"Yo, I also recruited such a character, it seems that I will show my hands well today, maybe I can take this opportunity to make a big profit." Mu Xiaowu muttered in her heart, and just wanted to turn her head, but found that the man's eyes lit up, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked behind her.

"The soul is back! The East can't ask for something, the elders are thousands, but the soul is a few. The Soul Returns! In the south, you can't stop it, carve black teeth, get human flesh to worship, and use its bones as a base. The Soul Returns! The harm of the West is a thousand miles of quicksand. The Soul Returns! The north can't stop a little, increase the ice, and fly a thousand miles of snow......"

The melody came from behind him, and then, Mu Xiaowu only felt that the broken hair in his ears was blown up by a breeze, and when he looked sideways, he saw that the tip of the copper needle was facing forward, floating flat on the side of his ear.

"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The soul returns, mourn Jiangnan! ”

By the time Mu Cripple finished singing the last word, the copper needle had already rushed out in an instant, dragging the shining white thread through the crowd and disappearing into the dull air.

The shadow of the needle dissipated, but people had not yet come back to their senses, and they all turned their heads to look at the direction where the copper needle disappeared, and they were dumbfounded and surprised. The Meng family even bowed down at the feet of Mu Cripple, and the shouts of "immortals and immortals" kept coming, and they were very relieved.

Mu Xiaowu walked over and helped them up, "It's good to say, you go and prepare some water and food, and after a while, your soul will return to your body, and you will definitely be hungry and thirsty." However, you can only feed her a little, too much may ......"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a figure behind her press down, and when she turned around, she saw that the man in the brocade robe had already walked to her side, bent down to pick up the wooden box on the ground, and pinched it in his two fingers to look carefully.

"This copper needle...... Can you really embroider the soul back? He seemed to be asking Mu Xiaowu and talking to himself.

Mu Xiaowu smiled and leaned over, "Childe, this embroidery technique is the only one in our Mu family, if my grandfather can't do it, then no one in the world can do it." Speaking of this, seeing the man's face move slightly, her eyes rolled, and she continued, "Childe, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me now, it just so happens that there is a living example here, just wait and see." ”

Hearing her say this, the young man immediately made up his mind, and pulled a bench and sat down under the tarpaulin shed, but his eyes were still fixed on the wooden box in his hand, which was glowing with colors that were difficult for others to understand.

Mu Xiaowu tilted his head and looked at him for a while, only to feel that this young man seemed to have a lot on his mind and it was difficult to understand it, so he shrugged his shoulders and walked to the tea stall to ask for tea.

"Xiao Wu, do you know who that young man is?" The shopkeeper of the tea stall poured water into the bowl of the sea and pouted at the man.

Mu Xiaowu shook his head, "Looking at his outfit, he must be a rich and noble family." ”

"It's more than wealth," the shopkeeper of the tea stall lowered his voice and leaned towards Mu Xiaowu's ear, "He is the second son of the Yan family in Zhangtai, Yan Qingcheng." ”

Yan ...... The Yan family? Mu Xiaowu put down the sea bowl that was raised to his mouth, and turned his head to look at the man, "Is the Yan family very rich?" ”

The shopkeeper of the tea stall looked at her and smiled, "You don't know, most of the entire Zhangtai City is the Yan family's industry." We usually joke that if the Yan family is willing, this Zhangtai City will be surnamed Yan at any time. ”

"So rich?"

Mu Xiaowu's eyes rolled around, and then he walked to Yan Qingcheng's side with a tea bowl, "Childe, it's hot, you drink a bowl of tea to relieve the heat." ”

Yan Qingcheng got up and thanked him, but before he took the tea bowl, he suddenly heard an exclamation outside the shed, and was about to turn around, but he felt that the white light flashed in front of him, and the copper needle wearing white thread actually came back. It circled around the woman lying on the door panel three times in full view, and then stopped in front of the woman's feet, the tips of the needles shining coldly.

Yan Qingcheng's body stiffened for a moment, as he distinctly heard a whimper as the copper needle rushed past him.

"Woo ......"

It's small, it's small, but he listens to it well.

"You hear...... Do you hear something? A trace of uneasiness flashed in Yan Qingcheng's eyes, and he lowered his head to look at the copper needle.

"Shhhh Mu Xiaowu put down the tea bowl and made a silent gesture at him, so he stared at the copper needle without blinking.

Sure enough, Mu Cripple, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, stood up on the table, limped to the woman's side, was silent for a long time, slowly closed his eyes, and swung his index and middle fingers together, and softly recited a mantra, "Thread the needle and lead the thread, the soul returns, go." ”

Hearing this, the body of the copper needle trembled uncontrollably, and the next moment, it penetrated into the woman's foot in the exclamation of everyone, and came out of the Baihui point on the top of her head.

A layer of hazy white light suddenly rose on the woman's body, and then slowly fell, merging with her thin body. At the same time, Meng Chang suddenly screamed, staring at the woman with wide eyes, "It's moving, her fingers are moving." ”

***

Halfway through the war, the sun that had raged for a day fell reluctantly against the sky. The red clouds dispersed, and the stars climbed into the air, distant and quiet.

When the carriage left the city, it galloped all the way west, fast but steady, and the coachman was obviously strictly trained and screened, much higher than the skills of the ordinary coachmen that Mu Xiaowu had seen. The inside of the car was very spacious and clean, so that Mu Cripple fell asleep not long after getting into the car, and the whole person leaned on the embroidered cushion, snoring loudly.

"Master Yan, don't mind, my grandfather has always been so informal." Mu Xiaowu had already secretly kicked Mu Cripple a few times under the dark, but he still didn't wake him up, so he had to smile and make amends to Yan Qingcheng.

Fortunately, Yan Qingcheng didn't mind, and only handed a delicate food box to Mu Xiaowu, and said with a faint smile, "Miss Mu, I'm really sorry that I want you to go to the house so late." Here are some snacks, you pad your stomach first, and when you get home, I will let them take care of you and Old Senior. ”

Mu Xiaowu glanced at him gratefully, hurriedly reached out to open the lid, and when he saw the delicate dim sum inside, his eyes bent into two crescents.

"It smells so good." She was sincerely amazed, and hurriedly picked up a piece and sent it to her mouth, "Well, the skin is crispy but not scattered, the filling is soft but not firewood, and the mouth is slag, it's so delicious." ”

After speaking, Fang felt that he looked too unseen in the world, so he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and asked Yan Qingcheng softly, "Young Master Yan, who and what are you inviting our ancestors and grandchildren to come over?" ”