When the two shrimp soldiers reached the gate of the palace, they stopped moving forward, and handed the two pilgrims to the hands of an official, but neither of them saw a green vine hanging down from the high eaves, and Mr. Mu looked into the hall through the window lattice. The official respectfully placed the two pilgrims in his hand on the incense table in front of the emperor, bowed and retreated.

The emperor who was high above moved, slowly walked down the dragon chair, looked down at the two people on the case, and opened his mouth slightly. The mouth grew bigger and bigger, and the face gradually distorted, and it turned into the appearance of an old cow, with sharp horns curved upward, scarlet eyes, and a large mouth full of fangs. The old cow sucked violently, and two faint phantoms floated up from the pilgrim's body, and were swallowed by the old cow. The bull's head gradually calmed down, and in an instant he changed into the appearance of an emperor, and slowly closed his eyes, looking at it as if he was enjoying it very much.

Seeing that the emperor was back on the dragon chair, the four-horned water lion-like official stepped forward again and bowed slightly, "Please bless Your Majesty." ”

The emperor seemed to be still reminiscing about the wonderful taste of Fang Cai, but he waved his hand casually, and the two beads floated towards the official, who took it in his hand and slapped it into the seal hall of the two pilgrims with a flip of his palm. After a while, the two pilgrims got up and left the palace as if nothing happened, and walked straight to the place where the monks lived in the backyard, as if they had not seen the strange scene beside them.

Mr. Mu looked at all this so weird and inexplicable, but the two pilgrims moved freely, as if they had been hurt by anything, and looked at the two shrimp soldiers at the door and walked towards the room where the pilgrims were held, Mr. Mu did not continue to stay, the pilgrims were guarded by Chu Jie and Mu Xiaohua pretending to be monks, presumably there would be no flaws, and now he had to follow these two pilgrims first to see what the emperor in the hall planned to do.

Follow the two pilgrims all the way to the backyard, the backyard of Youtan Temple is no different from other temples, the red courtyard wall looks quiet in the night, two gray-clothed monks at the gate of the courtyard are on duty, now it is not time, the two have dozed off, lazily leaning on the door, drooping their heads and clicking one by one, it seems that it will not be long before they will go to Zhou Gong to report to work.

The two pilgrims walked to the door, stretched out their hands and pushed the courtyard door, and when they saw that the courtyard door was not pushed open, they did not seem to know what to do, and stood there, neither leaving nor moving forward.

After a while, a monk seemed to be about to fall asleep, and suddenly leaned over, and almost fell, but the man also came to his senses, and when he saw the two pilgrims standing, he was startled, rubbed his eyes, and reached out to pat the other monk.

The two monks were disturbed by their dreams, and seemed very unhappy, so they opened the courtyard door with a curse in their mouths, and pushed the two pilgrims into the courtyard one by one.

Mr. Mu cautiously climbed over the courtyard wall, and was not as heavily guarded as he imagined, and the two pilgrims were led into a room by a gray-clothed monk before they entered the courtyard. Mr. Mu was a little strange, why didn't these monks sleep in the middle of the night, as if they were waiting here? After a while, the two pilgrims walked out of the room under the leadership of the gray-clothed monk, turned a corner, and walked towards the back of the room.

Mr. Mu tiptoed behind him, and when he turned the corner, he heard a chaotic clanging sound. In front of me is another courtyard, which is different from the courtyard in front, there are two huge crab generals standing at the door, the carapace on their bodies looks very heavy, each of the four arms is holding a bow, a crossbow, a knife and a gun, and the two vertical eyes keep turning in all directions.

Mr. Mu watched the monk enter the courtyard with two pilgrims, and he himself touched the bottom of the wall by night. Looking up, the wall of this courtyard is three feet high, and it is very smooth to the touch, obviously to prevent someone from climbing.

With a slight jump, his body had risen more than two feet, and the spear in his hand pierced into the wall with a slight stab, and with the rebound of the spear, Mr. Mu's whole person had flown into the courtyard like a big bird.

It was like a busy workshop, and many people were busy coming and going, and the monk handed over the two pilgrims to a red-haired man, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard were piles of goods like a hill, and many figures dressed as ordinary people were busy in the piles of goods, a little fuller, and the red-haired men guarding next to them raised their long whips in their hands.

They were old and young, men and women, and in a moment two pilgrims joined them, and they were whipped on their bodies, and their whole bodies trembled, and then they moved a little faster, and went back to work. The goods seemed to be so heavy that it didn't take long for some of the women or the younger ones to slow down again, and the whip was whipped again, carrying up pieces of rags. After doing this several times, these people soon became unclothed, and their exposed skin was covered with blood. But even after being whipped in this way, none of these people cried out in pain, until they fell to the ground from exhaustion, and were dragged away like dead dogs by those red-haired men, and they never said a word.

Mr. Mu's eyes were cracked, and he got up and was about to step forward, when he saw a child walking towards him from a distance. The child looked to be eleven or twelve years old, with a white and pure face, and two dark eyes, which looked very clever.

Mr. Mu was a little surprised, how could such a child appear here? Could it be that he was brought here with his parents? Seeing that the child was completely defenseless, jumping all the way towards the red-haired men, Mr. Mu flashed and ran in the direction of the child. extraordinary

As the child walked and hummed a tune, he passed a pile of goods, and a green vine sprang out from one side, wrapped around the child's waist, and dragged the child into the darkness.

The child was dragged into Mr. Mu's arms like this, not only was he not surprised, but smiled at Mr. Mu. The smile was sunny, which made people like it at first glance, Mr. Mu was thinking about where to hide the child, and he felt a pain in his ribs, and the child conjured a long black knife out of nowhere, and at the moment he was poking Mr. Mu hard in the ribs with his hand, because he was too hard, and his little face was red.

Mr. Mu almost dropped his jaw in shock, not to mention that such a child could be so ruthless to himself, just talking about the long knife, this knife looked dull and unremarkable, and it seemed that it had not even sharpened its blade, but it was such a knife that actually broke through the body armor condensed by his own aura.

Although the long knife did not penetrate deeply, it also bled out, and Mr. Mu heard a voice sounding in the depths of his heart, "Do you like it?"

The voice was so gentle, no, it should be said to be warm, just like the call of his mother when he was a child, Mr. Mu's whole heart was melting, and now Mr. Mu remembered the thorn pork that his mother burned when he was a child, and the fanged dagger that his father made for himself.

The child looked into Mr. Mu's eyes, the smile on his face was innocent and evil, he knew that his magic knife would soon harvest a surrendered soul, and the child's eyes were full of anticipation. But soon he was disappointed, although the man in front of him was full of memories, happiness and sadness, but he was not confused, his knife was difficult to move forward, but it seemed to be forced out little by little by some force. Suddenly a smear of blood appeared in front of the child's eyes, and he was surprised to find that he could not move.

Mr. Mu was carrying the child, the knife had disappeared, and under the shroud of his own world, the knife could still return to the child's body, which showed its extraordinary. Since the knife is extraordinary, the identity of this child is naturally not simple, Mr. Mu Shi Shiran walked out, just like walking in his yard.

The big man, who was whipping the pilgrims, suddenly saw a person coming out of the pile, and one by one he surrounded him with whips, his red hair fluttering in the night wind, and his purple face looked like a group of evil spirits in hell.

These demons looked at Mr. Mu, and their eyes bloomed with a sparkling light, but the next moment they saw the child in Mr. Mu's hands, and the light in the eyes of these big men dimmed again.

The child fell into Mr. Mu's hands, but his face was still smiling happily, as if he were just playing a game. Mr. Mu walked towards the pile of goods, he wanted to see what these people were carrying, it was necessary to choose such a mysterious and strange place.

Mr. Mu couldn't believe his eyes, what was piled up here was iron ore, iron ore with the mark of a bloody knife, how could it be? He just came here from Jian Dahu, if this batch of goods was related to the Jian family, how could Jian Dahu let himself come here to investigate? What did they do with this lot of iron ore here?

Mr. Mu took the child and sat down in a random room.

"Tong Doudou, you said that you are just casting weapons here?Who are you casting weapons for?Who are the people in the palace in front?" Mr. Mu stared at the child, this little devil-like child actually had such a cute name, although he was so cruel to himself, but Mr. Mu found that he didn't hate him, and even liked him a little.

"Big brother, I won't hide it from you, our race originally lived on the Magic Mountain, because we were born with a control over fire, and our life on the Magic Mountain is not bad. But then my father was killed, and the people in the clan changed one after another, and our ability to manipulate the flames suddenly became much weaker, and then we were expelled from the Magic Mountain, wandering around and suffering. The child brought up the sad past again, and wept as he spoke. Raising his head and looking at Mr. Mu, he saw that there was also a sympathetic look in his eyes, and the child held back tears and continued.

Mr. Mu didn't expect this child's background to be so pitiful, not only did he have no parents at a young age, but he also had to run for the livelihood of his clansmen. Now this kid and the entire Red Fire Clan have been captured by Helian Jue, and they live in the Youtan Temple to build weapons, and the entire Youtan Temple has become a huge blacksmith shop. Although the Red Fire Clan was captured by Helian Jue, the child had not seen Helian Jue himself, nor did he know who was in the palace in front of him, but he accidentally heard the two crab generals at the door mention the name of Lord Heluo, and the child knew that nine times out of ten they were subordinates of King Heluo.

Mr. Mu didn't embarrass the child, after all, he also wanted to live, no matter who it was, if he was carrying more than 100 lives and wanted to give more than 100 mouths to eat, he would become insincere, involuntarily, and become ruthless.

After instructing the child to be kind to the pilgrims, and seeing that the child nodded obediently, Mr. Mu went out of the courtyard and returned to the place where the pilgrims were held. Now that the situation here is clear, the top priority is naturally to hurry back and report to Jian Dahu.