The stronghold of the middle-aged woman, not far from here, pressed them and arrived quickly.

This old woman chooses a place quite a set, not at all like her disciple, who chooses the middle of the bright road.

Everyone's white palanquin is hidden behind a giant tree, and it is deliberately blocked with withered grass, and at night, if you don't look closely, you really won't find it when you pass by here.

Brushing aside the branches, he stepped inside, and there were three palanquins inside.

Hearing the sound of the dead grass being trampled, the masked disciples in the sedan chair thought that their master and uncle were back, and came out to greet them one by one.

Correct......

When he saw Chu Yu and his party, he immediately showed a vigilant look, pulled out the sword on his body, and said in unison, "Let go of our junior sister!" ”

Chu Yu didn't pay attention to it at all, and still swaggered in, observing the surroundings to see if there were any clues of Mu Yao and them.

"Uncle Ink Painter, why did you come back with them?" One of the female disciples had sharp eyes, saw the middle-aged woman, and hurried up to ask.

Mo Hua didn't answer, and said directly, "The group of people I brought back in the evening, which direction they took when they left, you show these people."

When the young disciple heard Mo Hua's words, his face was inexplicable, but when he saw Mo Hua's eyes glancing into the distance, he immediately reacted and said to Chu Yu and them, "Several, follow me."

Chu Yu nodded and followed the disciple towards a dark place.

The female disciple pushed aside the dry grass in front of her, revealing a small path that could only accommodate one person to pass, "They will leave from here."

Chu Yu didn't rush in, but observed carefully.

The night is quite cold in the mountains, the ground is wet and cold, Mu Yao and they have eleven people, if they pass by here, it is impossible to leave no footprints, Chu Yu immediately concluded that they are lying!

The ink painting thought that Chu Yu was young and must be a fool.

But when she saw Chu Yu groping on the ground, she knew that something was wrong, this little girl was not as easy to deceive as she imagined.

Taking advantage of the fact that the ink painting was unattended, he stepped back step by step, and when he saw that Chu Yu no longer played with the dirt on the ground and stood up, he turned his head, spread his legs, and planned to run.

Who knows, Bai Yao is like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way, "Old witch! Where are you going!? ”

Last time, in Qianlong Mountain, Baiyao suffered the loss of a group of old women in Xuanji Pavilion.

Today, how could he be played by them again, and he has been trying to keep an eye on it!

The ink painting was really taken aback by the white medicine~

Just now, I clearly saw Bai Yao not far behind Chu Yu, why was he suddenly in front of him, and his body was so fast that he was not like a mortal.

"I don't see you looking for it in the middle of the night, trying to get you some dry food," Mo Hua smiled awkwardly to hide his panic.

"You don't need dry food~ You just need to tell me the exact whereabouts of Mu Yao and the others", at this time, Chu Yu no longer had the patience to dry with her, and walked towards her while patting the soil on his hands.

The dodge of the ink painting's eyes, the distraction in the mouth of the female disciple, everything is a sign that things are not good, and Mu Yao and they are very likely to have encountered an accident.

If this old witch doesn't say where she left Mu Yao and them, she really can't guarantee that she won't dismantle them in eight pieces.

"After they left, I... I really don't know where they are..."The ink painting is still dead and the duck's mouth is hard.

She knew that, not to mention, there was still a chance to live.

Having said that, the enmity between Xuanji Pavilion and Baiyao Villa must be settled.