When Yang Muqing opened his eyes, he found that the twilight was dull, and Murong Cao fell asleep on a stool not far away, his slender eyebrows frowning slightly, as if he had dreamed of something not quite satisfactory.

The window was not closed, and the cool breeze of the evening blew in, leaving a layer of chill, like a very casual greeting.

Yang Muqing habitually turned his hands and feet first, and then found that he was holding a hard thing in his hand, because he grasped it too tightly, his palm was a little sore, and he turned his head to see that it was a human-shaped wooden sign brought from the bottom of the pool.

Who did the fierce sacrificial array at the bottom of the pool?

And the things at the bottom of the pond can actually use jade weaving freely, and it is clearly not a ghost or a demon, but a half-immortal or a fallen god.

This time, it seems that it is another situation that cannot be improved.

Troubles are troubles, he was happy to find that he was not injured, and then thought that it should be Bodhi Zi who saved him, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to leave the bottom of the pool unharmed, so he refused to lie down obediently, sat up from the simple but clean bed lightly, grabbed a blanket nested in the corner, and covered Murong Cao.

Murong Cao seemed to be tired, sleeping extremely deeply, and did not react to the addition of foreign objects.

Yang Muqing closed the window, separated the deep night from the house, and then sat quietly on the bed to regulate his breath.

The room was silent, only the faint sound of even breathing, Yang Muqing looked at Murong Cao silently, and suddenly felt a little satisfied, such a posture of guarding and being guarded seemed to be the fate of the two of them.

The ghost door has been closed again and again, and every time she comes back to life, she will be the first to see her, which is good.

It's not that you can't ask for it, but you don't need it.

If Murong Cao had opened her eyes and looked at Yang Muqing at this time, and noticed the constant firm affection in that gentle gaze, maybe her decision in the future would have been different.

However, it wasn't until Little Apple knocked on the door to deliver the food that Murong Cao woke up in a daze, and just happened to see the back of Yang Muqing going to pick up the food.

"Awake? When did you wake up? ”

She stretched and rubbed her arm, which was crushed by her head.

"Just woke up."

Yang Muqing replied softly while opening the food box that Little Apple had carried.

"Are you all alright?"

Little Apple naturally saw that the two of them were fine, and for the sake of insurance, she still wanted to confirm it.

"I'm fine, Mu Qing, what about you?"

Murong Cao's words were still in a thick nasal voice, and she patted her cheeks, wanting her consciousness to be normal as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Yang Muqing lightly brushed it over, brought the dish to Murong Cao, and served her a big bowl of rice.

A plate of stir-fried meat with chili, a scrambled egg with bitter gourd, and an eggplant bean.

Stir-fried by the little girl of Little Apple, naturally it is not very delicious, but it is still no problem to eat.

Both of them were very hungry, so neither of them said any more, and they both buried their heads in their meals.

Little Apple stayed by while the two were eating, looking like he was struggling, and anyone with a discerning eye could immediately see that the child had something to say.

After finishing the two bowls of rice, Murong Cao finally felt satisfied and put down his chopsticks.

The little apple man elf had sharp eyes, turned around and ran to the kitchen to make two cups of hot tea.

Murong Cao took it with a smile, put a cup in front of Yang Muqing, who was still chewing slowly, and blew on the other side.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, we came here after receiving your letter, although there was a little accident, but since we are all fine, then the problem will be solved, you don't have to worry about anything."

Murong Cao's harmonious voice was undoubtedly the best placebo, settling the little drum that was beating in Little Apple's heart.

"Can you go see my brother?"

The uncontrollable sobbing sound shows that Little Apple has been suffering during this time.

"I came to you just to meet your brother, after all, he was the only survivor after that competition."

Murong Cao walked over, squatted down in front of Little Apple, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe her tears.

"Don't cry, it's not beautiful if the little girl cries too much, believe us, we will do our best."

Little Apple smiled and nodded with tears in her eyes.

Yang Muqing had also finished eating, and habitually picked up the dishes and chopsticks to go to the kitchen to wash, not intending to disturb the conversation between the two girls.

However, as soon as he went out, he realized that something was wrong, this room had an aura left by a strong man.

Fortunately, this breath is good and not evil, otherwise it would not be difficult to attack him.

Moreover, he could feel that this breath and the power in the cold pool were not all the way, but a bit of mutual restraint.

He remembered the human-shaped wooden plaque that he had taken out of the Black Jiaotan, if it weren't for this guardian force, Jiang Quan might have been fierce and unlucky.

Jiang Quan's room was on the second floor, and Xiao Apple carried another snack box upstairs, followed by Yang Muqing and Murong Cao.

The door was locked, and Apple knocked on it, then pulled out the key and opened it.

"Squeak-"

The first thing that came to my nose was the unique smell of the room, which was not particularly unpleasant, but mixed with dampness, sweat and the stagnation of long-term unventilated, naturally it did not smell good, and almost by the smell alone, it was possible to judge that the owner of the room had not been out of the door for a long time.

The room was small, the floor was littered with open books, and a thin boy sat at a low desk, calculating something with scratch paper by the not-so-bright lamp.

When he saw someone coming, the boy did not look up, as if he was already intoxicated, and could only see his hair as messy as a chicken coop.

"Brother, I've found someone to help us!"

Little Apple's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the boy, and then he slowed down and gently placed the food box in front of the boy.

Jiang Quan raised his head and glanced at the person who came when he heard this.

So Murong Cao and Yang Muqing both saw his bloodshot eyes, heavy dark circles, and dead fish-like eyes.

With Jiang Quan's pale complexion, it is indeed very lively.

"We don't have any money."

Jiang Quan's first sentence at the beginning made the two of them cry and laugh, but Little Apple was so excited that she wanted to cry.

You must know that Jiang Quan has never spoken to anyone since Li Qingzhu's funeral, even with himself, he has maintained his life by tacit understanding, without saying a word.

"We're free this time, you eat first, we'll talk later."

Murong Cao looked at Jiang Quan, whose expression was so indifferent that it was almost ruthless, and a subtle premonition rose in his heart that this boy had hidden too many thoughts and secrets.

Jiang Quan didn't give any words or eyes in response, just pushed away the book to eat, letting the three of them know that he listened.

And the action of his hand also made Murong Cao and Yang Muqing see clearly that there was a hemp rope tied to his thin waist, and the other end of this hemp rope was not far from the foot of the bed, densely wrapped around several times.

Jiang Quan didn't know when and for what reason, he had become a prisoner of this hut.