Trouble......

Even though there were thousands of people who were reluctant to glutinous rice, after hearing Xiao Jingyan say this, they could only slowly stop. She didn't want to cause trouble to Mu Kui, nor did she want to trouble Ye Fan. Since Mu Kui was still in the pile of demon beasts outside, it was naturally because of Ye Fan's intentions. She didn't know what Ye Fan wanted Mu Kui to fight, but now that it had passed, maybe she would just let Mu Kui make trouble.

She could only wait blankly, and she didn't even know when Xiao Jingyan was called away by others, only that Xiao Jingyan seemed to tell her when she left, saying that she would go to her in the future.

After the concussions and loud noises in front of them had stopped, the monks guarding the front of the great array all came back one after another, smiling at each other, or looking at the people next to them as if they were thieves, unwilling to talk to others.

Nuomi looked at those people for a long time, and wanted to step forward to ask about Mu Kui, but she didn't know how to speak. Whether it's on Qingquan Peak or in this miscellaneous servant's mansion, she doesn't seem to have anyone to talk to. When she needed to take the initiative to talk to those monks, she realized that she missed Xiao Jingyan a little.

At least when Xiao Jingyan was by her side, she didn't need to worry about how to talk to the monk walking in front of her like she did now. She had rarely interacted with those monks before, but now she looked at them and saw that she didn't even know each other, let alone speak to them abruptly.

Moreover, she still remembered the expressions of those monks when they mentioned Mu Kui before, and it was really a look of resentment, as if they would not hesitate to stab Mu Kui in the back if they had the opportunity. She was a little afraid that she would ask those people about Mu Kui's situation, and whether it would make those people worry about Mu Kui again.

She wandered around the road for a long time, but in the end she couldn't talk to anyone, so she could only run to the side of the guardian array herself while the other monks didn't care. There is no trace of the demon beast over there now, and there are no corpses left on the ground, the only trace left is that there is a very spacious horizontal ditch on the ground near the front of the big array, which is a few points lower than the ground on both sides, and there are still some uneven marks on it.

One can imagine the situation where thousands of demon beasts stepped on the ground and rushed forward, desperately trying to crash away from the guardian array with their heads and bodies, and then fell to the ground by spells. Nuomi just looked at the mottled blood stains on the ground and thought about it, and couldn't help but shiver.

Those blood stains were probably not all left by demon beasts, some of them were the blood sprayed by the body cultivators and martial cultivators standing outside who were pierced through the bodies of demon beasts, seeping into the land and dyeing a large patch of dull red.

As she ran all the way, she could occasionally hear the monk next to her talking, discussing the harvest and the vacant spot this time.

"I can spare a lot of rooms. A group of newcomers came before, and I felt that the room was a little unlivable, but now I don't have to worry. I don't know if the next time the monster comes back, will I be able to vacate more places. ”

The two monks who were on good terms patted each other on the shoulder, and their faces were elated, as if they were happy that the room on the other side of the courtyard was vacant. Nuomi was stunned for a moment before she realized the meaning of this, and her face was always a little pale. Until now, when I saw the large blood stains on the ground, my face became even more ugly.

She came to see it herself, hoping to see Mu Kui here. But when she walked to the edge of the Guardian Array, she found that there was no trace of any person left in this place. Even if Mu Kui was really injured here, he was either dragged away by the spiritual wood that the monk used as a refining weapon, or he was devoured by the demon beast, leaving no residue at all.

Occasionally, on the dark red mud floor, you can still see scattered minced meat, and I don't know who stepped into the dirt, slippery, and people can't help but turn around and run away when they look at it.

Glutinous rice snorted, looking at the barren battlefield from afar, and some did not dare to walk over. She reached out and touched the embroidery on her collar, but she didn't feel at ease as before.

She didn't even eat, she just ran back to her room.

Before I could get to the front of the room, I could already smell a strong smell of blood on the second floor. Glutinous rice wrinkled the bridge of her beautiful little nose, carefully avoiding the blood stains on the ground, and slowly walked in the direction of the room.

The wound should have been treated a long time ago, but there were still all kinds of blood stains left on this side of the room, as if there were many seriously injured monks walking on it. In fact, Nuomi also knew that those monks were not so seriously injured, but the immortal ointment could not hide the smell of blood after all. Even the blood stains on the ground were not necessarily human blood - it seemed that she was not the only one who did not eat today. The monks must have had a good harvest outside, so they hurried back to their rooms.

Nuomi walked all the way to her room, and when she pushed the door open, she smelled a particularly strong smell of blood. She was stunned, and looked around the room sharply, only to see a black figure shrinking in the corner, motionless.

"Mu Kui......?" She tried to scream, but there was no response.

She didn't dare to stand outside with the door open all the time, so she hurried into the room, turned around and locked the door, and then hurried to the corner.

The black shadow shrunk tightly in the corner between the bed and the windowsill, and it was not very inconspicuous, but there was a strong fishy smell on its body, and even a large pool of liquid had accumulated under it.

"Mu Kui." Glutinous rice screamed tentatively again, and the figure in the corner moved slightly, revealing an expressionless face from the shadows.

Looking at that lifeless face, Nuomi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran over.

"Why did you hurt so badly, didn't you go to someone to deal with it?"

While she took out the immortal ointment from her body and squatted down to treat Mu Kui, she naturally muttered to herself with some complaints. Although she knew that Mu Kui would not take care of her at all, she still couldn't help but want to talk to Mu Kui. She also knew that it was impossible for Mu Kui to go outside to find other monks for treatment.

After all, Mu Kui is a wood spirit, no matter how much his body looks like a human, in the end it is just a piece of spirit wood, and Nuomi doesn't even know if the immortal paste has any effect on Mu Kui. Moreover, if others find out that Mu Kui is actually a wood spirit, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble. Mu Kui was so badly injured, it was very likely that he would be killed by those monks, in order to snatch the demon beast materials that Mu Kui had put away.

She originally thought that Mu Kui's body was flowing the same blood as humans, but now that she looked closer, she realized that it was still a little different from human blood. They were all red, and they also had a fishy sweet taste, but they were not as viscous as blood, and were thinner, as if they were the juice of some kind of plant. She finally straightened Mu Kui's body a little, and applied a thick layer of immortal paste on it.

These immortal ointments are very effective when used on monks, and they can be used on Mu Kui, but the effect does not seem to be very obvious. She simply turned around and took a clean cloth towel, wiped all the wounds on Mu Kui's body, and pressed the biggest wound on Mu Kui's chest and waist and abdomen with her hands, and the trend of those juices gradually stopped.

Mu Kui's face was expressionless, and even when Nuomi pressed his wound hard, there was not a trace of change on his face.

"Does it hurt?" Glutinous rice asked cautiously.

Mu Kui still looks like a flat wood carving, and he will not be pale from blood loss like humans. After a lot of juice flowed out, his complexion looked a little heavier.

Nuomi sighed, thinking that Mu Kui was a wood spirit. However, even if he was just a wood spirit, it was a good thing that he was back safely now - though it didn't seem to be complete.

The monks were right, one of Mu Kui's arms was almost completely cut off, leaving only a thin layer of skin still attached to the body, and it began to sway as soon as it moved, making Nuomi very worried about whether the arm would be shaken off.

In addition to the large wounds on his arms and chest, waist and abdomen, Mu Kui also suffered many injuries on his back and legs. Some of the wounds looked like they were torn out by the claws of the demon beasts, while some wounds looked like they were cut by magic weapons. With such a smooth and sharp wound, there is no aura left over by the wind spell, no matter how you look at it, it can't be caused by a demon beast.

Nuomi remembered the words of the monks before, and bit her lip, feeling a little sad.

She worked very hard to fix Mu Kui's arm and tie it back, and she didn't know if she could raise this arm well with her cultivation.

Mu Kui hid a small storage bag in his arms, and when she accidentally touched it, Mu Kui blocked her with his intact hand with a blank face.

“…… I'm going to send it back to Senior Brother. I don't take my brother's things, this is what you earned back for my brother. ”

When she said this, she actually felt a little sad, because of the distrust of Senior Brother and Mu Kui.

Mu Kui didn't pay attention to her, didn't even look at her, still just looked down at the wounds on his body, as if he was thinking about how to repair his body. Although she knew, Mu Kui probably didn't have her own thoughts, and she couldn't think.

She didn't know if Senior Brother could hear her now, so she looked up at Mu Kui, and she didn't even know if she should talk to Mu Kui. She just wanted to talk to Mu Kui now, but she didn't want to fall into the eyes of the senior brother like that, she always felt that she must be stupid like that.

Mu Kui is a wood spirit, as long as Ye Fan gives an order, no matter what kind of order it is, he will definitely carry it out to the end. Looking back now, Nuomi doesn't even know whether he was talking to Mu Kui or talking to Ye Fan. She asked Mu Kui to sit down, and when Mu Kui really stepped aside to sit on the ground, was Mu Kui reacting to her, or did Ye Fan overhear her words and then give an order to Mu Kui?

She didn't know. She found that she didn't want to know the answer a little. (To be continued.)