Cao Min suddenly realized, "He's going to the monster's lair?" It is...... Is that the ancient tomb you were talking about? ”

Zhao Zimai nodded, and sneered in his mouth, "I didn't suspect him too much, just in case, I let Baotian stare at him, but I didn't expect that Yuan Changli really had something to do with that monster." ”

Speaking of this, he instructed Baotian, "You have fast legs and feet, quietly go up and follow him." ”

Baotian did as he commanded, and ran forward a few steps quickly, like a nimble monkey, and disappeared after a while.

Mu Xiaowu was walking behind without saying a word, but when he heard this, he raised his head and answered, "Yuan Changli is Yuan Wei's elder brother, although he was not born to the same mother, but after all, he is related by blood, how can Yuan Changli be willing to attack her?" ”

"Favoritism and indifference are like a poison, which can eat away at the kindness of people's hearts, Miss Mu, you are still young and inexperienced, and there are some things that I can't understand yet." When he said this, there was no light in Zhao Zimai's eyes, only a touch of cold despair.

Seeing him like this, Mu Xiaowu couldn't help but feel stunned, so she slowed down her steps and silently followed the end of the crowd.

After climbing over a mountain, the red fruits that accompanied them all the way were gone, and now a large forest was displayed in front of the crowd. Looking from a high place, I saw the green leaves in the treetops connected together, swaying for thousands of miles, like a vast ocean.

Mu Xiaowu put up the pergola and looked into the distance for a while, and after determining the direction, he said firmly, "It's this forest, and the ancient tomb is in this forest." ”

While saying this, she also saw Yuan Changli's back in the distance, he was completely different from Yuan Daoqiao, he was a slender and thin man. Now, he walked more and more quickly, and his scrawny figure shuttled rapidly through the woods, and for a moment disappeared behind the dense shade.

"People...... What about people? Cao Min couldn't help but get anxious when he saw that he couldn't see Yuan Changli anymore.

"Don't worry, Lord Cao, just follow me." Mu Xiaowu quickly walked to the front of the team and jumped down the hill in front of him, which was not too steep.

The autumn woods were dark and silent, and the foliage was covered with leaves, as if a huge tent had been set up over their heads, sheltering them from the scorching sun outside. Here, the wind slowed down a little, and there was no sound to be heard except for a few scattered birdsong.

Because it had just rained, the forest was still damp, and in some places there was even a pool of stagnant water, and if you were not careful, you would slip. But fortunately, Mu Xiaowu led the way in front, she had flexible legs and feet, agile body, and strong observation, so except for the occasional wrestling of one or two servants, she walked smoothly all the way.

The trees in front of them seemed to be much thinner, and the crown above them had become a little lighter, and the dark green had faded to reveal palm-like leaves that glowed yellow.

The blades rustled overhead, but Zhao Zimai didn't feel the wind blowing, so he subconsciously glanced behind him, but this glance made him stop his steps and stop in place abruptly.

He saw a heavy number of figures among the trees, all with almost transparent white faces, standing among the trunks with blank expressions. At the same time, there was a noisy voice in my ears, which was not real, but it was still audible:

"That's it, at the foot of Mount Lu, born in Si, buried in Si ......"

"Why don't you burn this monster with a fire, why did it kill so many of our brothers, and the general burned all their human skins, and wanted to bury it?"

"Didn't the general say that if you don't do this, you won't be able to control it."

"It's already nailed in the box? What can't be suppressed, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil ......"

With a "poof", Zhao Zimai saw a fire in the forest, and it went straight to the sky, and even the leaves in the treetops were burned and curled, making a "zizi" sound.

"How did this fire burn so big?"

"Put out the fire...... Hurry up ......"

"It's too late...... Yes...... Ah.......h

There was a scream in my ears, mixed with the crackling sound of "crackling", which set off this fire-lit forest like a purgatory on earth.

"No wonder the trees here are much sparser than elsewhere." Zhao Zimai looked at the figures struggling in the firelight, and let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart. But then, he gasped and staggered back a few steps.

He saw that there was a group of people standing not far from the fire, and the leader was on a horse, looking indifferently at the figure who was still dying in the fire. The uniforms on their bodies are exactly the same as those of these people who are caught in the fire.

"The general said that to suppress the wooden harrier, one must repair the tomb, and the other must be a peach wood lock spirit, but in addition, someone needs to accompany the burial. Look at the side tombs next to them, they were built for them, and I pity these fools, and I didn't understand them until I died. So said the man at the moment.

"So you didn't stop them, even though you had already understood their hearts." A soldier answered.

"Rather than us do it ourselves, it's better to let them die for themselves, after all, they are all my men, and I don't want to be called a brother with a blade. But if you want to blame, you can only blame themselves for being stupid, this kind of evil thing has its own life, how can it be burned by a fire? ”

"What the Lord said is, you see, the wooden harrier is still intact, and even the mahogany box outside has not been burned......"

With this timid voice, Zhao Zimai looked at the firelight again, and saw that the yellow eyes were looking at him from the open lid of the box, and the bright red pupils were more dazzling than the flames.

"I see the tomb door." Mu Xiaowu's voice seemed to float from the sky and fell into his ears, but it didn't seem so real.

Zhao Zimai shivered, and cold sweat fell down the corner of his forehead. The illusion in front of him was gone, there was no fire, no ghost general, and no yellow eyes. Passing through the layers of people, he saw a group of moss-covered tombs, distributed in a trilateral, and the door of the large tomb at the front had opened a crack, as if someone had slashed it, revealing the faint darkness inside.

"This is it," Mu Xiaowu, who was walking in the front, stood still, looked back at Zhao Zimai, and looked around in surprise on his bloodless face, and finally didn't ask more, only said, "Zhao Gongzi, this is the tomb, there is a peachwood box in the largest tomb, and it should be the hiding place of the wooden harrier." ”

"Don't think about it, it must be." Zhao Zimai replied with a sentence that she didn't understand.

"Childe, you guys hide, just in case, I'll let the copper needle go to explore the way first, if that thing is still in the tomb, it's not good." When the words fell, Mu Xiaowu already had an extra copper needle in her hand, she threw it forward, and the needle dragged its long tail and meandered forward, like a very thin little snake, "slipping" into the dark gap between the two tomb doors.