When Yuan Wei's human skin was found, it had been hung by the branch of a big tree on the outskirts of the city, and its pale face looked at several people from the gap in the leaves, although its eyelids were closed, it seemed to be looking at them, staring at Zhao Zimai with a layer of cold sweat rolling up behind his back.

Baotian climbed up the tree to remove the human skin, and carefully laid it out on a clean piece of ground, for fear of accidentally cutting through its thin surface like a cicada's wings. A gust of wind blew, and the human skin made a slight "rustling" sound, as if telling his heart that he had nowhere to confide.

A few people squatted down next to the human skin, only to find that it was emitting a faint stench, but its face was still fresh, and the color of the fingertips had not completely faded. But such a strong contrast makes everyone feel a little embarrassed.

"What a thin life since ancient times," Mu lame sighed, and carefully looked at the skin from head to toe, and said suspiciously, "The skin is so thin, and there is no wound on the surface, so it can't be cut off, looking like something has sucked the flesh dry." ”

A bright light flashed in Mu Xiaowu's eyes, "In this way, this case can be explained clearly." The evil creature had sucked up Miss Yuan's flesh and blood, and her skin was swept away by the wind, so that only her clothes and jewelry were left in the garden. ”

"What is so cruel that it can suck human flesh?" Zhao Zimai was puzzled.

"Wood Harrier."

Mu Xiaowu blurted out two words, and after speaking, seeing that the three pairs of eyes were all looking at him, he added, "This is what Yuan Wei said herself, she said that it was a wooden harrier that killed her." ”

Baotian scratched his head and said with a puzzled expression, "Isn't the wooden harrier just a kite?" How can a kite take a person's life? ”

This sentence expressed the doubts in everyone's hearts, and the surrounding area was suddenly so quiet that even the sound of falling leaves could be heard. After a while, Zhao Zimai slowly stood up and looked up at the shadows of the trees in the distance.

After a moment's hesitation, he whispered, "Have you heard the legend of the Wood Harrier?" ”

***

Legend has it that Mozi was in Lushan, chopping wood for a harrier, and it was made in three years, and it was defeated in one day. In a fit of rage, Mozi abandoned it and returned to the Song Kingdom.

Soon after, the state of Chu attacked the Song dynasty, but the walls of the capital of the Song state were tall and strong, and the soldiers were good at defending the city, so the Chu army could not capture it after several attacks, so it had to temporarily surround the capital of the Song state. The two countries remained at a stalemate for nine months.

Seeing that the grain and grass of the Chu army were about to run out, the victory of the Song State was in sight, but one night, Mozi, who was in Song City, witnessed a strange scene.

That night, the moonlight poured on the walls of the Song Kingdom, and the besieging Chu soldiers were tired and tired, and they had already lost the fierce momentum they had just attacked the city. There was silence around Songcheng, and everything in the world seemed to be asleep, not even the chirping of birds.

At this moment of silence, a black shadow quietly rose from under the city wall, floated up, and at the moment when the soldiers defending the city took a nap, they crossed the city wall and flew into the city of Songcheng.

No one saw it, except for Mozi, who had been unable to sleep for several nights for the sake of the country, because he had heard that the king of Chu had recently reused a person, and that person's name was Gongyiban.

Mozi and the public loss class are old acquaintances, but they are not old friends.

He invented the ruler, ink fountain, planer, drill, and saw used by carpenter, and the hull, grinder, and mill used in agriculture were also invented by him.

This time, the king of Chu wanted to build four corner towers of the palace city, stipulating that each corner tower must have nine beams, eighteen columns, and seventy-two ridges. Many of the ink masters were unable to meet this requirement, and seven famous masters were killed by the emperor in a row. In the end, the project fell to a master surnamed Li, but he couldn't do anything about it. When the public loss class heard about this, they thought hard day and night, and after a few days, they made a wheat straw gnator cage and gave it to Master Li, who was inspired to finally build the corner tower. After the king of Chu was overjoyed, Master Li recommended the public loss class to the king of Chu, and he was reused by the king of Chu because of this.

But the public loser class with such a pair of skillful hands was jealous of the Mozi who was dressed in black and pedaled straw sandals. Because there have been several competitions between the two, although each has won or lost, Mozi also praised the skill of the public loss class unmatched in the world, but the public loss class knows that Mozi has never really paid attention to the competition in skills. Because he has the world in mind, he rarely cares about personal gains and losses.

The more one side of the comparison doesn't care, the more the other side cares.

Since then, the public losing class has been interested in Mozi, although it has not been shown on the surface, but it is secretly competing behind the scenes.

Mozi had heard about this for a long time, so he tried to avoid it as much as possible and did not have a head-on conflict with the public loss class. Because he knows that the public loss class is by no means as simple as a craftsman, he is good at drawing talismans, can recite spells, and spells are all over the sky.

Therefore, on this night, when Mozi saw the black shadow falling from the sky, he decided that it was the masterpiece of the public loss class. But to his surprise, the black shadow was none other than the wooden harrier he had made himself. It's just that now the wooden harrier looks lighter, the skeleton has changed from heavy wood to light bamboo, the feathers have been replaced by silk silk, only the eyes are still the same as before, the eyeballs are yellow, and the bright red pupils are like two drops of blood.

Mozi recognized these eyes, because they were drawn by himself with a pen, but he didn't expect that after three years, this wooden harrier would not only be able to fly, but also become the mount of the public loss class.

"The public loss class rode a wooden harrier into Song City?" Mu Xiaowu was fascinated by what he heard, and his eyes were wide open.

Zhao Zimai nodded, "That's right, the city that the Chu army hasn't captured for nine months was broken by him with a wooden harrier. ”

"And what about later? When the two meet, is there a vicious fight? ”

This time, Zhao Zimai shook his head, "The later events are unknown, and the history books only record a simple sentence: 'The public loss class tastes as a wooden harrier, and multiplies it to peep into Song City.'" However, the outcome of this war is known to the world, Chu and Song made peace, Chu retreated thirty miles, and the two countries signed a contract. ”

"That's it?" Mu Xiaowu was preparing to listen to the wonderful battle between the two powerhouses with great interest, and suddenly heard such an ending, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

"No one knows what role Mozi and the public loss class played in the final reconciliation, but the wooden harrier that passed through the hands of two capable people has remained, and it has been passed down for thousands of years, and the story of the wooden harrier is far from over."

Zhao Zimai's gaze fell back on Yuan Wei's human skin, and an uncertain light flashed in his eyes.