After the shock, Shen Qingyu reacted quickly and hid behind the nearest big rock.

Looking at the strange scene not far away, she swallowed her saliva without daring to blink, and the palms of her clenched hands were drenched in cold sweat for a moment.

I saw a tent not far away, and in the layers of light yarn, I vaguely saw a man and a woman lying on the blanket and meeting each other, and a night pearl rolling at the woman's feet illuminated the surroundings like the day.

If it was just an ordinary wild mandarin duck, it would be enough, but what made Shen Qingyu feel incredible was that as the two of them gradually became higher and higher, the woman actually became old at a visible speed, and her green hair slowly turned into white hair.

That's right, at first she thought she was wrong, but when she looked at the rotting corpse outside the gauze tent, she had to believe that it was such an evil door, thinking that the screams of the woman she had just heard in the dead man's forest were from the rotting corpse outside the gauze tent.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished thinking about it, there was another heart-rending scream of a woman, and then the woman under the man turned into a puff of white smoke, which was very heavy and drifted away with the wind.

It seems that the dense fog she encountered when she went down the mountain was this white smoke.

The white smoke had faded, the man had already put on his clothes, and the woman who had been charming just now had turned into a terrifying rotting corpse.

What kind of martial arts is this? She stared intently at the man who had just turned around, and when she saw the man's face clearly, she couldn't help but have a twinkle in her eyes.

It turned out to be Song Haotian............

Song Haotian walked out of the tent with a satisfied face like a greedy beast, and there was a black-clothed guard behind him at some point.

Looking at the black-clothed guard, Shen Qingyu couldn't help but be frightened, fortunately she reacted quickly and hid behind the stone, otherwise she would have ended up with those two rotting corpses.

"His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

"How many are these?" I don't know if Song Haotian turned his back to the light, or if his expression was so gloomy and terrifying.

"Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the thirtieth. ”

"It seems that the difference is still far away, and it is still too early to reach the goal of the national teacher. Song Haotian sighed, and after a moment, he glanced at the tent behind him: "Deal with this place." ”

"Yes. ”

I don't know when, the surroundings fell into silence and darkness, and Shen Qingyu, who was surprised and couldn't come to her senses, gradually condensed, looking at the empty ground that had been cleaned up not far away, she wiped a cold sweat with a pale face.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought that she had a nightmare, was this really a boy who was only fifteen years old? It was simply a brute who had lost her conscience, and there was no national teacher in the palace in her previous life, it seems that a lot of things have happened in the past fifteen years!

The national teacher who can make people practice this kind of evil kung fu is not a good bird in the first place.

Inevitably, Song Haotian's people turned back, and she kept squatting in place without moving, until the sky rolled her belly and eyes, and then she got up.

Probably squatted for too long, and when she just stood up, she felt a dizziness in front of her, and her legs were directly sore, and she was numb, but fortunately there were stones to support her, otherwise her legs were weak and she almost fell down.

After relieving herself, Shen Qingyu originally planned to go down the mountain directly, but she was unwilling to carry a little fluttering medicinal herb in her hand, she suffered such a thing, and squatted all night, it was impossible to bring such a little thing back, right?

Doesn't that mean nothing?

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and turned back and walked towards the Dead Man's Forest.

At this moment, the dead man's forest is different from the eerie and eerie at night, with the misty daylight, it is much better, even if it is still gloomy.

Shen Qingyu dug up a bag full of medicinal materials as quickly as possible, which was a waste, and stuffed a lot of them into his arms and sleeves, and after seeing that it was about the same, he was satisfied and ready to leave.

The grass in the forest is so deep that you don't know what you're going to step on if you step on it.

When she came down at this foot, she only heard a squeak, she didn't care, thinking that she would step on a branch, but remembering the two rotting corpses last night, she couldn't help but pick up the deep grass and take a look.

Taking a deep breath with her eyes closed, she calmly looked at what was under her feet, which ...... This...... Wasn't it the carrion she saw last night?

I really wanted to come to something, after exhaling a breath of turbidity, I was about to leave, but for some reason a strange thought crept into my heart, she leaned over and continued to pick up the deep grass, this way, she saw seven or eight rotting corpses, and the degree of decay of these rotting corpses varied.

Some of them were eaten by ants and only white bones remained, some were crawling with roundworms, and the two that smelled of blood were the ones from last night. Thinking that the thirty carrion corpses in the mouth of the black-clothed guard were all thrown into this forest, no wonder this forest is always so gloomy.

It seems that it is not the dead that there are ghosts, but that someone is doing something wrong.

After such a period of tossing, she didn't find it, at least she dug up a lot of more precious and rare medicinal materials.

Carefully digging out the last herb, she suddenly saw a golden hairpin, and now she was short of silver, even if she knew that it was from a dead man, she still picked it up and put it in her arms without thinking.

Glancing at the sky, she couldn't help but sigh badly.

Picking up the medicinal herbs packed in cloth on the ground, she hurried out of the forest.

After descending the mountain, Shen Qingyu thought about it, if she sold these strange medicinal materials at one time, it would inevitably arouse suspicion, so she took most of the herbs for treating whiplashes with her, and hid them in a hidden ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.

In the morning, Chang'an City has already gradually become vibrant, most of the shops on the street have opened, and some small vendors have also started to sell on the street.

Standing on the streets of Chang'an, thinking of all the things last night, Shen Qingyu didn't feel like a world away.

The medicinal herbs she dug were all rare ones, so she sold them at a good price, and only sold ten plants in exchange for thirty taels of silver tickets.

Out of the medicine hall, thinking of the thirty taels of silver tickets in her arms, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bloom a curvature, and it was finally not in vain that she ran to the terrifying dead man's forest and experienced a night of thrilling.

Mo House, the main courtyard.

Luo's mother and daughter and Li's mother and daughter came one after another to ask Mrs. Mo for peace, but they still hadn't seen Shen Qingyu for a long time, and Mrs. Mo couldn't help but be a little displeased.

"In the end, it was raised by a country woman, and I don't understand half of the rules. ”

Mo Qingning glanced at the old lady Mo's old face full of anger, and said with relief while raising her hand to give the old lady a sigh of relief: "Sister Nianchu probably overslept, grandmother is not angry, it is not good to be angry." ”

Obviously she was looking for a reason for Shen Qingyu, but in fact, she had no rules, which made Mrs. Mo more and more dissatisfied with Shen Qingyu.

"Grandmother, why don't you call Sister Nianchu?" Mo Qingying said softly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw the curtain lifted, and Shen Qingyu walked in with a smile.

Looking at the goose-yellow pleated skirt shirt on Shen Qingyu's body, Luo's eyes couldn't help but narrow............

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