Zhao Zimai only felt a stream of yin qi rushing up from the soles of his feet, freezing all his internal organs, his body was shaky, if it wasn't for Mu Xiaowu desperately pulling his hand on the side, he would almost immediately fall to the ground.

"Childe, don't bow your head, don't look at them," Mu Xiaowu's voice came from the side, and it took a lot of effort to reach his head, as if it was as far away as centuries, "Although the infant spirit is obsessed, but after all, it is a child, and the mind is simple, you are not the object of their revenge, if they think you are boring, they will leave by themselves." ”

Zhao Zimai understood what she meant, but now his head was sinking as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and his neck was like a lump of ice, so he could only look down at his feet. He wanted to close his eyes, but after all, he was a step too late, and a pair of inky black eyes were already meeting his gaze, bursting into a crisp laugh at him.

The cry had already reached the edge of his throat, and Zhao Zimai forced him down, he remembered Mu Xiaowu's words, and closed his eyes tightly, not looking at the small shadow that clinged to the corner of his robe. However, he could feel it, and he could feel a pair of small hands that were harder and colder than the stones of the cold winter slowly touching his body. The fingers are like two big spiders, crawling up little by little, leaving a little frost and two scorched black marks everywhere they go, and also bringing a choking smell of paste.

"Giggles"

With a burst of laughter, he found that his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move, not even the tips of his fingers. It was like a lock on my throat, and I couldn't say a word. At the same time, the laughter was louder, and the baby climbed up, little by little, down his waist and down his throat

It's been trapped for so long, it's been lonely for so long, and now, at last, it's found a fun toy.

With a "snap", a grassroots pulled on Zhao Zaimai's small hand, impartially, hit the back of the hand, and retracted it violently, falling back into the wild grass.

"I just woke up and came to die, is it to help me stretch my muscles?" A familiar voice suddenly reached Zhao Zaimai's ears, hoarse, low, and a hint of fatigue.

Zhao Zaimai was overjoyed in his heart, feeling a warm current surging back into his body, accompanied by the courage that had already dried up. It came, although he had been afraid that it would come back, worried that it would take away Mu Xiaowu's body, but at this critical moment of life and death, other things seemed to have drifted outside the nine heavens.

Sang smiled, laughing wildly, his eyebrows did not move, only the corners of his mouth were slanted, revealing the white teeth inside, "What has it turned into, and you are not reconciled, don't complain about me, but you are all self-inflicted, and you are suffering" After speaking, it said a word to Zhao Zimai without raising its head, "Go." ”

Where did Zhao Zimai dare to delay, let go of his hand and chased after Mu Cripple, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked behind him with a sharp stop: "Sang" was still standing in place, and the two small hands that had originally clinged to him were now poking out from the shoulders of "Sang", choking its neck little by little.

Its two delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly in pain, but its already dark eyes were even brighter, like two stars in the dark night.

"You're not" A bolt of lightning slashed through Zhao Zimai's heart, and at the same time, he saw it untie the rosary wrapped around his wrist and flick it heavily on his back.

There was a crisp "pop", followed by a seeping ghostly sound, and the small hand on its shoulder was missing. But the cry seemed to be very contagious, and soon there were cries in the grass, not low weeping, but straightforward and undisguised crying, the kind of cry that suddenly broke out from the child who had been robbed of his toy.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't go quickly," "Sang" came to Zhao Zimai's side with an arrow step, grabbed his hand and ran forward, and did not forget to mock Mu Cripple in his mouth, "You should also learn from the old man, although he is lame, but he is not running in the front." ”

"You're Xiao Wu," Zhao Zimai squeezed her hand, "Why are you pretending to be it?" ”

"Childe is scared half to death, if you don't move it out, you're afraid you won't be able to move half a step." After slying a smile, she glanced behind her and smacked her lips, "It's coming up again, Childe, you close your eyes, I'll pull you away." ”

Zhao Zimai learned a lesson, closed his eyes tightly, and only tightened Mu Xiaowu's hand and walked forward, not daring to slack off a step, even if he smelled a stronger and stronger scorching smell, he heard the sound of footsteps again

"Good life quit killing the emperor of heaven, abortion and egg killing gods are sad to try to see the conspiracy but accumulate goodness, Dou's Yanshan Wuguizhi benevolent people have the evil people to die, Gui Zhelan destroys the disease like an arrow and persuades the monarch not to kill the son, the son also commits suicide and revenge when the injustice is rested, and the robbery is reincarnated."

The song disappeared suddenly, as if blown away by the wind, and disappeared into the vast night.

Zhao Zimai's brain was still dull, and he hadn't woken up from the numbness until Mu Xiaowu stopped, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his stunned two eyes, he let out an "ah" and came back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" He looked around blankly, at a loss.

"They're gone," Mu Xiaowu looked thoughtfully at the wild grass behind him that was undulating like waves, and bit his lip, "It's weird, why did it suddenly disappear?" It's as if you've heard something. ”

As soon as he said this, Mu Cripple, who had been walking in front, also turned around and walked back, his face was full of panic, and he muttered in his mouth, "The dragon veins are completely broken, all those things have come out, my old life is almost here, this place is unbearable, Xiao Wu, let's leave quickly." ”

"Leave? I'm afraid it's difficult," Mu Xiaowu glared at Mu Cripple, and pointed his hand in the direction of Pagoda Mountain, "The collapsed place is right at the entrance of the village, and now the road to the outside world is afraid that it has been blocked by rocks, and you won't be able to get out for a while." And in the back," she said, looking back at the cobblestone boardwalk in the middle of the village, "where will you go along this road?" ”

"Tower, it leads to the Baby Tower." Zhao Zimai's eyes were gloomy, and he looked into the distance in the direction of her finger, "Now it's really a bad road ahead, and the road back is impassable." ”

"Wouldn't that be trapped here?" Mu Cripple was frightened, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly shrank his neck and turned his head to look behind him.

In the dimly lit village of Sanping, a sharp cry came out, like a bolt of lightning, piercing the peace it had disguised for hundreds of years.