The weather in the kiln city is changeable, the temperature difference between day and night is large, although it is the height of summer, but the wind at night is still cool.

Xue Ying fell asleep, and in a daze, she felt a gust of cold wind penetrating her neck, she subconsciously shrunk her neck, and pulled the thin quilt upward.

But the cool wind still blew around her neck, chilling her to the bone.

Xue Ying immediately got up to close the window, and as soon as she came to the window, she saw a figure shaking outside the window.

The shadow seemed to float in mid-air, swaying slightly with the night breeze, indescribably weird.

Xue Ying's heart tightened.

When he realized that the figure was somewhat familiar, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Although the distance was far away, she still saw the black and red shroud after a moment of panic.

And who else will be the owner of this shroud besides Nalan Modye?

"Ink-dyed ......"

Xue Ying ignored the injury on her shoulder, immediately climbed out of the window and ran straight to the position of the figure.

But no matter how much she chased her, the figure became farther and farther away from her, and finally disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Ink dye!"

Xue Ying woke up violently!

She sat on the bed and gasped for breath, as if she had really chased Nalan Moran for a long distance.

After her breath was even, Xue Ying turned her eyes to look at the window and found that the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was no cool breeze blowing in the wooden house.

It turned out to be just a dream.

But everything that Fang has just experienced is too real.

Xue Ying was sleepy, her mind was full of the situation when she had just seen Nalan Moran, and she clearly saw that Nalan Moran disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Don't......

What is this ink dye hinting at her?

Xue Ying immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and when she came to the outhouse, she saw Ah Luo sleeping on a small bed.

She called to Ah Luo softly, and when she saw that she was sleeping soundly and did not respond, she left the wooden house alone and went straight to the bamboo forest.

Since returning from the bamboo forest during the day, Xue Ying has always been suspicious of Ah Luo's nervous appearance, as if she was afraid that she would break in.

And she just had a dream like that.

In the dark, it was as if an invisible force was guiding her, telling her to go to the bamboo forest to find out.

It was dark all around, and Xue Ying walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest with only the memories of the day.

The bamboo forest has rarely been exposed to sunlight for many years, and it is dark and damp, and the more you walk inside, the colder the temperature becomes.

Xue Ying subconsciously closed her collar.

I don't know how long she walked, but Xue Ying noticed that the surroundings were becoming quieter and quieter.

I could still hear a few insects chirping and birds chirping, but now they were all gone.

The sound of her wheezing and irregular heartbeat resounded in her ears, and in addition to that, the sound of her feet stepping on the dead leaves in different shades.

These voices are even more eerie to hear at this moment.

The fear of the unknown made Xue Ying timid, but every time she thought of Nalan Moran's appearance, that trace of cowardice quickly turned into a rock-like firmness.

Fortunately, there was still a small amount of moonlight shining through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, so that Xue Ying would not be like a headless fly.

After walking for a while, the bamboo bamboo around him became sparse, and more moonlight shone on the ground, and Xue Ying saw an open place in front of him in the distance.

She quickened her pace and walked out of the bamboo forest in one breath.

Only then did I find out that this was an artificially left open space in the depths of the bamboo forest, and in the center of the clearing was a well-built tomb.

A stone tablet stands alone in front of the tomb.