But he knew, he knew very clearly, that miracles would never come.

Although he was born in a wealthy family, he understood a truth when he was a child, that is, life is hard, and those who can't hold it must be strong, and no one can be his backing.

Therefore, in the face of any difficulty, he never expected a miracle to happen, and every time, he had to peel off a few layers of skin to survive.

But this time, he felt that he couldn't resist, especially when the wooden harrier was already less than five feet away from him, and the fire gun still couldn't be opened.

He looked at the only yellow eye that was left, and his heart sank, and the arm holding the fire gun finally slowly fell.

"Zheng ......"

With an angry chirp, a thin filament erupted from the wooden harrier's eyes, which snaked to Zhao Zimai's forehead and pasted it like a suction cup.

Zhao Zimai felt a numbness in his heart, and immediately, a stream of heat spread rapidly, like boiling water, eager to evaporate all the water in his body.

His vision began to blur, and the wooden harrier seemed to become two, separated, overlapped, separated, and overlapped in front of him...... However, what puzzled him was that the two ghosts seemed to be different, and one of them was much smaller and much shorter......

His body didn't seem to be so hot, and he felt a burst of coolness, just like drinking a glass of ice water in the hot summer, refreshing his heart and feeling unusually refreshed.

At the same time, his eyes could suddenly see clearly: where was the ghost of the wooden harrier, it was Mu Xiaowu. Now, she stuck on the wooden harrier like a monkey hugging a tree, wrapped the rosary that she had been wearing on her wrist around its head, and after two circles tightly, she rolled over neatly, grabbed the rosary with one hand, and pulled the wooden harrier backwards with all her might.

The beads bloomed with a strange brilliance in her hands, but the wooden harrier let out a feeble chirp as if it had been burned by the light, and was dragged backwards.

Mu Xiaowu's eyes widened, his teeth squeaked, the muscles on his face bulged, and his still beautiful face looked a little more hideous, especially when he was enveloped by the light of the rosary.

The wooden harrier was getting closer and closer to her, and Mu Xiaowu had already heard the sound of the bamboo crackling, crackling, bringing a scorching smell.

Three-step, two-step, one-step......

She suddenly grabbed the rosary with one hand, and a slender copper needle suddenly appeared in the free hand.

The copper needle had pierced the remaining eye of the wooden harrier, but in the snap of a finger, the rosary, which was still blooming, suddenly dimmed, and all the dazzling light disappeared, and they were now like ugly ordinary stones.

"Oops." Mu Xiaowu exclaimed in his heart, but the movements in his hand still did not stop, and he stabbed the copper needle hard at the blood-red pupils of the wooden harrier.

"Zheng ......."

The wooden harrier let out a high cry and struggled to fly towards the sky, Mu Xiaowu's body was unstable, and he was dragged forward by it and ran forward a few steps, his feet suddenly lightened, leaving the ground, and he was about to be taken into the air by it.

"Release the rosary."

She heard Zhao Zimai's voice swirl below, and in an instant, her legs were hugged, her body fell down, and she fell back to the hard ground with him.

The wooden harrier has already flown high, and in the half-white sky, it is like a real kite, flying high into the sky with a steady wind.

"Look." After helping Mu Xiaowu stand up, Zhao Zimai suddenly pointed to the sky.

Mu Xiaowu looked up and saw that the wooden harrier was stabbing downward, as if he wanted to change direction. With this movement, the rosary from its neck slipped and disappeared into a gold-rimmed cloud.

***

The incense curled up, setting off Cao Min's distorted face a little weirder, he pushed aside the sweaty hair on his face, bowed deeply to the three incense sticks in front of him, and when he stood up again, his red eyes were already full of cruelty.

"Madam, brothers, you will not die in vain, I, Cao Min, must avenge you today."

After speaking, he walked towards Zhao Zimai and said in a deep voice, "Lord Zhao, since we already know the monster's lair, then we will simply bring more people to kill it and break it into pieces." ”

Zhao Zimai frowned, stretched out his hand and patted Cao Min on the shoulder, hesitated for a long time before he said to him, "Lord Cao, I understand your current mood, you suddenly lost your relatives and brothers, you must be eager to avenge them." However, if we rush to it now, not only will we not be able to kill it, but we may also be severely injured by it again. ”

"You told me about its lair, but now you won't let us go over, Lord Zhao, what do you mean, please make it clear." Cao Min is now sad and angry, and his tone is not so polite.

Zhao Zimai was not annoyed, but his voice was softer, "I originally wanted to attack the tomb with fire first and then block it, and kill it by surprise." But I didn't expect that we hadn't attacked yet, but it had already killed us. Now, it should be extra vigilant, I guess it's very likely that it will leave the lair and try to win again. In other words, Lord Cao, we have lost a golden opportunity to get rid of it. ”

Cao Min was desperate, his lips trembled a few times, and he couldn't hold back a few tears, "Then what should we do?" Shall it continue to do evil? ”

"Of course not," Zhao Zimai quickly continued, "but in my opinion, we'd better adopt roundabout tactics and not stubbornly carry it." ”

Cao Min's eyes lit up and he stopped his tears, "My lord, I would like to hear about it." ”

"Find out the guy behind the wooden harrier."

Before the words fell, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him, Baotian ran in from outside the yamen, and when he passed by Mu Xiaowu's side, he smiled at her knowingly, and ran towards Zhao Zimai again.

"Childe, there is movement in the Yuan family." He whispered to Zhao Zimai, "As soon as it was dawn this morning, Yuan Changli went out alone, without an entourage, and it seemed that he was heading in the direction of the city gate." I asked the two officials to follow him, and now that they are about to leave the city, should we go with them?" ”

***

In the season when apples are ripe, the red fruits are clustered and clumped, like wildfire flowing in the forest, and people walking in it seem that they will be burned by a tongue of fire if they are not careful.

Yuan Changli, a partial student, wore a crimson shirt again today, and he shuttled between the trees, and he blended with those fruits, and he couldn't see him if he didn't pay attention to it.

"Don't get too close, it's not good to be found by him." Zhao Zimai grabbed Cao Min, who was walking in a hurry, and reminded in a low voice.

"What should I do if I lose it? He might be the guy behind the wooden harrier you are talking about. Cao Min wiped his sweat with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhao Zimai glanced at the red fruits in the mountains, and his narrow eyes narrowed, "It's all here, can't Lord Cao guess where Yuan Changli is going?" ”