This made Lin Wu stunned.

One second she was in the cave, and the next, she was in a clearing, surrounded by houses and buildings, looking like a small village.

In the distance, surrounded by mountains on three sides, the snow is covered with sky, and it is somewhere in the snowy region.

And where she was should be at the entrance of the village, dozens of people in traditional Tibetan costumes in front of her turned their backs to her, shouting something angrily, and the noise was inaudible.

No one noticed her.

Lin Wu's body reacted faster than his brain, and he immediately got up and left lightly, so as not to be found facing him head-on.

She didn't know the situation, and that was bad for her.

Lin Wu arrived outside a house and saw that there were women's Tibetan robes drying in the courtyard, and she hesitantly looked down at the completely different civilian cotton clothes on her body.

In the end, Lin Wu turned into it and quietly took the Tibetan robe and put it on.

At least not too eye-catching.

Then, Lin Wu turned back to the place just now, walked to the edge of the crowd and looked ahead.

There was a small altar in front of it, and three strange costumes, probably what the priests were muttering. Their faces were painted with black, black, red, and red paint, and Lin Wu couldn't see their expressions clearly, so he couldn't judge their carelessness.

Behind them was a large rectangular stone, on which was tied a naked man with long black hair spread on one side.

It looks like a young man.

Motionless.

I don't know if it's dead or alive.

When the priest had finished speaking, he suddenly drew a short knife and turned and walked to the stone bed.

The villagers under the altar became even more agitated and silent, and they all looked up expectantly, their eyes eager to eat.

Lin Wu was confused.

In the woods, Lin Wu's eyes tightened slightly.

The three actually used knives to cut off a few pieces of meat from the man's body and ate them raw!

One of them even slashed hard at the man's wrist, took out a bowl out of nowhere, caught the surging blood, and drank it all.

Then they waved their arms excitedly at the villagers, as if to indicate that they could do it.

The villagers were agitated again, and rushed forward in a swarm, lining up at the foot of the steps, waiting for the three men to cut off the meat for them to eat.

They each brought a bowl and drank the man's blood!

Witnessing the three villagers behaving in unison, Lin Wu almost threw up.

Is this a cannibal village??

How did she get here?!

Did that ginkgo tree actually have a space-traveling spell that teleported her here?

Lin Wu wanted to leave, but a woman nearby grabbed her.

Lin Wu reflexively covered her face with her sleeves, pretending to yawn, lest the other party recognize her.

She wasn't sure if the village was xenophobic, and if so, if it would be excessive.

It may be that the hidden robe on her body plays a role, the woman did not suspect it, she only muttered a word, and then pointed to the altar, to the effect that she might have asked Lin Wu where she was going if she didn't follow.

Lin Wu only shook her head and joined the queue with her face lowered, and the woman turned her head and stared at the altar with burning eyes.

Lin Wu couldn't do the same as them, so he wanted to find a chance to go, and then think about what to do when he got to a safe place.

However, at this time, the man on the stage actually moved!

It's still alive!

Lin Wu looked at it in surprise.

The man didn't seem to want to look at the people around him, and turned his head to look into the distance where there was no one in the audience, and his exposed face was also painted with strange paint, almost covering most of his face.

Only a pair of black eyes as numb and emotionless as stagnant water are clear, the eyes are narrow and long, the lines are beautiful and cold and sharp, and the eye color is too dull.

The moment he saw it, Lin Wu's face changed slightly.

Those eyes are very similar to her master Mochuan!!

Mo Chuan also wore a mask to cover most of his face, revealing a face that was exactly the same as the man!

No, he should be in the Thirteen Mountains at the moment...... But I don't know what it is

Not the Thirteen Ridges!

Seeing that there was hardly a good place for the man's naked upper body, and the blood was losing more and more, Lin Wu couldn't help it and shouted violently.

"Stop!"

The crowd was silent, and they all brushed back.

The people on the altar also stopped, looking at Lin Wu indifferently.

They hadn't recognized Lin Wu as their kindred.

The man's gaze on the stone platform also fell on Lin Wu, which seemed to fluctuate a little, and soon became lifeless, and he faced everything around him indifferently without feeling pain.

Lin Wu rushed to the stage, snatched the short knife of one of the sacrifices, and forcefully cut the rope that tied the man's right hand, and then went to cut the left.

The villagers and priests finally reacted and angrily came to stop Lin Wu.

Lin Wu had to stop first and fight with them.

It was surprising that the sacrifices were all magical, and the villagers were also very skilled, strong and vigorous.

But Lin Wu is not weak, even if she has not recovered now, she is much more powerful than ordinary people.

In this way, Lin Wu still spent a while on it, and it took nearly twenty minutes to deal with them, leaving them incapacitated and lying on the ground unable to get up.

Lin Wu himself was also injured a little, but it did not affect his actions.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and quickly went on stage, cutting the rope that bound the man.

As soon as she turned around, she met the man's gaze at her.

It's the kind of cold and oppressive gaze that is also extremely aggressive.

「…… Master?" Lin Wu called tentatively.

The man did not react.

Lin Wu shouted, "Mochuan?"

This made the man's expression move slightly, and he seemed to be stunned.

If there is a reaction, it means that he is Mochuan!

At this time, he didn't know her, and it was normal for him to react otherwise.

Lin Wu saw that his upper body was already bloody, his eyelids jumped fiercely, and he took off his Tibetan robe and handed it over.

The man glanced at her lightly, looked at her again, and did not move.

Lin Wu simply put it on himself and pulled him up, "Master, let's go, I'll find a place to bandage you."

I don't know if the man was a little unconscious, and he didn't resist her actions, but he was really pulled up by her, and most of his body was leaning on her, causing her to stumble.

Lin Wu quickly stabilized, seeing that he couldn't stand, guessing that those people should have drugged him.

She simply squatted forward and wanted to carry him directly.

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse male voice sounded.

"I'm not going to be able to walk at all."

It's not an unknown language like the villagers.

Lin Wu turned around.

The man's tone was inaudible: "Just hold me." Go down the hillside to the southeast, where I live."

As he spoke, he also looked straight at Lin Wu, and his eyes did not hide his exploration and confusion.

Finally got a little bit of life, not as dead and silent as Fang Cai.

Lin Wu carefully helped him down, and said, "Master, bear with me, I'll find a way to bandage your wound later, and now I don't have any medicine. But how did you end up living around here? You weren't kidnapped? Could it be that this is really the Thirteen Mountains??"

Her chatter was interrupted by the man.

"What is Master? Me?"

Lin Wu was stunned, thinking that Mo Chuan and her still didn't know each other, so he said, "It's just a pleasant name. Don't worry."

She called him by his first name, "Mochuan."

The man's eyes moved, as if he was a little strange, "What did you say?"

"Mokawa."

"You ......"

The man fell silent.

"But the first time I saw you, why did you ......?"

"Huh??"

Lin Wu was puzzled by his bull's head and not the horse's mouth.

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