Seeing the copper needle entering, all the people behind them hid, some hid behind the trunks, and some simply lay on the ground, hiding in the thick weeds. The wooden harrier killed a few people in one night, and the people in the government were afraid, so even if Zhao Zimai speculated that it was not in the tomb now, everyone still took a few precautions and hid early.

Mu Xiaowu squatted beside Zhao Zimai, staring intently at the dark gap in the tomb door, but asked softly, "What did Gongzi see just now?" ”

"After the death of the prince, it was captured by the rebels, and Hou Jing knew that it was an evil thing, so he specially built a mahogany box and sealed it in this tomb." After a moment's pause, he continued, "In the back of those small tombs are buried soldiers who want to burn it with fire, and those people have become its burial companions. ”

Mu Xiaowu frowned, "So later, it was discovered and released by Yuan Changli, and in order to repay Yuan Changli, the wooden harrier transported Fushou paste for him to collect money?" ”

"It should be like this, but Yuan Changli is also a second-class dealer, and the goods in his hands are also obtained from foreigners, so even if we catch him this time and don't cut off the source, we can't stop the trouble."

Mu Xiaowu didn't seem to understand what she heard when she heard this, but now she didn't have time to think about it, because the copper needle had already floated out of the crack in the door of the tomb door, and the white line behind it was as white as snowflakes, and there was no trace of being contaminated by dirt and evil spirits.

"It's not here." Mu Xiaowu held the copper needle in the palm of her hand, feeling a little relieved, but after thinking about it, she doubted again, "It's strange, Yuan Changli came from this direction of the Ming Dynasty, why didn't you see him?" Could it be that he just happened to pass by here and has nothing to do with the Wood Harrier? ”

As soon as he said this, he suddenly saw Baotian hurrying from a distance, and after running to Zhao Zimai's side, he didn't even have time to catch his breath, so he hurriedly said, "Childe, I'm lost." Yuan Changli has always been ahead of me, but after passing through this ancient tomb, that is, in the blink of an eye, the others disappeared. I searched the whole forest, but I didn't find him, it's really strange, could it be that he also turned into a wooden harrier and flew out of thin air? ”

Zhao Zimai's face changed, and he turned his gaze back to this trilateral arrangement of ancient tombs, and after looking at it for a long time, he said a word to the officials behind him, "Search." ”

The large tomb was still the same as when Mu Xiaowu first came in, except for the huge mahogany box at the end of the tomb, there was nothing. The only difference is that this time the lid is open. The inside of the box was empty, and at first glance there was only a deep, heavy black.

However, when the torch swept through the box, Zhao Zimai let out a "huh", leaned into the box, and picked up something from inside.

"Apple core." By the light of the torch, Mu Xiaowu blurted out these three words, and after finishing speaking, she felt funny, "It's weird, how can there be an apple core in this?" ”

Zhao Zimai was not as relaxed as her, but frowned, with a puzzled look on his face, "The wood harrier is not a real bird, of course it will not feed its hunger with apples, so there was once a living person hidden in this box." ”

At this point, he held the apple core closer to the fire, and continued, "Although it is a little shriveled, it shows no signs of decay at all, so it can be seen that the man has just left, and perhaps the wooden harrier left with him." ”

"Why did it keep him? Why didn't it turn him into a human skin like it did with everyone else? ”

Mu Xiaowu's face was flushed by the firelight, a little more gorgeous than usual, but the moment she raised her eyes, Zhao Zimai saw two red lights floating past her eyeballs, quickly disappearing behind her eyeballs. Leng Bu was taken aback, as soon as he let go of his hand, the torch fell to the ground, but fortunately, Mu Xiaowu took a handful of it and held the torch firmly in his hand.

"Childe, you say, why did the wooden harrier keep this person?" Mu Xiaowu didn't notice Zhao Zimai's sudden change in face, and lowered his head to look at the box, his face was ignorant, like a child who had not yet grown up.

"Xiao Wu?" Zhao Zimai asked tentatively.

"Huh?" Mu Xiaowu turned his head, the ignorance on his face had not faded, and his eyes widened, "Childe, do you want to understand the reason?" ”

Hearing that her voice had not changed, Zhao Zimai's heart was slightly put back into his stomach, although his vigilance had not been eliminated, he finally dared to talk to her.

"I don't understand why, the wooden harrier is an evil thing, and he helped Yuan Changli only because he was its benefactor and rescued it from a hundred years of confinement. But I can't figure out how it treats another person like this. But that explains why it went to the apple orchard. He said softly.

Speaking of this, he looked at Mu Xiaowu cautiously, hesitated for a while, and finally suppressed the sentence that had reached his throat, and only asked, "Xiaowu, have you been to the small tombs in the back on the day of the rain?" ”

"No, didn't Childe say that all the soldiers buried in it were burial, hundreds of years have passed, and there should only be a pile of rotten bones left in the tomb, right?"

"But since you are here, you must find out...... "As he spoke, he reached for the lid of the box, which was heavy, and pressed both hands downward.

"Squeak", the lid slowly fell down, and when he was about to let go, Zhao Zimai's heart was cold, and his body trembled fiercely: he saw a person standing between himself and Mu Xiaowu, it was the general who was riding on a horse and watching his subordinates being burned to death. Now, he was squinting at the lid that was about to close, his eyeballs dipped in a deep black.

The lid of the box was still downward, and the gilded pattern on it was illuminated by the light of the torch, like an eye twinkling in the dark.

Suddenly, Zhao Zimai heard a "click" sound from the box, the sound was extremely soft, but it was amplified several times by the surrounding stone walls.

The man next to him obviously heard this voice as well, because Zhao Zimai saw him bent down slightly, his head drooping downward, as if he wanted to see what was making a noise in the wooden box.

Zhao Zimai's heart tightened, and the next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the man, because he already knew what was going to happen next. But his fingers went through the man's armor and scratched at the air. At the same time, two filaria-like red threads with split fronts burst out of the crack in the box, which was only a foot high, and pressed against the man's temples at the same time, sucking him firmly.

"Ahh

There was a hoarse cry for help in his ears, and the sound hit the stone wall of the tomb, and then turned back, blowing up Zhao Zimai's ears to a "buzzing" sound.