hallucinate in the underworld.

Thick and towering strange plants, bewitching and nameless insects, everything looks so unusual. Deep in the mountains and old forests, the ancient trees are towering to the sky (the ancients did not cut down big trees, they agreed that "the tree grows into a fine") day by day, because the forest looks eerie and mysterious.

This huge forest is darkly lit, and the tall and straight Nan trees block most of the sunlight, and only the mottled and sparse light shines through the branches and leaves of the trees, making the forest particularly mysterious and weird.

The forest was filled with an erratic mist, and the forest, which had been bustling (the noisy chirping of the birds), suddenly became surprisingly quiet, as if all living beings had never set foot here.

The two kept walking forward like this, and Mu Lingzhen, who was not afraid, became more and more unconfident, but she didn't want to lose face in front of Yanxin, so she had to continue walking. In fact, if Mu Lingzhen is not so reckless and stubborn. Perhaps, she wouldn't have ended up like that.

Monologue: "Flowers on the other side, bloom on the other side, only see the flowers but not the leaves, and the birth is wrong." Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves are born and wrong, and the world will never see each other......"