Walking through a short section of rugged and muddy mountain road, there is silence.

Silly fish hummed and chirped all the way on Mo Xing Ran's back and wailed, I don't know whether he was awake or unconscious;

Mo Xingran smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Still angry?"

"What do you have to do with it?" the cat proudly pinned her little head over and snorted coldly.

Suddenly, I saw that there seemed to be traces of a fight not far away, and there was a man lying on the ground, exclaiming, "What is that?"

Mo Xingran looked at her eyes - there was a huge mountain rock half a foot away, scattered with blasting charms all around, swords shattered into halberds, unextinguished karmic fire burning on the turf, and a stiff man lying on the ground, his head seemed to have been pierced by a long arrow, and his clothes were dyed blood, and he couldn't see clearly through the fog.

He put the stupid fish next to a tree, walked over quickly, and when he got closer, his face sank suddenly: "It's the son of the Tang family." ”

Tang Xing's corpse was already cold, staring at the two eyeballs without blinking, and his head was pierced through his mouth by a silver feather arrow, and his death was extremely ugly.

Blood pooled on the ground, and insects crawled through his mouth and nose, gnawing at his face.

"Ah?..." The cat ran over to take a look, her stomach turned upside down, and she hurriedly ran away.

Mo Xingran lowered his eyes and pondered.

It stands to reason that Tang Xing's identity will not be easily touched by anyone, and each of the monks who entered the mountain carries hunting equipment distributed by the City Lord's Mansion, which means that everyone's actions are under the control of the City Lord's Mansion, only...

"It seems that someone is trying to blame us. Mo Xingran sneered.

"Why?" When the cat heard this, she hurriedly said: "You are talking nonsense, Tang Xing's death can't be beaten by our eight poles, how can it be relied on us?"

Mo Xing's eyes froze: "Before entering the mountain, I had a conflict with Tang Xing in the City Lord's Mansion, and all the monks saw it, and among all the monks who entered the mountain to participate in the hunting, we were the only ones who did not have hunting gear, and our whereabouts were not controlled by the City Lord's Mansion." ”

"But it is ridiculous to say that we killed Tang Xing based on this. ”

"And. Mo Xingran raised his hand and pulled out the arrow on Tang Xing's skull: "This arrow has the Heavenly Thunder Trick attached to it." "There was a dark purple electric light swimming at the tip of the silver feather arrow, and it was imperceptible if you didn't look closely.

"What do you mean?" the cat froze.

Mo Xingran pursed the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows: "It means that we were followed by someone along the way, this person not only secretly observed us, but also poisoned the stupid fish, and then imitated my heavenly thunder, and then planted the blame on us." Tsk, so leisurely and elegant. ”

Mo Xingran couldn't help but smack his tongue, he was scheming, but it was a pity that he used it in the wrong place.

Although this person imitated his Heavenly Thunder in seven or eight images, the only thing he lacked was the mental method, because the Heavenly Thunder did not have the ability to slash evil spirits, but it was just a superficial appearance, and a clear-eyed person could know it at a glance.

Besides, if he wanted to kill Tang Xing, it was just a matter of moving his fingers, so why did he need to mobilize the people to use the secret method of Heavenly Thunder?

The cat's fur stood on end, and he looked around vigilantly: "Who is trying to harm us, and why is he doing this?"

Mo Xingran shook his head, and looked at the arrow with a deep gaze: "I don't know." ”

The enemy is in the dark, they are in the light, who is behind this person, what is the purpose, whether it is for him or for Wuge, all this is unknown.

I'm afraid that now I can only see the tricks, and I don't have to break the net when I don't have to, after all, the antidote to the fish is still in the hands of that person.

"Mo Xingran, come here, there are words here!" The cat ran to the side of the mountain rock at some point, and was approaching the mountain rock at this time, tilting his head to look.

Mo Xingran responded when he heard this: "Okay." ”

The arrow feather in his hand snapped, and the arrow body was broken in two, and he threw it aside casually without care, and walked quickly towards the rock.

He has never been afraid of other people's cold arrows, and he is even more not afraid of these dramas.

If you want to play yin with him, okay!

———

"What is this written about? How does it look like a ghost?"

This kind of font has never been seen before, crooked, like a charm and like a scribbled stroke.

The font is dark red, like cinnabar and like blood, written on the inward side of the mountain stone, not very conspicuous and not very hidden...

Mo Xing looked at his brows for a few breaths, and bit his fingers with a muffled sound.

"What are you doing!" the cat screamed.

What's wrong, it's okay to put some blood on yourself?

Mo Xingran didn't reply, raised his hand and smeared the blood on the mountain stone with his fingertips, covering the characters, and then, the characters seemed to suddenly come to life, scattered and swam away, like blood-colored earthworms, twisting and arching on the stone wall.

In the blink of an eye, the characters were rearranged and combined into a few words—"A hundred miles to the west...", the cat looked at the stone wall and muttered those words.

"Is this showing us the way?" the cat wondered, always thinking that something was strange.

Probably because Mo Xingran said that they were followed along the way, and at this time they were not sure where the person was, and the cat always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her behind her, in fact, this feeling has been there since she entered the City Lord's Mansion, but she has always thought it was an illusion.

"Mo Xingran, don't you think there's something staring at us?"

"Yes!" Mo Xing said with a hippie smile, "Me." ”

"Sick!" the cat gave him a blank look, not in shape.

Mo Xingran smiled without warning, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, go and meet this person." As he spoke, he walked out from behind the rocks.

"Wait, what if it's a trap?" the cat thought it was inappropriate, "Have you ever thought that maybe the person who left the character is the one who is following us?"

Mo Xingran turned his head and tilted his head to look at her with interest: "It's the first time I've seen your brain spin so fast, and sure enough, in addition to eating, the only thing that can make you use your brain is probably a small life." ”

The cat didn't hear what he said, and said calmly: "That's not it, my life is gone, what to eat?"

"Well, that makes sense. Mo Xingran nodded in agreement, and quickly approached and hugged the cat: "In that case, can we go now?"

"Let's go!" the cat followed as if it had been complimented, its big eyes bent into crescent moons, and it completely forgot where she standed...

A man and a cat walked quickly to the ancient tree in front of the rock, the lush canopy was long and crooked, like a hunchbacked old man, and the branches hung down to the ground.

"Huh?" the cat wondered, "What about people?"

Mo Xingran was stunned for a moment, he had obviously put the stupid fish under this tree, how could he suddenly disappear?

"Could it be another tree?" the cat tried to look, but the fog obscured its vision, and it couldn't see anything clearly.

After a while, the fog in Weng Mountain seemed to be thicker again, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

"Go and find it. Mo Xingran felt faintly uneasy in his heart, picked up the cat, and walked into the woods.

The trees in Weng Mountain are no different, as if they were carved out of a mold, and they are all weirdly facing west and tilting their necks, and people are dazzled when they look at them.

After going around a few times, the cat and Mo Xingran shouted in the forest a few times, but they never found the figure of the stupid fish.

"Could it be that he is gone, lost?" the cat looked at Mo Xingran with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"In that case, he can't move on his own, he can't..."

"No, after all, he has cultivated to a high level, isn't he? Maybe he woke up and was hungry and went looking for food?"

Mo Xingran didn't speak, just walked back to the rocks along the road with the cat in his arms, discerned the direction by the faint sunlight, raised his hand and pointed to the thick fog and said: "That side is the west, if we leave now and go against the wind, we should be able to reach a hundred miles away before nightfall, if it is late, the sun is setting, I am afraid that we will get lost in this thick fog." ”

Wengshan is an ancient battlefield, and it is another world at night...

"Shall we not wait any longer?" said the cat, looking sad.

"I shouldn't be able to wait, I think it's very likely that he was kidnapped by someone, or maybe..." Mo Xingran lowered his eyes, there are many birds of prey spirit beasts in the urn mountain, and the Henggong fish is an innate spirit creature, and his breath is indeed very likely to attract birds of prey.

"He is so poisonous that he can't move, if he is really attacked by a bird of prey, I'm afraid it is... Everything points to disaster. Mo Xingran's voice was a little decadent: "Blame me for not taking good care of him." ”

The cat shook its head violently, and affirmed, "No, if he was really attacked by a bird of prey, how could we not hear the slightest movement when we were so close? ”

I don't know why, often at this moment, the tenacity in Wuge's bones will emerge.

Her disbelief in evil, her temperament of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, made Mo Xingran feel some comfort, and said, "Okay!"

Mo Xingran made a trick, and a gale suddenly gathered on the soles of his feet, lifting him and the cat into the air, like arrows from the string, and hurried westward.

100 miles to the west...

Hundreds of miles away, the terrain is a sunken basin, which should be the hinterland of Wengshan.

Legend has it that there is a mountain shrine in the depths of the Urn Mountain, which is the patron saint of the people of this Yanyun City, but the evil thing is that no one who goes to the mountain shrine has ever left the urn mountain alive...

So, what could it be that has been buried in this shrine for thousands of years?

———

After Mo Xingran and Wuge left, the wind rose in the forest, and the miasma seemed to be driven by something, and reluctantly circled around the crooked neck tree twice and dispersed.

When the fog cleared, I saw that the lush woods were gone, and in the deserted and empty land, there was only a lone crooked-necked ancient tree, whose leaves had all fallen off, and a crow stood on the bare branches, quacking.

Shangguan Wan'er slowly walked out from behind the crooked neck tree, walked quickly to the huge mountain rock, bit her fingertips, chanted a lengthy incantation from her mouth, and gently dripped the blood beads from her fingertips onto the mountain rock.

After a while, the stone wall rippled like the surface of the water, rippling in circles, revealing a hazy human face.

I could only faintly see that half of the man's face was covered with a delicate and small butterfly face, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

It's a man, just by looking at the outline, you can know it, and he is extremely unscrupulous.

"The stuff has been obtained. Shangguan Wan'er took out the Soul Solid Tower from behind, and the light blue glimmer lingered around the tower, which was very beautiful.

"Okay, what about people?" The man's voice was magnetic, like an orchestral sound.

"I have taken it away and sent it to the mountain shrine overnight. ”

"Also, that boy of the Protoss, you must dispose of it before entering the Mountain Shrine, I don't want him to kill me in half a way. The man's words were ominous, and his expression was gloomy.

"Good. Shangguan Wan'er replied respectfully: "Wan'er will definitely try to get rid of him tonight, don't worry." With that, she lowered her head, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"Very good, Wan'er, this time things are done properly. Hearing this, the man was very happy: "Soon I will meet with them, you say, who will the Buddha pity this time?"

The man's chuckle echoed in the empty valley, and no one noticed that the crow on the crooked neck tree not far away flapped its wings a few times, and its eyes flashed...