Mu Xiaowu rejected Yan Qingcheng's offer to let the maid send them back, because she was going to take this opportunity to scold Mu Cripple to relieve the anger in her heart.

But Mu Cripple sang and shouted all the way, so that she didn't even have a chance to accuse him. However, she always suspected in her heart that he had woken up most of his wine, and now he was pretending to be crazy and stupid, because the bottle of Qiu Lubai was tightly held by him, for fear of falling to the ground and breaking.

Mu Xiaowu had no choice but to drag him towards the courtyard where they lived. Behind him, the noise of the guests faded away, and after turning a corner through a side door, the sound almost completely disappeared. Now, she could only hear the footsteps of the two of them "dong dong" and the humming of Mu Cripple out of tune.

"The spring is warm, the rich peach and willow often play, and the rich him gets up at dawn and is busy farming. In the summer heat, the Yin Shi people enjoy the lotus pond and the long day, the suffering people frown, carry the burden along the street, and push the cart endlessly......"

Rustling...... There seemed to be someone passing by in the corridor next door, and his body rubbed against the wall, making a very soft noise.

"The autumn is cool, the powerful high-rise buildings drink and enjoy the bright moon, the weak bitterness, the crops are busy, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is mixed. In the cold winter, the rich and noble people warm the pavilion and sell the gold account, and the poor people are in the alleys, lacking food and clothing, and the bitterness is not good. In the first month of the year, there are eight festivals at four o'clock, and the bitterness and happiness are uneven......"

"Shh Mu Xiaowu raised a finger at Mu Cripple.

"How...... What's wrong? The lame man's tongue was knotted.

"Do you smell it?" She stood still, her eyes looking at the wall alertly, as if trying to penetrate it.

"I smell it, the wine is fragrant, the wine is overflowing, it's good to be rich, I have lived so much with such fragrant wine...... Clause...... Drink it for the first time. ”

Mu Xiaowu glanced at him and shook his nose a few times: there was a smell on the other side of the wall, just like the two little girls said this morning, it was the smell of rotten stinky fish and rotten shrimp. To put it more appropriately, it is the smell of dead people, people who have been dead for a long, long time.

Mu Xiaowu turned around and raised a finger at Mu Cripple.

Mu Cripple's wine suddenly woke up, he leaned over and sniffed a few times, "Is there really that thing here?" How I didn't smell it. ”

Mu Xiaowu snorted coldly, "You are covered in the smell of wine, it's strange to be able to smell it, and besides, the smell is very weak now, it should be gone." As she spoke, her face turned pale and she continued, "Listening to the words of the old lady Yan today, I felt that there was something wrong with this house, but I didn't expect that now, I actually met it for us." According to me, it's better for the two of us to take the money and leave early, this house is not clean, and something will happen sooner or later. ”

"Listen to you."

Mu Cripple urged her to leave as she spoke, but she only walked out a few steps, and suddenly heard a terrifying scream, which startled the two of them to pause, and turned their heads to look behind them.

The screams came from the same passage they had just turned, not far from here. But then it vanished, as if sucked into the night.

The surrounding darkness was pressing, and everything seemed to be covered under a large black and hollow lid, which made people a little breathless.

"Out of ...... Something happened, right? After a while, Mu lame stammered and asked.

"Hmm." Mu Xiaowu replied vaguely.

"Look...... Take a look at it? Mu lame asked again.

"It's not good not to go, it's happening right in front of you...... There's no one else here......"

Mu Xiaowu secretly scolded "unlucky", and then turned around and ran forward, although Mu Xiaowu had bad legs and feet, he also limped and tried to keep up.

To the left of the side door was a small side room, the door was open a crack, and there was no darkness in it, no light. Mu Xiaowu calmed down, and after making a forward gesture to Mu Cripple behind him, he kicked the door open.

The moment the door opened, Mu Cripple threw a handful of copper coins that he had already held in the palm of his hand into it, and the copper coins drew a few colored lights in the darkness, and then, with a crisp sound of "hammer", fell on the floor.

"Why isn't there any movement?" After holding his breath and listening for a while, Mu Cripple finally walked up to Mu Xiaowu and asked her.

"Xu is already gone?" Mu Xiaowu muttered, reached out and took out a palm-sized piece of yellow paper from his arms. With a few strokes of her index and middle fingers, a cluster of flames ignited on the yellow paper, illuminating the strange symbols written in cinnabar.

However, the fire flickered only for a moment, and then it was extinguished. But before it was extinguished, Mu Xiaowu clearly felt that something was blowing on the flames.

It wasn't big, but it stinked, the same smell she had just smelled through the wall.

Actually, she should have smelled this smell a long time ago, but there was another smell in this room that was even stronger, temporarily covering the stench of the thing.

Smell of blood......

That's right, the moment I pushed the door open, a strong smell of blood rushed to my face, sweet and flustered. Moreover, the moment the fire was ignited, she also saw a large pool of black things in the depths of the house. If the blood of such a place comes from one person, then that person must be dead.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaowu's heart suddenly felt a little cold, and she shook her head lightly at Mu Cripple, signaling that he hadn't left. Mu Cripple keenly caught the panic in her eyes, instinctively moved two steps back, and just wanted to ask her what to do with her lips, but suddenly saw a touch of red rubbing Mu Xiaowu's waist.

It just flickered like that, and then disappeared so quickly that Mu Cripple didn't see what it was at all, only felt that the red was very heavy and thick, with a little blackhead, so it could easily blend into the darkness.

At the same time, Mu Xiaowu covered his waist violently, turned around and shouted at Mu Cripple, "Quick, embroider it." ”

There was a pressure of pain in her voice, and it clearly revealed that she was hurt.

Mu Cripple took out the wooden box he was carrying, opened it and yelled: "Thread the needle and thread, embroider the soul, go." ”

The copper needles in the wooden box rose up and floated flat in the air, and the white lines from the tip of the needle to the tail were stretched straight, as if they had been aimed at something unknown. A moment later, it flew out, flashing left and right in the damp and dark air, and quivering a few times from time to time, like a sharp-nosed hound, trying to search for the unseen prey.

"Hurt? Is it heavy? Taking advantage of this, Mu Cripple walked to Mu Xiaowu's side, "What is it that can hurt you so silently?" ”

Mu Xiaowu didn't answer him, she was still covering her waist, her eyes flashing with the copper needle.

"Something is wrong." She snorted softly, her eyes widening.

Following her gaze, Mu Cripple saw that the copper needle had stopped, hanging in the air and not moving. In an instant, the needle body sank down sharply, dragging the white thread that had lost its brilliance and fell to the ground.