When Zhao Zimai left the inn, it was still dark, there was no one in the market, and the rows of shops were now closed, but the whole street was much more spacious. Zhao Zimai's pace was very fast, and Mu Xiaowu deduced that the wooden harrier's lair was an ancient tomb in the forest outside the city, so he was in a hurry to inform Cao Min and take people to the ancient tomb with him to investigate.

However, when he passed by a very large shop, he suddenly stopped.

The door of the shop was ajar, and inside sat a man holding a flask in one hand and a kite, a yellow and green butterfly kite, in the other. The kite is small, but it is very delicate: the butterfly's body is slightly protruding, its wings are divided into four pieces, and there is a long tail with two peacock feathers painted on it.

"Chen."

Zhao Zimai subconsciously called out the man's name, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the shop, and asked softly, "Chen Yong, what are you doing here alone?" ”

Chen Yong raised his head, glanced at Zhao Zimai with misty eyes, suddenly grinned, waved the meeting in his hand towards Zhao Zimai, and said drunkly, "Lord Zhao, do you know what this kite was used for thousands of years ago?" ”

Seeing that Zhao Zimai didn't answer, Chen Yong continued, "Shi Ma is in charge, the paper kite is singing in the air, and after the people in the tomb are scattered, the black bird is west and east. Kites are used to pay tribute to those who have passed away. He took another sip of wine, smiled miserably, and continued, "The sky is the closest place to them, but the living cannot go up, so with the help of kites, we transmit our thoughts to them." ”

The smile on Chen Yong's face disappeared, tears flashed in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice, "Lord Zhao, maybe she and I were wrong from the beginning, we used kites to send messages, and we used this kind of thing that can shuttle yin and yang to send messages, this is wrong, right?" ”

Zhao Zimai was stunned for a moment, then looked Chen Yong up and down, only to find that he was much thinner than when he saw it last time, and his clothes were loosely draped on his body, which was a whole circle bigger.

"Chen Yong, that day in the Yamen, you ran away faster than anyone else after seeing her, why did you look like this now?" There was confusion in his tone.

"When I first met Yuan Wei, her hair was blown a little loose by the wind, and when she found out, she was so anxious that her face turned red, and she hurriedly pulled the strand of broken hair to the back of her head." Speaking of this, Chen Yong smiled, "Lord Zhao, a girl like Yuan Wei who loves beauty and is sensitive and slender, do you think she is willing to let me see her ugliest appearance?" ”

Speaking of this, he pursed his lips and endured it for a long time before choking back the sound that was about to overflow his throat, "Actually, before you found her, I knew that she was gone, for no reason, just a natural intuition. That's why I fly kites outside Yuan's courtyard every day, because I know that her soul must not have gone far, and she can feel it. ”

It turned out that he fled from the yamen in a hurry that day, not because of his affection, but because of his deep affection.

Although this reason is a bit far-fetched, Zhao Zimai does not think that he is lying, because he himself has had the same experience. He looked at Chen Yong's sad face, and a sudden wave of sympathy surged in his heart. So he lowered his head and said softly, "She definitely doesn't want to see you like this, Chen Gongzi, the world is impermanent, please take care of yourself." ”

With that, he stepped out of the threshold of Chen's kite shop and walked outside. When he stepped down the steps, he was suddenly stopped by Chen Yong.

"Lord Zhao, has you caught the culprit who killed her?"

Zhao Zimai paused, turned his face slightly sideways, but his tone was firm, "Soon, you wait for our news." ”

At the same time as he said this, a gust of wind suddenly blew overhead, and at the same time, Chen Yong's anxious shout reached his ears. However, before he could respond, the whole person was knocked to the ground by a stream of air, and the fire gun pinned to his waist was also shocked and flew out, and after rolling on the ground a few times, it hit the corner of the wall and did not move.

The huge body of the wooden harrier slowly descended from the air, standing upright in front of Zhao Zimai, staring at him with the only remaining eye. Although the eyes it drew with the pen were dull, they were full of murderous intent. Of course, Zhao Zimai felt this clearly, so he jumped up from the ground and ran towards the fire gun with all his strength.

However, after only a few steps, he staggered to a halt: a filarial worm came around behind him, its split head aimed at the center of his eyebrows, and pressed towards him one by one.

Zhao Zimai gasped, his boots rubbed against the ground and retreated, he knew that he was getting closer and closer to the wooden harrier that was blocking the way of retreat, he even smelled the smell of rotten wood on its body, but he still couldn't help but lean towards it step by step.

He was surrounded by the Harrier, which seemed to have no intention of leaving a way out for himself, and was bent on avenging the piercing of its eye.

"Lord Zhao, run."

Chen's scream pierced through the cold and wet air before dawn and into Zhao Zimai's ears. Before he could grasp the meaning of his words, he suddenly noticed a flash of fire beside him: a flaming wine jar flew towards the direction of the wooden harrier, and when it was about to hit its doubles, it leaned backwards and dodged.

However, while dodging the wine jar, it also withdrew the red silk that grew out of its pupils, Zhao Zimai saw this opportunity, and quickly ran forward, bending down to pick up the fire gun on the ground, and the calcium carbide fire light aimed at its other remaining eye.

The Wood Harrier did not move, it had appreciated the power of the firebolt, so it did not dare to act hastily any longer.

"Click."

Zhao Zimai pulled the trigger, but he didn't hear the roar of gunpowder, so he pulled it again, and then ......

The trigger of the fire gun continued to make a "click" sound, but the nozzle did not move at all, and not a single spark burst out.

Zhao Zimai was stunned, although his fingers were still pulling the trigger, his heart was already messed up. Because the Harrier had also noticed that the only weapon he could use against himself was wrong, it was now rising from the ground and flying towards him with its tail rubbing against the ground.

Its wings were fully spread, and two dark red balls of the word "Shou" under its wings were from far and near, like two blood stains splattered everywhere.

"Lord Zhao, run." Chen Yong rushed out of the shop, as if he wanted to stop the wooden harrier, but the next moment, he saw Chen Yong fly out, his head hit the threshold hard, and the whole moment he was motionless, as if he had passed out.

"Click...... Click......"

Zhao Zimai was still pulling the trigger in vain, his heart was already cold, and the only thing he hoped for now was a miracle.