The sky suddenly became overcast, and gray-black clouds piled up above Sanping Village, obscuring the already thin sunlight.

Zhao Zimai's head was still dizzy, and the light suddenly dimmed, he couldn't see clearly what the gray shadow that was slowly approaching him was, he only felt that it was thin and small, and it moved with a cold yin wind, staggering towards him.

It wasn't until its fingers touched him, and it wasn't until he opened its mouth at itself and made a sound similar to a cat's meow that he suddenly understood what this thing was.

It had no teeth on its bare gums, but when it tilted its head and bit down on his wrist, Zhao Zimai felt a heart-rending pain.

What kind of pain is that? It doesn't seem to be the same as the simple physical pain, this pain seems to be able to reach the heart directly, it is like a layer of black oil, firmly enveloping Zhao Zimai's heart, suffocating him a little breathless. But at the same time, he felt a dull pain in his heart, not pain, but pain.

Yes, he felt its pain and despair: it was supposed to welcome the joy of birth, but life had just begun, and it was cut off in the sinful hands of his loved ones.

It's supposed to be hated, isn't it? It has enough reasons to hate and complain, but its resentment should not be borne by itself.

Suddenly, its jaws snapped together, and its mouth let out a terrifying "creaking" sound. Zhao Zimai felt pain and fear coming from all directions, like rows of huge waves, and at the same time slapped down from a high place, crushing him underneath.

His head grew more and more dizzy, and his vision began to blur, and he looked at the increasingly blurred shadow on his wrist, and his brain suddenly went blank, but soon there was a black dot in the blank, which spread out like inkblots: he saw a tower, nestled in the midst of a heap of grass in the wilderness, made of rough stones, with a conical top, and the top of the tower like a clown's top hat. At the foot of the tower there are some simple baskets, scattered outside the tower gate. There was a small hole in the top of the stone tower, and a somewhat decayed rope hung from the inside of the hole, drifting in the wind on the gray-black tower.

From time to time, the rope hits the top of the tower, making a strange sound of "clacking", but in addition to this sound, there is another sound hidden in this stone tower.

Shhhhh......h

Zhao Zimai bit his lip and listened carefully, he heard it, heard what the sound was hidden by the wind blowing the knot.

As delicate as a kitten, as sad as the wind......

But suddenly, the voice condensed into a terrible cry, because a raging fire was reflected in the door of the tower, and it went straight to the top of the tower, and when it came to the small window, it turned into several fierce tongues of fire, and scrambled out of the window.

No.

Zhao Zimai let out a cry from the bottom of his heart, but he knew that he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't stop anything, because the terrible cry had already been suppressed by the raging fire and never appeared again.

With a "buzz" in his mind, he suddenly woke up and saw his real situation clearly: the gray shadow had stopped gnawing, crawled down his limp arm, came to his face, and came to his slightly open lips.

Zhao Zimai was so frightened that he gasped, his dizzy head suddenly sobered up, and he suddenly understood what the purpose of its entanglement was. So even though he tried to endure it, he cried out, as the shadow squeezed into his mouth.

But the next moment, the gray shadow stopped, after his cry full of fear.

Is it afraid of itself? Of course not, his voice was loud, but ...... Not enough to scare it.

Zhao Zimai was stunned: there was suddenly another person beside him, standing alone, motionless, with eyes like two glass covers, covering the flames inside.

Suddenly, her eyelids moved, and she winked mischievously at the gray shadow.

Yes, naughty. Zou Chen was sure that she was not mistaken, because there was a hint of a smile in her bright red eyes, as if she was playing an exciting game of cat and mouse.

With a "snort", Zhao Zimai, who was engrossed in looking at Mu Xiaowu, was startled, but at the same time, he felt a sour feeling gushing out of his stomach, turning over the river and the sea, and rushing straight to his throat. So she didn't care about the politeness, she bent down and spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water. However, as he spitted and spit, he sensed that something was wrong, and he found that the gray shadow that was still writhing around his lips just now was gone, and the burnt smell that permeated his mouth and nose was gone. Now, although his body is still sore and cold, every muscle is loose.

One thing to one thing, yes. It came back, so it fled, but he didn't understand why Sang let it go.

"Why...... Why did you put it away? ”

Zhao Zimai straightened up with her knees, but when she saw Mu Xiaowu who was still standing in front of her, she couldn't help but be stunned: the red light in her eyes was fading, like a lake at low tide, slowly spreading out from Yuyun and disappearing, returning the possession of the body to Mu Xiaowu.

Zhao Zimai was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked at her wrist: the rosary was still firmly tied to her white wrist, intact, so what was going on? What's going on now?

"Little ...... Noon? He called her tentatively.

"Huh?" Mu Xiaowu was dumbfounded, and after blinking her eyes twice, she pursed her lips and said to herself, "It seems that something is wrong, isn't it......?" Eyes red again? ”

Zhao Zimai still carried a heart, for fear that she would suddenly change her appearance again, and throw herself out of the yard. So, he kept his distance, nodded at her, and replied simply and clearly, "Red." ”

Mu Xiaowu touched his eyes lightly and said casually, "Is it red?" I didn't know it myself, but when I rushed over to save you just now, I suddenly felt numb and didn't listen to my own call, but when I saw that thing fled quickly, I thought it was probably coming back. But this comes and goes in a hurry, and it's not its style...... Alas, you say, if it had gone one step too late, it would have been nothing but the evil and the one that saved us from the trouble of Baal, and it might not have been able to accomplish it......"

"You still hope that it will leave later, so you just give up your body to it."

Zhao Zimai was really a little angry, but he also knew that the qi in his heart did not come entirely from Mu Xiaowu, there were some other reasons: the small tower that had disappeared from his mind seemed to grow on his heart, and he felt that he would not be able to erase it from his heart in his life.

"Childe, I was wrong," Mu Xiaowu smiled at him, "but it's still the same sentence......

"Woe and blessing are leaning on, blessing and misfortune are lurking, it is back, that's why it saved my life, right? Mu Xiaowu, if you have the kung fu to talk about this car, it is better to think about why you are wearing a rosary, and Sang can still be anti-guest. ”

After dropping a heavy sentence, Zhao Zimai walked out of the courtyard without looking back.