Before entering the village, Mo Qinglan saw a group of figures shaking under the black pressure.

The man in official uniform walking in front was walking forward under the guidance of Lao Wang, although he was far away, Mo Qinglan, who was hiding behind a charred wall, could still clearly hear Lao Wang's crying.

It looks like they've just come in and won't be able to leave for a while.

It's still early, so why don't you go to the inn last night, and maybe find something. Mo Qinglan thought like this, and his body had already taken action first.

Unexpectedly, not only did he not find Qin Qian on this trip to the island, but he found a bunch of unsolved problems for himself. It's just that she loves to drill the horns of the bull, arouse her curiosity and have something to do with her, and it is even more important to find out the truth.

In fact, if she hadn't felt that the man in Tsing Yi knew Qin Qian, and had been stabbed for her, I'm afraid she would have already embarked on the road to Ye Guo to find out Qin Qian's whereabouts.

She left from the back of the village, and when she passed by the window at the back of the house, she unconsciously glanced in, and the man in green clothes on the bed remained asleep in the posture she had left, his hair scattered across his face and nose, and his breathing was slightly gentle.

Although Mo Qinglan does not understand medicine, she is familiar with the breath of people, which is related to the fact that she is a killer and needs to exercise her keen senses. The man in Tsing Yi breathed weakly but calmly, indicating that his life was saved.

Mo Qinglan thought in his heart, and listened to the sound of the door being pushed open. She retracted her steps and leaned sideways against the wall, looking ahead at the vegetable garden full of yellow rape flowers, and listened with bated breath.

Lao Wang introduced the three people lying on the bed, in fact, he couldn't say anything more specific except that he knew that the other party was the one who bought the snake, Mo Qinglan would find that Lao Wang really didn't mention her at all, and left quietly.

The post house had been turned to ashes in the fire, and Mo Qinglan was hiding in the forest where the man in black hid last night, watching a bunch of officials clean up the post house. There was a middle-aged rich man with a worried and depressed face who was sitting on the stone where Mo Qinglan and the others had sat last night, looking at the pretending to be a post general, and the body of the man in black was gone.

Mo Qinglan glanced at the snake on the ground, and was thinking strange, when he heard a voice coming from the left.

At first she thought she had misheard, but the voice seemed to be mixed with the voices of people outside, and it sounded every few moments. It was like a newborn cat meow, and it aroused Mo Qinglan's curiosity with a demagogic feeling.

She fell silently from the tree, and looked for the voice with all her energy. The further you go inside, the denser and darker the trees become, and the sunlight shines in as if they have been sucked away, and you don't feel a trace of warmth.

Faintly, the smell of blood dispersed, and in the midst of unpredictable danger, Mo Qinglan's vigilance opened from every capillary. As the cry became clearer and clearer, Mo Qinglan knew that she had found the right direction, she casually picked up a thick stick from the ground, and when the animal suddenly stopped sounding, she also stopped.

Through a thorn, she couldn't see what lay ahead.

But it was only a momentary stagnation, Mo Qinglan directly split the thorns with a stick, and the vision in front of her suddenly widened, revealing in front of her, and a trace of astonishment slipped in her eyes.

The noon sun was projected from among the lush trees, falling on the ground to form speckled mottles, and at this time, a little fox with snow-white hair was looking at Mo Qinglan, and the sun shone on it, refracting a faint halo, which made people feel very unreal.

However, what was under its body taught Mo Qinglan to squint slightly.

It seems to be littered at random, but the man in black who disappeared last night appeared here, and looking at the black and purple face, you can tell that it was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, and it is squatting on the face of one of them at the moment.

But Mo Qinglan soon noticed that something was wrong.

The corpses in front of her were obviously ten, but there were only five black-clothed people who attacked her last night, what happened to these extra five people, and who killed them?

Mo Qinglan's mind flashed the face of the man in Tsing Yi, and some vague corroborating speculations slowly unraveled in his heart. But she didn't rush to check it out, the fox with extreme white and a group of dead people in black were together, showing a black and white impact picture in the quiet and gloomy forest, which was weird and infiltrating......

However, in the eyes of the little fox, the dried blood stains on the white clothes on the opposite side, and Mo Qinglan, who exuded a suffocating cold and intimidating momentum, were also very dangerous, it was also motionless, just whimpering and letting out a low sound.

This cry sounded very sad and desolate, coupled with the pitiful information revealed by those watery eyes, Rao Mo Qinglan, who was very indifferent to small animals, couldn't help but feel compassion. At this time, my mind suddenly flashed to the time of the first battle of the Huangci Kingdom, and many of those beasts also had such bewildering little animals, which disturbed the morale of the army and caused countless casualties. Mo Qinglan woke up instantly.

In the dead silence of the forest, a person, an animal, and a group of corpses, the air circulation seemed to freeze, and even the smell of blood froze.

However, this stalemate did not last long, and the fox himself took the lead in walking down from the corpse and limped towards Mo Qinglan. The smooth, snow-white hair glowed in the dappled sunlight and rippled in circles as it walked.

"Meow ......" The low cry of pity and sorrow was like a heavy hammer shattering the solidified enchantment, cracking into fine and irregular cracks, slowly seeping into Mo Qinglan's impregnable heart.

Mo Qinglan frowned slightly, watching the little fox come over, but the stick in his hand was ready to kill him with a stick at any time.

At a distance of about one meter away from Mo Qinglan, the little fox stopped, only to see it squatting down, its watery eyes looked at Mo Qinglan pitifully again, and slowly stretched out its injured right paw......

Demon ......

These two words unconsciously flashed in Mo Qinglan's mind......