Mu Yirong, who was puzzled why the blue-faced ghost didn't kill him, quickly ignored this doubt in his heart, he didn't have any extra thoughts to think about these issues now, he had to find Seocho as soon as possible.

Mu Yirong, who was anxious in his heart and couldn't help but be a little flustered in his steps, took a big turn in the surrounding woods, but he didn't find Seocho.

and those miserable white faces, as well as the elusive blue-faced ghost, have not reappeared.

I remembered that the tavern keeper said that someone once got lost on the mountain, and it took a few days to get out of Qingshen Mountain.

I don't know if I'm lost in the mountains now, or if there's something wrong with Seocho?

Mu Yirong, who was in an increasingly anxious mood, his eyes became cold, and suddenly, in the direction of oblique behind him, there was a sound of trampling on a tree branch and breaking it, and he immediately turned around sharply and stabbed out with a sword.

The tip of the sword stayed near the tip of Changshou's nose, and the short knife held in Changshou's hand fell to the ground with a "dang" sound, smashing on the top of his feet, and he suddenly jumped in pain.

"Why are you here?"

Mu Yirong, who frowned, still pointed at longevity with the sword in his hand.

Just now, he had seen Changshou descend the mountain with his own eyes, and he had just clearly felt that there was a murderous aura behind him.

Changshou, who took off his boots, pulled off his socks, checked his smashed feet, saw a large bruise on the surface of his feet, and hurriedly rubbed them with his hands, so painful that he grinned and tears were about to flow down.

"The little one is not worried about the two adults. If the little one goes back by himself, and the two adults have an accident, the county magistrate will definitely pick off the small skin. ”

Complaining about the longevity of the bitter days, seeing that Mu Yirong was still vigilant with his eyes pointing at him with a sword, he hurriedly said that he was really the longevity of the official of Qiupu County, not the ghost of the mountain spirit.

"I saw that blue-faced and fanged goblin just now. ”

Hearing that Mu Yirong bumped into the mountain god of Qingshen Mountain, Changshou hurriedly put on his socks and asked Mu Yirong if he was injured?

Mu Yirong, who took back the sword, still stared at Changshou and asked him if he had seen Ruicao, the pavilion chief of Dali Temple?

Shoushou who shook his head said that he didn't see it, and then the Dao Mountain God appeared, it must be because they broke into the mountain and disturbed the Mountain God. It's not too late to go down the mountain, if you wait until you anger the mountain god of Qingshen Mountain, and then want to go down the mountain, it's too late!

"If I didn't find her, I wouldn't have gone down. ”

"That her. Is that the female pavilion chief, or the blue-faced ghost?"

received Mu Yirong's white-eyed longevity, and he had no eyesight to see the advice that Mu Yirong had no grass at the end of the world, and that the big husband had no wife, and there was no need to put his own life into it because of a woman.

Mu Yirong, who had a gloomy face, grabbed Changshou's collar: "If you want to go down the mountain, you go down one by one, and if you talk about this useless nonsense, I will throw you down the mountain directly." ”

Changshou was frightened by Mu Yirong's eyes, hurriedly shut up, bent down to pick up the knife from the ground, and silently followed behind Mu Yirong.

Mu Yirong kept running towards the mountain like a fly without a head, and the sweat on his face kept dripping from his chin, but in the dark deep mountain and old forest, except for the tall trees, there was not even a ghost.

Shouhou, who had been following Mu Yirong and was panting very badly as if he had tuberculosis, finally couldn't help but speak again.

"Big ...... Slow down, sir. Listen to me, the female pavilion chief looks very smart, and maybe she will go down the mountain alone after she is separated from you. ”

Seocho will never go down the mountain alone, just like Mu Yirong will never leave Seocho to go down the mountain alone.

Mu Yirong, who didn't have the strength to talk nonsense with longevity, simply made a torch out of pine branches, and walked deeper into the denser and lightless mountains.

The dark jungle is like an evil god with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow a few brave and unlucky eggs.

Mu Yirong, who was nervous, had green tendons on his forehead, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his temples to his cheeks, and then was carried away by the cold wind.

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded behind him, and he hurriedly looked back.

Changshou, who sat on the ground with a buttocks, couldn't help but point to the southeast with trembling arms, and stumbled: "That...... Over there, there's ...... There are ghosts!"

Mu Yirong hurriedly looked in the direction of Changshou's finger, and saw that under a tree not far away, there was a big white face, which was slowly retracting behind the tree.

Mu Yirong, who didn't think much about it, immediately flew over and rushed over, but the big white face had completely shrunk back behind the tree.

However, Mu Yirong saw a back figure next to the tree, squatting on the ground, and couldn't help but remember the back of the mushroom monster that the tavern shopkeeper told him about when he was a child last night, and stopped.

Mu Yirong, who stretched out the torch in front of him, pointed to his back and asked, "Who are you?"

The blurred back of squatting behind the tree slowly turned around, and a pair of green eyes shone like two opals.

"Cousin Xiaocao'er, is that you?"

Seocho slowly stood up from the ground, holding the neck of a monster with a big white face in her hand, and the green of her eyes slowly faded.

Mu Yirong, who was just about to step forward, was pulled by longevity. With a nervous look on his face, he grabbed Mu Yirong with one hand, and put the short knife across his chest with the other, his eyes were full of horror, and his mouth couldn't stop trembling.

"Big ...... My lord, you didn't see that woman, her eyes are green. ”

In the past, Mu Yirong had seen Seocho's eyes as black as purple grapes, glowing with green light, but this was the first time he had seen Seocho's eyes completely turn all green, which was exactly the same as the light of a wild wolf in the dark.

"Big ...... My lord, this woman must not be a pavilion elder, she must be a ghost on this mountain, otherwise, how could her eyes be green?"

Seeing that Mu Yirong didn't answer his words, he kept staring ahead as if he was confused, Changshou was a little anxious, and pulled Mu Yirong back.

At this moment, Ruicao, who was standing not far away, suddenly moved, suddenly lost the big white face in his hand, and rushed towards Mu Yirong and the others like a cheetah, the dagger in his hand turned in the air, changed direction, and the tip of the knife was facing forward.

Seeing that the sharp tip of the dagger had reached Mu Yirong's face, he was still indifferent, and Changshou was already so frightened that he shrank behind Mu Yirong.

With a "dang" sound, a string of sparks splashed into the air, and in a bright spark, a blue-blue terrifying face was reflected in Seocho's pitch-black pupils.

Changshou, who sat on the ground with a butt, put the hand covering his neck in front of his eyes, and after seeing the blood on his palm, he raised his eyes and looked at the blue-faced ghost who had just attacked him, rolled his eyes, and fainted again.

Mu Yirong hurriedly squatted down to check Changshou's injury, and saw that his neck was only scratched a little skin, so he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Seocho standing beside him, and said with concern: "Are you okay?"

Holding the dagger again, he pulled away the stance, and stared at the blue-faced ghost in front of him.

The green-faced ghost with a crooked neck hung a pair of sharp claws hanging at his sides, dripping with beads of blood.

"What is it?"

Seocho shook her head and didn't answer Mu Yirong's question, because she didn't feel the demonic aura on the other party, and she didn't know what kind of monster it was.

"It just struck me. ”

Hearing that the blue-faced ghost had attacked Mu Yirong just now, Seocho hurriedly turned his head and asked, "Are you injured?"

Mu Yirong shook his head, the strength of the Dao Qing-faced ghost was very amazing, and he almost broke his sword just now.

Seocho also felt a very strong sense of oppression on the body of the blue-faced ghost, and was about to speak, when the figure of the green-faced ghost on the opposite side suddenly moved, and then Seocho saw that the pair of sharp claws dripping with blood had arrived in front of her, and hurriedly greeted her with a dagger.

With a "bang", Seocho was knocked backwards and took a few steps backwards, and Mu Yirong, who was standing beside her, hurriedly raised his sword and slashed at the blue-faced ghost.

The blue-faced ghost raised another claw, and with one claw slashed at the sharp saber that Mu Yirong slashed over, only to hear the sound of "dang", Mu Yirong's palm was numb, and the saber in his hand fell off his hand and fell to the ground. Mu Yirong, whose tiger's mouth was cracked, was also shocked and took a few steps back.

The blow of this blue-faced ghost seemed to have the power of a hundred stones, and Mu Yirong's entire arm was so numb that he couldn't lift it, and it took a while to ease up.

Mu Yirong and Seocho had nothing to say about the tacit understanding of the battle, and immediately launched a left and right attack on the blue-faced ghosts, and the longevity that had awakened, like a cabbage insect, stuck to the ground and slowly climbed the big tree in front of him.

When he climbed in front of the big tree, he immediately jumped up from the ground like a spring, quickly flashed behind the big tree, and shrank behind the tree to probe his brain to watch the battle, and he didn't dare to come out.

The blue-faced ghost doesn't know what kind of ghost it is, but it has amazing strength, and its body is weird, and its movement speed is also very fast.

In particular, a pair of sharp claws, as fast as lightning and extremely sharp, left countless scratches on the surrounding trees.

Seeing these scratches, Seocho suddenly remembered something, and the daggers in both hands no longer attacked the vital points on the green-faced ghost's body, but "clanged" and kept colliding with the pair of sharp claws.

After a piercing crash, the blue-faced ghost's sharp claws were shot down, sending down countless turtleshell-like fragments, revealing a pair of black "iron claws" inside.

Seeing Mu Yirong, who was black-clawed, he squinted his eyes suddenly, and his left hand immediately grabbed the face of the blue-faced ghost: "Who are you?"

The blue-faced ghost's sharp claws, which looked like the claws of a beast, were camouflaged with iron claws, and something like an air-dried animal skin was glued to them, making it look like the claws of a beast.

Since the claws are fake, then the terrifying face with blue fangs should also be a mask.

The night is dark, even if it is close at hand, it is not very real, and there has always been a legend about the green-faced ghost in Qiupu County, so Mu Yirong and Seocho were not able to find the abnormality of the green-faced ghost in front of them at first.

The debunked blue-faced ghost no longer attacked with all his strength, and with a false move, he flashed, blended into the dark depths, and disappeared.

Mu Yirong and Seocho immediately chased forward, and Changshou hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, saying that the green-faced ghost fled to the denser mountain, and he would definitely not be able to find his trace, so he should go down the mountain first and wait for dawn.

Mu Yirong, whose eyes were glowing with a faint cold light, took a deep look at Changshou, didn't say anything, and ran towards the mountain.

Seocho didn't say a word, and followed closely behind Mu Yirong, Changshou saw it, sighed with a complicated expression, and followed.

In the deep mountains and old forests in the dead of night, the sound of Xiao Xiao's wind kept passing through his ears, and when a strange cry sounded in the forest in the distance, Seocho suddenly grabbed Mu Yirong.

Mu Yirong, who stopped, immediately looked around vigilantly, and Seocho stretched out his hand to signal Mu Yirong to look at his left hand side.

It was dark everywhere, and it was dark and dark, Mu Yirong didn't notice anything unusual, so Seocho took his hand and moved towards the woods on the left.