As the copper needle fell, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the night flowed silently past the two of them like a cold water, soaking their bodies and hearts into a cold one.

The stinging pain in his waist continued to spread, Mu Xiaowu pressed the wound with one hand, glanced at Mu Cripple, and motioned for him to call the copper needle back and cast the spell again.

Mu lame understood, so he whispered a trick. But the copper needle lay motionless on the ground, and showed no sign of flying back. So, he could only limp towards the copper needle, his movements were very light, and he looked left and right from time to time, apparently afraid that he would also be ambushed coldly by the thing hidden in the darkness. But everything seemed to be going well, at least when he walked over to the copper needle and bent down to take it, nothing happened.

Mu lame pinched the copper needle with his rough fingers, closed his eyes, and was about to cast the spell again, when he suddenly heard Mu Xiaowu behind him "hiss" lightly, and gasped.

Mu Cripple opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his legs suddenly weakened with fright, and he staggered back a few steps, leaning against the wall.

Not far from him was a red cloth, floating three feet above the ground, up and down, floating in his direction. The cloth was old, and it seemed to have not been washed in a long time, and it was covered with a greasy black glow. However, it can still be vaguely seen that there is a koi carp embroidered on the cloth, with a yellow body and a white belly, and two tender yellow whiskers.

The red cloth went up and down, and between shaking, Mu Cripple caught a glimpse of the pair of blood-red eyeballs below it, as well as a circle of pus and blood around the eyeballs.

It stared at him, straight and straight like a pair of dead fish eyes.

Mu Cripple was frightened, pinched the copper needle and stood against the wall, watching the thing approach towards him little by little, but he trembled and couldn't read a mantra completely. He even felt that even if he could pronounce it, the copper needle would not necessarily listen to his commands. It is a spiritual weapon, and it can feel the state of mind of the caster, and he is now so frightened that his legs are weak, can it still have the momentum to break the enemy?

The red cloth was getting closer and closer, so close that it almost swept over him, and Mu Cripple let out a cry from his throat at the right time, and turned around to run, but before he could take a step, the needle in his hand was taken away. Mu Xiaowu stood behind him, holding the copper needle between his index and middle fingers and placing it in front of his eyebrows, and whispered a little weakly forward, "A thousand gods and saints, protect my needle spirit." The ghost of the nine ugliness, know your name. It is urgent to be arrested, and it must not be stopped for long. ”

Her voice is not loud, but her words are crisp and clean. Sure enough, the copper needle trembled slightly, flew out of her fingertips, and plunged straight above the red cloth.

The red cloth is gone, and so is the copper needle. Mu Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief, and the sweat on his back flowed down, soaking his skirt.

"Embroidery...... Embroider...... Embroidered it? Mu Cripple's tongue was still knotted, and his words were slurred, "How are you?" Injure...... Where's the injury? ”

"Waist," After saying this, Mu Xiaowu felt that the wound was more painful, blood flowed down the fingers covering the wound, and his leg was also half soft, "There is a dead person inside, I don't know who it is." ”

She glanced at the open door, but for a moment her face turned pale: there was a red cloth hanging in the room, crimson as if soaked in blood. She couldn't see what was covered by it, but she could clearly sense its malice.

With a "ding" sound, the copper needle flew out of the house and landed on the ground, scorching and shining by the moonlight overhead, stinging Mu Xiaowu's heart.

"It'...... Why is it still there? She looked at the red cloth floating in the room and swallowed hard.

Mu Cripple obviously saw it too, he leaned against the wall and stepped back, muttering in his mouth, "It's really bad luck to come home, such a thing, why did we run into it, could it be that this is the heavens that want to kill the two of us." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of boiling voices from the side of the corridor, followed by a cloud of red light, which was rapidly surging in their direction from far and near.

"Who's there? Is something wrong? ”

With a noisy shout, Mu Xiaowu found that the red cloth in the house was missing, and she looked around vigilantly, but she didn't find it. It disappeared silently before a large group of Yan family's descendants arrived.

"We heard the shouts and rushed over, what happened to the two of you?" The one who led the way saw the ancestors of the Mu family and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Mu Xiaowu gasped a few times, and then said, "I'm a little injured, it's fine, but it's ......" She looked at the room, "It seems that there are dead people inside, you should hurry up and take a look." ”

When the man heard her say this, his face turned a little pale with fright, and he hurriedly walked in with a few little guys. It didn't take long for Mu Xiaowu to hear a few exclamations coming from the room.

"Blood...... Lots of blood......"

"Snapshot photo, who is the snapshot photo......"

"Miss Yun, it's Miss Yun......"

***

Cui Yun lay on her back on the floor, the muscles on her face tensed, and her expression twisted a little scary. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the dark roof.

The reason why she said that she was godless was not because her eyes had lost their brilliance, but because in her eye sockets, the eyeballs were missing, and only two red and black puddles of blood remained.

But the loss of two eyeballs wasn't enough to kill her. Her fatal wound was in the neck, where there was a hole the size of a child's fist, the flesh was open outward, the veins were completely broken, and they were brutally pulled out and drooped outside.

Xiangzhen fainted first when she saw Cui Yun's corpse, followed by Yan Yuchi. The tall young master of the Yan family only let out a muffled scream, and fell beside his younger brother, if it wasn't for Yan Qingcheng supporting him in time, I am afraid that he would have broken his brain.

Yan Qingcheng first ordered someone to carry his brother and sister-in-law away and settle down, and then looked at Cuiyun's corpse with a solemn expression, and after a long time, he asked sullenly, "Who found her first?" ”

"Mu ...... Solemn...... The ...... of home"

Yan Qingcheng was a little surprised, "Xiao Wu? Did you and your grandfather find her? Do you see the murderer? ”

Mu Xiaowu glanced at him, and there was a hesitation in his eyes, "Childe, it's better to talk to you alone about some things." ”

Yan Qingcheng looked at her for a while, and finally nodded, so the few people behind him went down in amusement, leaving only the three of them and the terrifying corpse.

Mu Xiaowu told the story one by one, and at the end, she met Yan Qingcheng's surprised gaze and added, "The Yan family is a big family, if these gods and ghosts are rumored, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to your family's business, so it's better to talk about these things in private." ”

Before the words fell, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the house, "Qingcheng, I don't know if something happened at home, are you afraid that I will go out and chew my tongue?" ”