When night fell, Mu Yi went down the mountain, but this time he was not alone, Nian Nu'er lay on his back, his hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

She didn't even feel any weight on her back, but Nian Nu'er preferred to let Mu Yi carry it, perhaps this would make her feel Mu Yi's love for her, and she was always happy to do it.

In the afternoon, Mu Yi finally succeeded in drawing two five thunder runes, although he has now basically touched the trick of the five thunder runes, but the mental power consumed by these five thunder runes is also extremely terrifying, with the realm of the third step of his heart now, whether it is successful or not, after drawing twice, it is basically exhausted, and he has to stop meditating to recover.

However, with the repetition again and again, Mu Yi found that his control of the power of the mind had also faintly improved, although it was not a lot, but it only took an afternoon, if it accumulated, I believe the harvest would definitely be greater.

And if you can hoard some of the good things like the Five Thunder Fu, you will definitely be prepared, and you will not be out of use at the critical moment.

It's a pity, even if he masters the trick of the Five Thunder Talismans, his success rate is still terrifying, maybe if it goes on like this, it won't take ten days and a half months to replenish the cinnabar red paper, as for the blood, he basically doesn't think about it.

It's okay to do it occasionally, and it can even increase the success rate, and the power is greater, but this method can only be used at critical moments, otherwise even if Mu Yi has more blood, it will not be enough to put it like this.

In fact, now Mu Yi draws an exorcism talisman, and the demon slaying talisman no longer uses blood, just the mountain spring water mixed with cinnabar is enough.

Under the moonlight, Mu Yi went down the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow, in his memory, he had not encountered such heavy snow for many years, and even in the past, he hated snow a little, because it was too cold, and the clothes on his body could not always keep warm.

Every time he couldn't stand the cold at night, Lao Dao would let him run around in a broken house or a broken temple, and when he was tired, he wouldn't be cold.

But now, Mu Yi is a little fond of snow.

The eyes are full of white, the world has become a color, and the heart has opened up a lot.

Soon, Mu Yi came to the town with Nian Nu'er on his back, and he had been to this street more than once, not even the time in the morning, it was the third time.

For the first time, he took a willow coffin from here, but because of this coffin, Lao Dao disappeared, and where it is still a mystery.

The second time, he came to the coffin shop owner to settle accounts, but the building was empty, but he met a very interesting person here, Jia Guang, Jia Ren.

This is a craftsman, at least Mu Yi used to think so, his paper-cutting is lifelike, has reached an extremely advanced state, the most impressive thing for Mu Yi is Jia Guang's hands, which are not like men, more delicate than women's hands.

Before, Mu Yi was just curious, thinking that only these hands could be worthy of such a peak of paper-cutting skills, but now, Mu Yi saw blood behind these hands, thick blood that could not be dissolved.

In fact, when Peng Mi said this street, Mu Yi had a premonition in his heart, especially when he saw that the shop selling paper and ink was not far from Jia Guang's shop, that feeling was even stronger.

It's a pity that when he came last time, Mu Yi hadn't really stepped into cultivation, so he didn't notice the difference in Jia Guang's body, but now that I think about it, the reason why I haven't doubted him all this time is mainly because of his performance at that time.

Greedy, villain, this kind of person may be able to have some craftsmanship, but it definitely has nothing to do with the ferocious, but Mu Yi just forgot another sentence, people can't be good-looking.

But one way or another, he came and stepped into the street for the third time.

Mu Yi walked very slowly, but the street finally came to an end and came to the door of Jia Guang's shop.

The coffin shop opposite was still closed, but as far as he knew, a coffin shop had reopened in another part of the town, and although many people felt that it was taboo, it was essential, after all, who had not died? But you can't throw it into the wilderness when you die, so you don't care about it, right?

If this were the case, his ancestors would be able to crawl out of the ground to settle accounts with him.

What's more, in this era, we pay attention to filial piety first, treat the deceased elders, even if the poor ask for food, we must try to make their funerals as beautiful as possible, and I don't want to have a good coffin, but at least there must be a big box made of wood, right?

Therefore, it is inevitable that the coffin will be rolled out again.

But now, Mu Yi is not concerned about these, after all, even if there is a coffin to open, it has nothing to do with the cripple Li who disappeared before, and it is impossible to find the old way through this.

There are no lights in Jia Guang's house, and there are almost no lights in the surrounding shops, so people basically go to bed early after eating and eating in such a cold weather.

"Bang bang bang!"

Mu Yi stepped forward and banged on the door, and the sound came far away in the silent and empty night.

"Bang bang bang!"

Mu Yi continued to knock on the door, believing that if there were people inside, even if they were asleep, they would definitely be able to wake up.

"Who?" Just as Mu Yi was about to continue knocking, a hoarse and even impatient voice came from inside, which was the voice of Jia Guangzhu that Mu Yi had heard.

"Buying something." Mu Yi said loudly at the door.

"What time is it, come back tomorrow morning, I'm already asleep." Jia Guang's voice became even more impatient.

"Double the money." Mu Yi said.

"Well, you wait a minute." There was silence in the room before a voice was heard.

Then, Mu Yi saw that there was a light in the house, he took a step back, stood in front of the door, and waited patiently.

Squeak!

Finally, the door was opened from the inside, revealing Jia Guang's familiar, ugly face.

At this moment, Jia Guangzhu was wearing a thick coat and holding an oil lamp in one hand.

"Hey, why are you? :”

When he saw Mu Yi, Jia Guangzhu couldn't help but be surprised, after all, no matter how Mu Yi dressed, or how he looked, it was too easy to impress, not to mention, at that time, Jia Guangzhu also took a piece of jade pendant from Mu Yi's hand.

Of course, in Jia Guang's eyes, it can't be considered a fraud, it can only be regarded as a transaction, you love me, and no one owes anyone.

"Yes, it's me, but I'd rather not be me." Mu Yi stared at Jia Guangzhu, paying attention to the expression on his face, but soon, he was disappointed, because he couldn't see anything suspicious from Jia Guangzhu's face at all.

"Oh, what's the matter with you? By the way, you just said you wanted to buy something, right? What to buy? Is the silver double? Jia Guangzhu didn't seem to hear Mu Yi's off-strings, and nagged there vigorously.

"The Peng family, the murderer of skinning."

Mu Yi looked at Jia Guangzhu and said word by word.

(Today's two more guarantees are over, laugh one!) In addition, thank you for the tips of cici beauties, Da Man sister, Yuer girl, Jasmine, Jingjing, and Xiao Yunyun, thank you! ）