Mu Chujin walked to the place where the car was parked just now, due to an autumn rain last night, the ground was still very soft, and clear rut marks were left on the ground. Mu Chujin planned to follow the rut marks and find out. As soon as the front foot was raised, I felt like I had stepped on something. Looking down, there was a wooden sign with vermilion lacquer lying quietly on the damp ground.

This must have been accidentally left behind by the man when he was carrying the sack just now.

Mu Chujin thought about it and bent down to pick it up, holding it in his palm, the rectangular wooden card, not too big or small, just right in his hand. It's so exquisitely made, it's probably something that proves its identity. Mu Chujin thought about it, flipped the sign over, and the word "Murong" was clearly exposed in front of him.

Seeing these two words, Mu Chujin was surprised, as if he suddenly meant something, Mu Chujin hurriedly put the wooden card into his sleeve, and chased forward with light skills.

In the deep and winding alley, the man turned left and right seven or eight times, probably because he was afraid of being followed, deliberately detoured, and looked back from time to time, and his cautious appearance was more like a scout.

Mu Chujin exerted her light skills with great effort, endured the urge not to stun the person, and tried to maintain her body balance, several times due to the surge of anger, and the strength of the wine that did not come up just now also surged up, so that she was almost discovered.

Fortunately, the man's martial arts are not high, and he didn't find Mu Chujin who had been hanging on the wall.

"Why are you so slow? Ask you to help Daddy Wang deliver a piece of food, why are you so procrastinating? If this was in the army, the general would have dealt with you by military law! The man who came was a young man in his twenties, with dark skin, a smile showing a mouthful of white teeth, and a mocking tone that relieved the man who entered the door.

"I can't help it, I have to be careful everywhere, otherwise ......" The man's voice gradually became quieter, and he pulled the platoon into the courtyard and closed the door.

Mu Chujin cautiously climbed onto the wall and secretly watched the situation in the courtyard.

The man sat on a blue and white stone bench in the courtyard, gulping tea, and gradually surrounded by five or six people, all of whom were short cloth shirts, with dark skin, the color of the wind and the sun, and the vermilion lacquer wooden plaque hanging on his waist, shaking and shaking with the wind. In the small courtyard of the farmhouse, the rough voices of the men were heard from time to time, accompanied by a burst of fighting.

Mu Chujin listened attentively and found that they were talking about things in the army. They are wearing the clothes of ordinary people, but why are they inseparable from the army in words and deeds?

Mu Chujin frowned, his expression was foggy, and he stared at the wooden sign fluttering in the wind in a daze. Suddenly, his pupils were stunned, his face was already pale, and the fingertips on the wall gradually turned white.

She immediately turned around and flew down the wall towards the direction of the Wind and Rain Building.

When the doorman saw Mu Chujin who was in a hurry, he looked stunned, as if he didn't react at once, and after a moment of stunnedness, the masked boy had come to him.

"Bring a fast horse over quickly?" Mu Chujin commanded with a slight breath, looking anxious.

"Uh...... Yes, boss. The doorman hastened to answer, turned and ran to the stable, and in a few moments led a good black and shiny horse.

Mu Chujin took the reins of the horse handed by the doorman, jumped, jumped on the horse's back, and with a whip sound, the horse raised its hooves and galloped forward.

The breeze in his ears floated, although it was early autumn, the weather was still a little hot, and after a while, Mu Chujin felt a layer of dense sweat on his body.