Hou Monkey glanced at Liu Shicheng, who was asking the coachman to prepare hot soup for him, his eyes sank, and he asked Mu Yirong in a low voice, "Boss, why do I think this Liu Shangshu is deliberately delaying time." You say he can't have anything to do with the murderer in this case, right?"

Mu Yirong turned his head to look at Liu Shicheng, who was directing the coachman to move a few children down from the carriage, looking like he was going out for an outing, and he didn't see any worry at all.

Since Hu Wanguan, the owner of Chuansheng Bookstore, told Mu Yirong that Liu Qingshan, the eldest young master of Liufu, met with Chunxiang before he died, Mu Yirong has been haunted by this matter.

Although, last night, Liu Qingyan told Mu Yirong all the things between her eldest brother and Chunxiang, but Mu Yirong just couldn't fully believe and let go.

It's just that Shangshu of the Criminal Department can't just climb his fingers without evidence, Mu Yirong asked Hou Hu and Hou Monkey not to talk nonsense, Liu Shangshu was just unwell, not intentionally delaying.

Everyone looked at Liu Shicheng, who was biting on dry food, drinking soup, and eating like Seocho, but they didn't see anything uncomfortable about his body at all.

Mu Jingzhong said that it was still early, so he could continue to walk a little longer by the moonlight, and then rest.

Originally, Mu Jingzhong thought that Liu Shangshu would find another reason for a headache and a sore buttocks. But he never expected that Liu Shicheng would agree.

So the team straightened up, and by the moonlight, continued on the road.

The silence of the night is always noticeable about the many things that are missed during the day.

Like a breeze caressing the cheeks, with a fresh and elegant fragrance of moon flowers; For example, the occasional birdsong in the forest by the roadside, each of which has different ups and downs, some chirp, some coo, and some are very strange, sounding like the neighing of horses and frogs, but not like birds.

The moonlight sprinkled softly on the road was like broken silver scattered all over the ground, the horse's hooves stepped on the mottled road, making the sound of "stepping, stepping, stepping", and the people sitting on horseback and shaking back and forth, listening to this monotonous lullaby, began to fight with their eyelids.

Mu Yirong rode on top of the dragon horse, fully alert, his eyes shining like lightning.

It's just that the dragon horse under his crotch always wants to get closer to the little peach blossom horse, and the little peach blossom horse doesn't want to pay attention to the dragon horse at all, does not squint, and keeps walking with graceful steps, slowly moving forward, and Seocho, who is sitting on its back, has already fallen asleep on the horse's back.

Mu Yirong really admired Seocho, admired that she could fall asleep like this, and she was very stable and did not fall off the horse.

How did he know that Seocho was so tired because of the excessive energy consumption in his body, and the anesthesia of Liu Qingyan had not completely faded.

When Mu Yirong was staring at Seocho, Seocho suddenly woke up as if he had a nightmare, sat up straight, his eyes narrowed slightly, and stared ahead with a serious expression.

The road ahead, for some reason, was filled with a hazy fog.

The strange fog completely covered the road, and there was no end in sight. And it also rushed out of the cold air from the inside, which looked a little eerie.

The two brothers, Hou Hu and Hou Hou, who were leading the way side by side, grabbed the reins of their horses and stopped marching.

Mu Yirong drove his horse forward, and Seocho also rode a little peach horse to the front, staring at the rich and strange mist like a veil.

A cold wind blew, and everyone couldn't help but shiver, Hou Hu looked at Mu Yirong who stepped forward.

"Boss, why is it foggy all of a sudden?"

The mist covered the entire road and both sides, like a gauze blanket, like silk, layered on top of each other, and there was a strange atmosphere.

Mu Yirong looked at Seocho with a solemn expression, "What did you find?"

"It feels bad!"

Hearing Ruicao's words, Mu Yirong, Hou Hu, and Hou Hou's hearts sank.

The strange fog in front of her made Seocho feel very bad, she still remembered that in the past, when she was on Mount Tai, she had not yet cultivated her human form, and was still a fat northern long-tailed little, she had the ideal of becoming the overlord of the sky.

She had nothing to do, so she explored around Mount Tai to cultivate her body in the future, and after becoming a demon, she was looking for a mountain that she liked.

So, she flapped her little wings and wandered around, and then she found a cliff that she had never been to before.

The broken wall was so smooth that the ground could be seen below, and it was rare to be curious, and it slid down the slide like a slide, almost polishing the hair on her ass.

Seocho, who had fallen to the ground, was surprised to find that there was a very strange cave under the smooth broken wall.

This cave is different from other dark caves, and the fog in front of the cave seems to be drifting clouds.

At the entrance of the cave, there is only the shadow of the tree, and there is no vine to be entangled; There are a few phosphorus and phosphorus strange stones on the ground, covered by clusters of moss like aquatic plants, and there are several deep and shallow puddles of stagnant water, but there is no sound of frogs at all, which is surprisingly quiet.

Seocho often listened to the lark mother-in-law tell them stories about the mountain spirit fog monsters, and she thought that there must be some interesting mountain spirit fog monsters living here.

Bold enough to fit into the sky, she stared at a pair of big curious eyes, like a little mouse, and slipped into the hole.

The cave was unusually wet, foggy, and the ground was potholed, but luckily it could fly without soiling its little paws.

Seocho flapped her little wings and flew deep into the cave, and I don't know how long it flew, and when she felt that her feathers were about to be soaked in the mist, she finally flew into the deepest part of the cave, and then she was shocked by the sight in front of her.

Wisps of mist like smoke, fluttering in the depths of the cave, on the wet ground, sat and lay a stunning woman, dressed in a blue thin light veil like cicada wings, her skin was white than snow, and her pointed chin had a small and delicate nose, with a pair of blue Danfeng eyes, revealing resentment and sadness, sadness and sorrow, people couldn't help but want to reach out, caress her cheek, and asked her, "The person you are waiting for, but me?"

It's just that the stunningly beautiful woman's white ankles like lotus roots are tied to two chains as thick as wrists.

There are not a few beautiful fairies that Seocho has seen, but this stunning woman in front of her is so beautiful that she seems to have taken away all the elves' strengths.

Especially those blue eyes, the color will change as time passes, sometimes clear and transparent, sometimes deep and long, like the sea.

Beautiful things can always attract people's eyes, give people a good impression, and make people inexplicably like to be fascinated.

As if she was confused by the woman in front of her, Seocho couldn't help but step forward and gently called, "Sister, what's your name?"

The stunning woman raised her head slightly, and at that moment, her eyes shot out two rays of light like thunder and lightning, startling Seocho to flip in the air and almost fall to the ground.