"Oh, wear it, peace of mind." Mu Xiaowu smiled faintly and answered his question briefly.

Zhao Zimai saw that she didn't want to talk more, so he didn't ask any more, but at this moment, Mu Cripple suddenly let out a "huh" and sat up from the grass.

He had been sitting in the grass because of his bad legs, but after so long, his posture had changed from sitting to lying on his side, and then to lying on his back with a big grin. But now, he suddenly got up, stretched his neck and looked ahead to the left for a long time before he hesitated to say a word.

"Xiao Wu, this place ...... Have we been here before? ”

Mu Xiaowu was fiddling with the rosary on his wrist, and when he heard Mu Cripple's words, he also raised his head, looked at the forest in front of him, and muttered, "Have you been here, why don't I remember?" ”

Mu lame pointed forward, "Look at the shape of the mountain on the left, two volts together, the peaks are a little sharper, and the twin peaks behind are rounder, like a camel lying on the ground." ”

Mu Xiaowu's eyes lit up, and he patted his head and said, "That's right, we saw this mountain when we rested in the forest on the night we came to Lucheng, and at that time, it was facing the two of us." Today, though, we're coming out of the West Gate, so it's on the left-hand side. She glanced approvingly at Mu Cripple, "Okay, old man, when did you become so smart." ”

If he had been praised on weekdays, Mu Cripple would have cocked his tail a long time ago, but today he was unusual, not only did he not answer, but instead wrinkled two gray eyebrows, his expression was also a little panicked, and his mouth smashed for a long time, and finally he muttered, "Xiao Wu, walk a little further into the forest to reach the tomb." ”

Hearing this, Mu Xiaowu "chuckled" in his heart, and Zhao Zimai also turned his head and set his eyes on Mu Cripple.

"What does old Mu mean ......"

He was stopped in the middle of his sentence by an exclamation.

"My lord, there seems to be something up ahead." The voice of a servant came, his voice trembling a little, mixed with indescribable fear.

Several people turned their heads at the same time: in the hazy night, something was indeed moving, but it was difficult to see it clearly through the layers of trees. However, several people felt the air currents it brought with them, one by one, mixed with the damp and chaotic air, like several huge wings flapping at the same time.

"No...... No, it won't be....... Wood Harrier, right? ”

Mu Cripple began to stutter again, and as he spoke, he ducked backwards, hiding behind the half-human-tall Artemisia Grass.

Zhao Zimai had already held the long sword in his hand, bowed down and walked towards the forest step by step with the officials. Mu Xiaowu followed behind them, the copper needle was caught between her fingers, she looked in the direction where the fishy wind came from, wrinkled her nose a few times, and whispered to the person in front of her, "The smell of blood is extremely strong, don't be in a hurry, let the copper needle explore the way first." ”

As soon as the words fell, she walked to the crowd that had stopped, and with a gentle push of her hand forward, she sent the copper needle out.

The moment it took off, the copper needle grew a bright white "tail", and it flew against the "wind" and circled around the treetops in front of it......

By the light of the white line, the group finally saw clearly what was fanning in the darkness: it was a few human skins, a few nearly transparent human skins, hanging on the branches, blown forward by the mountain wind behind them, bringing a fishy sweet smell.

The center of the face is sunken, the nose is crooked, the eyes are closed, and the corners of the eyes and the tips of the eyebrows appear drooping downward. These people all look low-browed, as if they have been wronged but can't speak, which is very weird.

After staring at these human skins for a while, a sharp-eyed official finally recognized their identities, so he shouted in an abnormally high voice, "This...... These are the ones who followed Lord Cao, they were ambushed on the east side, and it seemed that they were ...... It seems that something unexpected ......"

Zhao Zimai's face suddenly became gloomy, and one hand clenched into a fist, "They are all equipped with bows and arrows, how can they be sucked dry of flesh and blood so easily." ”

"My lord, should we go over and help?" A servant whispered to him.

But before he could answer, a strong wind blew in the forest, and the wind swept up the fallen leaves, and these yellow and green leaves writhed and fluttered wildly over the forest, like a great net falling from the sky, covering the trees.

The human skin made a "rustling" sound, first shaking with the wind, and then it was a little overwhelming, and four or five sheets floated up from the treetops, whipped by the strong wind behind them, and covered the crowd in front.

Although they are harmless, they are really scary, especially for those officials of Lucheng County: they are still living people during the day, brothers who laugh and laugh with themselves, drink and chat, but now it is only less than an hour's work, and the flesh and blood have become dry skins, and the fresh faces seem to be flattened and ironed, with a howling wind, rushing in and falling from the sky......

What's even more terrifying is that the drooping eyelids of the human skin suddenly opened, revealing two pitch-black hollows below.

This kind of strange fear is mixed with a strange sense of fear, which is not experienced by those who are not familiar with it.

So, as they watched the human skin pounce on him, several of the servants let out a dry howl and stepped back with their feet on the ground.

"Don't panic."

Mu Xiaowu took a step forward and stood in front of everyone, she recited a spell in her mouth to take back the copper needle, and the next moment, she threw the needle towards the human skin that was already a few feet away from her and was about to cover her.

The copper needles passed through the human skin in turn, and gathered them on the white line, and the human skin was layered on top of each other, as if unwilling to be trapped by the white line, and writhed desperately one by one, trying to break free from the shackles of the white line.

"Aren't you reconciled? Suddenly dying, not even realizing that he was dead, even the soul was still in the skin. She sighed, and continued, "But it's useless to stay here, just you remnant souls, let alone revenge, you can't even protect yourself, it's better to let me give you a ride." ”

With that, she waved her hand forward and sent the copper needle away.

A few skins slowly fell, and this time, they didn't open their eyes again, like those leaves above the forest, slowly swirling, and fluttered lightly at the feet of Zhao Zimai, who had been standing straight and not moving at all.

"Zhao Gongzi, are you okay?" Mu Xiaowu saw that his face was pale, so he hurriedly walked over and asked.

"It's okay," he glanced at the human skin on the ground, pursed his lips and pursed again, and finally said, "Brother, go in peace, I will avenge your revenge." ”

As soon as he said this, a long arrow suddenly came out through the forest and landed at the feet of the two, followed by Cao Min's anxious shout, "Lord Zhao, the wooden harrier, the wooden harrier is here." ”