As soon as these words came out, the crowd retreated a few feet back, Zhao Zi ordered Baotian to follow Yan Qingcheng, but he himself took a few steps forward, looking at the figure fixedly.

He saw it clearly......

The "man" closest to them had shaggy hair like straw on his head, but his eyes were two holes in pitch black, and even one or two maggots were crawling out of it. The flesh on his face had long since been dried and blown away by the cold mountain breeze, leaving only a few strips of shriveled meat. The clothes on his body were even more ragged, hanging on the yellow, brittle bones, and floating backwards by the wind.

In a flash, the "person" who had already turned into a dry corpse seemed to shake twice, which frightened Zhao Zimai and gasped.

"How can there be so many dead people in such a barren valley?" He walked to Mu Xiaowu's side, looked a little farther, counted them slightly, and found that there were twenty or thirty such dried corpses standing there.

"I don't know." Mu Xiaowu's voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were motionless, staring at the front fixedly, there was a little confusion in the hollow, and there was no trace of the domineering and wild momentum on his body.

Zhao Zimai glanced at her, and muttered to himself in his heart: Everything in the world is changing and growing, could it be Miss Mu coming back?

But his guess was quickly overturned, Mu Xiaowu suddenly moved his neck left and right twice, and then strode into the middle of the dried corpse, looked at it one by one, and even raised the arms and neck of the dried corpse to examine it carefully.

Zhao Zimai laughed at himself: It seems that it is not Miss Mu, if she, seeing this situation, will definitely hesitate a little if she doesn't run away, where would she dare to go deep into the tiger's den alone.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard Mu Xiaowu mutter: "After being dead for so many years, the flesh has melted and the soul has been scattered, but why do you always feel that something is wrong?" ”

"Were these people also killed by that evil spirit?" Zhao Zimai followed behind and asked.

Mu Xiaowu snorted, "Impossible, the evil cult has just come out of the urn, and these people seem to have been dead for six or seven years." ”

As he spoke, the moon had risen from behind the mountain, and at first there was a light gray puffy cloud behind it, but after a while, the puffy cloud moved away, revealing a corner of the bright yellow jade disk, illuminating the dark valley somewhat.

There was a rush of chatter in the crowd, for by the moonlight, everyone could see the strange scene in front of them: dozens of wooden shelves were stuck crookedly on the overgrown ground, and on each wooden shelf hung a man who had been dried into a skeleton. The moonlight shone down from above, and there were dozens of strange-shaped shadows on the ground in an instant, not like people, but like multi-legged insects.

Another gust of wind blew and blew away the clouds that had covered the moon, and the moonlight fell unobstructed, illuminating the valley with a silver sparkle.

Mu Cripple, who had been standing on the periphery, felt a panic in his heart, and he seemed to see the dry corpse in the farthest distance move his head, because the head was originally completely drooping on his shoulder, but now it was slightly erect, as if he was tilting his head to look at him.

Mu Cripple couldn't help tilting his head when he was stared at by it, he was a little confused now, his brain was chaotic, and he only felt that the two black hole-like eyes of the dry corpse seemed to be able to devour people's souls.

Until......

The dry corpse straightened up one arm, twisted his shoulder lightly twice, got rid of the control of the wooden frame, and took a step forward with one leg in a shuffling step, and Mu Cripple released the scream that had been holding in his throat.

"Ah, the dead man moved, moved."

He shouted, turned his head and was about to run backwards, but before he could take a step, he heard Yan Qingcheng, who had been standing behind him, say, "Senior Mu, it's just that you're looking away, these dried corpses haven't moved." ”

Mu was stunned, then turned back to look at the dried corpse, and saw that he was still hanging on the wooden shelf, and his head was hanging on his shoulders. He didn't move an inch of his bones except for the rags of his clothes that were fluttering.

Mu crippled and scratched the top of his head, "But...... But I saw it clearly...... See him...... He came down from the shelf......"

He spoke in a knot, apparently not yet recovering from the fright. But the others didn't take his words to heart, they saw that although these dead people looked terrible, they didn't pose any threat, and they heard Mu Xiaowu say that they had already turned into flesh and souls, so they relaxed their vigilance one by one and walked to the middle of the wooden shelf. There were a few bold ones, even following Mu Xiaowu's example, while approaching and carefully looking at these "people", while whispering something.

After Zhao Zimai instructed Yan Qingcheng not to get close, he also walked in with the others, he came to Mu Xiaowu's side, and looked at the nearest corpse with her: this is a woman, her hair is gathered on the top of her head, braided into a long braid, and spiraled up into a bun. There is also a green jade hairpin inserted in the bun, which has been sharpened by the mountain wind and turned a little white, as if it will be broken at any time. She was wearing a jacket and skirt, the cloth had long been torn, and most of the cotton had been scraped out, leaving only a few strands hanging on her sharp finger bones.

"It's weird here." He stared at the woman's empty eyes and muttered, "If a robber kills someone, why bother so much, why hang people on this wooden shelf?" ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly let out a "hmm" and reached out to rub his eyes.

Because at that moment just now, he seemed to see a light shooting out of the woman's eyes, but how could it be? Her eyeballs are hollowed out by insects, where can the moonlight be reflected?

"Do you suppose there will be moonlight in the valley tonight?" A strange man's voice sounded coldly in his ears, Zhao Zimai was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Mu Xiaowu on the side. But she was staring at the dried corpse now, and she didn't blink an eyelid.

So, too, he looked at the dried corpse again, his gaze through her strange eye sockets, deep in the darkness within.

"As I said, the clouds open and the moon shines, and the moonlight shines on your shadow, and your time of death is coming. So, it's not that I want your life, but that God wants you to die, and you don't blame me. The man's voice appeared again, and he said such unreasonable words, but Zhao Zimai heard a little smile from his voice.

"Click."

Something shook in front of Zhao Zimai's eyes, and then, he felt his shoulders sink, and his neck was stuck by a few dry but sharp things, and he was stuck.