"Miss Mu, Senior Mu." Seeing that the two of them were about to walk over from the end of the corridor, Zhao Zaimai tried to call them, but his lips opened, and he only moved strangely twice, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Giggle......

The laughter behind him was clearer, with a hint of chill, like the wind still raging.

Zhao Zaimai felt a chill on his waist, and looked at it with his spare eyes, and saw another hand wrapping around his waist, little by little, his white and thin fingers moved inch by inch in the direction of his navel.

His heart shrank sharply, his mind went blank, and he only felt that all his internal organs had turned into ice ballast under the grinding of these hands.

In a trance, she saw Mu Xiaowu turn her head, she no longer described the delicacies of various places with emotion, but glanced at herself coldly, the corners of her lips turned upward, and she made a shallow but obviously contemptuous smile.

For a moment, Zhao Zaimai thought that he had lost his eyes, because the smile on Mu Xiaowu's face was just a flash, like a meteor that couldn't be caught. Then she returned to normal, turned her head again, held Mu Cripple's arm with one hand, covered her waist with the other, and continued to drag forward.

"Miss Mu." Zhao Zamai called the name again in his heart, and he could clearly notice that the hand on his waist had a momentary stagnation when Mu Xiaowu turned around, but it didn't take long for him to start moving forward again, coming to his navel, and the cold nails were slowly embedded in his skin, as if he wanted to dig a hole in his body.

Zhao Zaimai's heart suddenly poured into a sea of desolation: I wanted to make a big difference after returning to China, but I didn't think that I had only been ashore for a few days, and I was going to die here before I even arrived in the capital.

"Ugh." Just when he was almost desperate, a sigh suddenly sounded in his ears, and the grandfather and grandson, who had walked out of his sight, turned back again, looking at the direction in which he was standing, and the faces of the old and the young were full of helplessness.

"Now that you see it, you can't die without help, right?" Mu Xiaowu sighed.

"Help, save, save, save and leave." Mu lame urged beside him.

Zhao Zimai knew that he was saved.

He felt a beam of light flash in front of him, and then a copper needle flew from far and near, and the white thread of the needle's tail floated up and down, like the long whiskers of a dragon, and like the tail of a pengxing. It circled around him, and Zhao Zaimai felt that the mirror that trapped him shattered, and the warmth returned to his body, bit by bit, slowly coming, flowing down his fingertips to every part of his body.

Finally, he was able to move, from his hair to his toes, from his skin to his blood, completely freed from his imprisonment, his body soft and light.

"I know that you died a miserable death, but you shouldn't try to give it away, it's better to let go of the obsession in your heart and let me give you a ride."

Saying this sentence in a hissing voice, Mu Xiaowu leaned slightly, dragged his steps and slowly walked to Zhao Zaimai's side, his left hand suddenly reached behind his shoulder, groped the back of his neck a few times, and suddenly pulled upward, pulling out the copper needle that seemed to be inserted in his back.

With this series of movements, Zhao Zaimai shivered heavily, and before he could understand what was going on, he heard the "giggles" laughter again. But now the voice was thinner and quieter, as if something had choked the throat, and it trembled so that it was hard to hear.

"It's already like this, and you have to toss around in the world, why bother." Mu Xiaowu had a cloud of gray shadows in his hand, flickering and flickering, sometimes bright and sometimes obscure, although Zhao Zaimai couldn't see clearly, he could vaguely distinguish that it was Cuiyun, Cuiyun without eyes.

But although she had no eyeballs, she still stared at Zhao Zimai with empty eyes, and that strange feeling made him look back.

"Don't look at it, you are young and strong, your limbs are sound, but the eight characters are weaker than ordinary people, these lonely souls and wild ghosts are eager to enter your body and take your sacrifice. Since you don't want to give your body, don't give it any more hope, you can't touch it, you can only look at it, even for a dying ghost, it's not fair. ”

"Checkmate? Isn't it long dead? Zhao Zaimai turned his gaze to Mu Xiaowu's face and said this sentence hesitantly.

"The body is dead, but the spirit is immortal, and it is not really dead." Mu Xiaowu smiled, but his eyes were fixed on Cui Yun.

"What's that...... Is it true death? Zhao Zaimai trembled in his heart.

"Really dead?" Mu Xiaowu lifted the shadow like a puppy, and gently shook it in mid-air, the curvature of the corners of his mouth widened, "That is, the form and soul are scattered, and the desire and hatred are gone, for them, it is not a good thing." ”

After saying this, she stopped being verbose, threw the needle in her hand into the distance, and recited a trick in her mouth, "Life is like knowing everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush, the time has come, let it send you the last journey." ”

As soon as the words fell, her raised hand hung down, like a wild goose that suddenly folded its wings.

A whistling sound brushed Zhao Zimai's ears, not big, but it shook his heart: he knew that it was a person's last stay in the world, and after that, it was difficult to see the mountains and roads again.

Mu Xiaowu didn't look surprised, she clapped her palms easily, and after casually glancing at Zhao Zimai, she walked towards Mu Cripple, who had been standing at the end of the corridor and waiting.

"Girl, wait a minute," it wasn't until Mu Xiaowu was about to turn that Zhao Zimai came back to his senses and called her, "Thank you girl for the matter." ”

Mu Xiaowu waved his hand, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's not worth mentioning." ”

"But Zhao still has something unknown."

"What?" Mu Xiaowu stopped his steps, rolled his eyes slightly, and looked at him.

"The thing that killed Cui Yun and injured the girl...... Is it hard to deal with? He paused for a moment, and then continued, "If even the girl and Mr. Mu have to avoid it, then wouldn't the others be ......?"

"Zhao Gongzi," his words were interrupted by Mu Xiaowu, she lowered her eyes and smiled, but the words she said made Zhao Zimai frightened, "If you have a good relationship with the Yan family, you must take care of this matter, then you can only ask yourself for more blessings." ”

After that, she wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Zimai for the second time.

"Miss Mu, last night when you said that 'Zhen' was a ghost, you used one word: 'Duo is'. Could it be something other than a ghost? ”

As soon as the words came out, Mu Xiaowu suddenly stopped, Mu Cripple stopped, and the surroundings became unusually quiet, and Zhao Zimai could even hear his own breathing.

"Did I say that?"

Oh, Mu Xiaowu slowly turned his head and asked him.