Zhu Wu'er curled up in the quilt for a while, trying to fall asleep again, but he didn't fight the feeling of suffocation in his lower abdomen after all, so after fighting with the monster in his brain for hundreds of rounds, he finally made up his mind to get out of bed, open the door and walk into the vast night.

The night was as cold as water, Zhu Wu'er shivered, rubbed his arms and ran towards the thatched house. A gust of wind swept through his face, blowing the catkins that had been swept into a pile on the ground again, and slammed them at his face, and even one or two even drifted into his eyes. Zhu Wu'er stood still, rubbing his eyelids vigorously with his fingers, trying to rub them out of his eyes, but just as he blinked his eyes blurbly with teary eyes, a strange sound of "quack" suddenly sounded above his head, and then, as if something fell from the sky and fell on the big tree in front.

Zhu Wu'er blinked, the stinging sensation had not gone away, but in addition, his heart was tightly grasped by another feeling, which was fear, a fear like a thousand pounds of boulder that he had never endured in his short life.

He looked at the canopy in front of him through the gap in his eyes, what was it just now? Is it just a bird returning from the night? Because the shape of the canopy looked no different than before, as if the thing had become one with it.

Zhu Wu'er breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that his eyes could finally open, so he took a few steps forward, ready to hurry back to his warm quilt after a quick decision. But just as he was about to go around the trunk, he stood still.

The trunk of the tree seemed to be thicker than usual, although it was only a little bit, but Zhu Wu'er was still keenly aware of it, because he had been climbing up and down this big tree all day long, and he was familiar with every line and branch of it. What's more, the extra layer of "bark" is not static, it is moving gently, like ...... It's like a "person" is slowly sliding down the trunk of a tree.

Zhu Wu'er gasped, he wanted to run, but his legs didn't obey, and his knees were sore, as if they were no longer his own. His pants were soaking wet, and urine dripped down the hem of his pants, fainting into a small circle on the floor, and finally turning into a large circle.

He watched as the black shadow came down from the tree, little by little, and slowly swelled up like a crooked bow.

A long procession came from the corner of the street, and Cheng Muyou was at the forefront, wearing civilian clothes, not riding a horse, but wearing a long sword at his waist. His deep eyes shone with a cautious light, searching the sides of the street over and over again, for fear of missing any possible suspicions. But even if he was so engrossed in the "night patrol", he still couldn't help but break into Xun'er's appearance from time to time in his mind: the child who had always been honest was now lying on the bed with a pale face, and his eyes were full of panic, how could this not make him, a father, feel heartache. He thought of the woman named Yan Niang again, she was independent of the treetops, and the calmness exuded around her body actually soothed his anxious state of mind a little, but thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a little doubt, because the old and heavy temperament on her body should not belong to a woman under twenty, this calmness should belong to an old man, an old man who has become invincible after years of tempering.

The night patrol team turned a corner at the street corner and came to the South Street of Xin'an City, Cheng Muyou saw several buildings in front of him from a distance, and he could vaguely hear the words of Yingge Yan, which formed a sharp contrast with the dead silence around him. He couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Isn't it already a curfew, why is this place still so lively?" ”

Shi Fei leaned his face close to his ear and whispered, "My lord, this Qifeng Tower is a place for men to have fun, and I can't help but sing songs is the rule of my dynasty, so ......"

"I still know it from the sound of Shengge," Cheng Mu snorted coldly, "It's really not afraid of death." ”

"The peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost." Shi Fei smiled and retreated.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency." A series of shouts broke the silence of the long night, and even the people who were fighting in the Qifeng Tower were disturbed, and one by one they pushed open the windows and looked down.

A servant shouted loudly and flew from a distance, and after a while, he came to Cheng Muyou's side, "My lord, hurry, something happened again." ”

When Cheng Muyou arrived at Zhu's house, Zhu Wu'er had already fallen into a coma, he pushed away the people who were crying in front of the bed, pulled Zhu Wu'er's arm and touched his pulse, and found that his pulse was extremely weak, Cheng Muyou took out a white jade vial from his underwear, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Zhu Wu'er's mouth.

"This is the Nanzhu Yangrong Pill, which can temporarily stabilize his breath," he said and took off Zhu Wu'er's underwear, and carefully examined his body, "There is no rash, no lumps, no ulcers......" His gaze stayed on the little boy's feet, there was a black dot on it, the size of a mung bean, with smooth edges, as if someone had used a brush to point it.

Cheng Muyou raised a candle on the table, wanting to look at Zhu Wu'er's feet more carefully, but at this moment, a strange sound of "bang" suddenly sounded outside the window, and then, a black shadow flashed from the courtyard and flew straight towards the door. Cheng Muyou grabbed his sword and ran out, Shi Fei and Shi Jin's brothers followed closely behind him, and the three of them rushed out of the gate of Zhu's house and came to the end of the street, only to find that it was leading to the South Street of Xin'an City.

Vast expans of black spread wantonly in the sky, and the whole city of Xin'an was like a closed world, and the black was suffocating. Only the Qifeng Tower in the distance emitted a circle of dark yellow light, and the light danced like a flame, making it look more and more strange in the darkness.

Cheng Muyou walked forward on the stone road with a long sword in hand, and the white robe on his body was particularly dazzling in the dark. He vaguely felt a vague shadow in his heart, waiting for himself to pierce and peel off the cocoon to open it, but there was always a wall between him and it, a wall that seemed transparent but difficult to break down.

"Sting." Something seemed to fall from the sky and slid past the road, Cheng Muyou squinted, trying to distinguish the appearance of the thing, but the darkness and the willow catkins in the sky blinded his vision, so that he could only see a few feet away in front of him.

"Quick." He roared at Shi Fei and Shi Jin behind him, and the three of them clenched the hilt of their swords and chased after them at a faster pace.