Zhao Zimai stood next to the tree and looked at the human skin that was blown and swirled by the wind. He was taller than the average person, so he could see the old man's eyes.

Of course, his eyes were closed, but Zhao Zimai could feel the mood of fear and despair in the moment before he died, and he even saw the last scene of the old man's experience in the world: the night was very dark, covering the appearance of the thing on the top of the tree, the old man didn't want to go over, but the tree shook so badly that the apples fell all over the ground, and he was afraid that if he didn't stop it, he would be complained by the owner. He couldn't afford to lose his job, so he had to bite the bullet and head towards the tree. Is the treetop a bird? He wasn't sure, because he had lived for decades and had never seen a bird this big.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

The thing made a long whistle-like sound, and the sound was extremely penetrating, like a needle, piercing straight into the acupoints on both sides of Zhao Zimai's forehead. He felt dizzy, shook his head subconsciously, and tried to keep his eyes open, as if in this way he could see the scene in his mind clearly.

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky again, just like any of his previous dreams. Snowflakes fell and fell in front of his eyes, and he felt his vision begin to blur.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

There was another bamboo whistle, and the old man under the tree picked up a stone and threw it at the black shadow above.

"Whoa."

The thing was so startled that it flew up, and the moment its wings opened, Zhao Zimai smelled a smell of decay. But then there was a "poof", and the old man's braid was hooked by something, and he rose upward, and when he was a few feet above the ground, he suddenly stopped and let out a frightened cry.

A pair of yellow eyes flashed in Zhao Zimai's mind, the tails of the eyes were raised very high, but the pupils were bright red, and the cold was pressing, as cold as those snowflakes that fell on him.

He felt that his legs were so weak that he could no longer support his body...... He fell straight back.

***

When he woke up, Zhao Zimai found himself lying in Baotian's arms, with a circle of heads around him, Cao Min's anxious face was in the middle, and when he opened his eyes, he hurriedly lowered it a little.

"My lord, you can frighten me, my lord, if you have three long and two short, how can the lower official explain to the above."

After speaking, seeing that Zhao Zimai's face sank suddenly, he hurriedly stopped, waved his hand to the officials gathered next to him, and said in a loud voice, "What to see, hurry up and look around, and see if there are any clues left." ”

Hearing him say this, several officials dispersed with interest. Zhao Zimai sat up straight, took the water bladder handed over by Baotian and took a sip of water, and then said to Cao Min, who was looking at him nervously, "Lord Cao, I'm in good health, so you have to worry about it." ”

"Lord Zhao, you are a precious woman, you must not be dragged out if you are sick, it is better to diagnose and treat it as soon as possible......" Cao Min made a look of concern and came over again.

"Lord Cao, our son-in-law is really fine." Baotian interrupted him, helped Zhao Zimai to stand up, and explained to Cao Min, "It's just a small problem of dizziness, it's okay on weekdays, and today I should have rushed over without eating early in the morning, so the old disease has recurred." ”

Cao Min accompanied the smiling face, "That's good, that's good, I've ordered someone to take off the human skin, it's been windy recently, don't be blown away by the wind again." After speaking, he glanced at Zhao Zimai, and quickly moved his gaze away.

Zhao Zimai stood firm, slowed down for a while, and then cleared his throat, frowned and said softly, "Lord Cao, have you ever wondered why the wood harrier appeared in this inaccessible orchard?" ”

Cao Min opened his mouth slightly and thought for a long time, before he said, "There really is no reason, unless it only passes by occasionally and rests here." ”

Baotian sneered, "It's not a real bird, where does it need to rest?" ”

Cao Min's face turned slightly red, he coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and turned his head to look at Zhao Zimai, "What does Lord Zhao think, can you give me some advice?" ”

Zhao Zimai shook his head slightly, "I don't understand why it came to the orchard, but there is one thing that needs to be paid more attention to Lord Cao." ”

As he spoke, he turned and looked at the forest behind him: the autumn wind was blowing through the mountains, and all the trees were swept to one side by the wind, revealing the black-brown rocks below.

"Lord Cao, there must be a reason why the wood harrier came here, but we don't know this reason yet. But there is one thing that seems to be deduced," he narrowed slightly, reflecting the lush mountains and forests in his eyes, "this must not be too far from its lair, and your men have been patrolling the city day and night, but have not found any trace of it, so I think it may be hiding outside the city." And now that the wind is rumoring, how can it not know? Therefore, in addition to trafficking in Fushou ointment, it will definitely be cautious when doing anything else, and it will never easily miss its whereabouts. ”

"What do you mean?" Cao Min was fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and his sleeve almost stuck to Zhao Zimai.

"Its lair won't be too far from here." He snorted coldly and spat out a few words from between his teeth.

***

When she woke up again, Ling'er felt that the pain in her back was not so bad, she reached into her spine and carefully touched a few handfuls, and after making sure that she did not hurt her muscles and bones, she couldn't help but breathe a little sigh of relief.

She tried to stand up with her hands on the wall of the box, but as soon as she got up, she fell into the box again. Her legs and feet were as soft as two rags, and the pain and fright had drained her last of her strength, let alone pushing open the lid of the box, and she now had a hard time even standing up.

After realizing this, Ling'er sat in the box for a while, and finally, she sighed heavily and lay down on her back as if resigned: "That's it, people are inherently dead, since there is no room for slowing down, then simply accept fate." ”

Thinking about it like this, she seemed to feel a little better in her heart, but this kind of forced ease couldn't last long after all, especially when she suddenly thought of the black shadow standing by the box.

Ling'er suddenly felt her scalp tingle: Is it still here? Now, it may still be standing against a wooden box, separated only by a wall from itself.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly put her ear to the wall of the box, held her breath and listened to the movement outside, she heard the howling of the wind, as if it had been shuttled through thousands of years, and also heard the leisurely chirping of birds outside the tomb, like a messenger of time.

But fortunately, she didn't hear the bamboo whistle again.

Ling'er exhaled, her hanging heart fell back into her stomach, she looked at the dull and lifeless black around her, but suddenly burst out of her mind with a letter with beautiful small characters.