The group of people to whom the woman belonged had a face that was enough to be fake. From a distance, it looks like an ordinary person. It was only when they got closer that they saw some clues from the same height and the same body shape of everyone.

The leader of the Painted Skins is a white-faced man, a somewhat bookish man, but his eyes are full of murder, which is very different from the faceling's wooden appearance.

His first glance fell on Leng Xiao, and his second eye fell on the woman, and then he couldn't move away anymore. Somewhat angry, he stepped forward and slapped the woman in the chest. The woman was a little afraid, did not dare to dodge, and let it be.

I saw that the woman snorted, opened her mouth slightly, spit out a few wisps of gray gas from her mouth, and looked a little sluggish.

The leader of the Painted Skin People said coldly: "How many times have I told you, never eat them, and never absorb these gray gases!"

The woman cowered: "Yes...... I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm ...... I'm so hungry. ”

The leader of the Painted Skins roared: "Bear it when you are hungry! Even if you starve to death, you can't eat it! You always take my words as a deaf ear, and it will be too late to regret it in the future!"

He was angry without warning, and many people were startled, and so was Leng Xiao. But when you think about it, his anger is reasonable, and his emotions are on the verge of instability.

The woman suddenly knelt down and sobbed: "Daddy's lesson is that I don't dare anymore." ”

Sticky juice appeared in her eyes, and she hurriedly wiped it away, cowering.

The leader of the Painted Skin Man said coldly: "Forget it this time, don't squeeze out these disgusting things in the future." ”

He looked like a scholar, dressed like a scholar, but acted like a bandit. Leng Xiao lowered his eyes, and it had nothing to do with him what kind of person the leader of the Painted Skin People was.

"So, who are you?"

The conversation finally turned to Leng Xiao, and the leader of the painted skin people didn't ask the woman, but asked Leng Xiao directly. Leng Xiao said calmly: "An unlucky passer-by, make a deal with this girl." ”

"What a deal. The leader of the Painted Skins looked a little sharper.

"I rescued her, and you also helped me save someone. ”

The leader of the Painted Skins was silent for a long time, and then chuckled lowly. The laughter was harsh, like the cry of a night owl. He said calmly: "The person you want to save should be in Wucheng." There is no city in and out, only a narrow bridge. Guess how long it will take my 20,000 brothers to cross the bridge?"

"Once you enter the city, you are a turtle in an urn?"

This sentence was said by Leng Xiao.

The leader of the painted skin people glanced at Leng Xiao indifferently: "I can't even save my own daughter, do you still expect me to save your friend? ”

Leng Xiao turned around and left in silence, without saying a word, without indignation, without a trace of anger.

The woman suddenly grabbed the arm of the leader of the painted skin people, and said hurriedly: "Daddy, you can't let him go, he is a normal person, he is different from us!"

The leader of the Painted Skin Man was a little shocked: "Here, how can there be normal people?" He made a gesture, and the Painted Skin Man quickly chased after him and surrounded Leng Xiao, "Forgive me for breaking my promise, it seems that I can't let you go, passerby." ”

Leng Xiao turned his head and looked into the eyes of the leader of the painted skins, and saw a complex light from them, including nostalgia, unwillingness, jealousy, and fierceness.

He didn't stop any longer, and rushed forward without waiting for the Paintskin Man to surround him. The Painted Skinmen are about the same strength as the Facelings, except that they are more agile and powerful than mortals. Compared to the Facelings, they lack sophisticated weapons.

Leng Xiao raised his sword and cut off a painter who was blocking the way, and rushed out directly. A large number of figures chased after him, and the speed was not faster than Leng Xiao, and if he continued like this, he would not be able to catch up with Leng Xiao in his life.

The leader of the Painted Skins finally roared angrily, but he still made the most correct choice and stopped the pursuit.

He didn't know how many mantis people there were in Wucheng, maybe only one, maybe many. It is indeed a difficult and sad thing for the Painted Skin People to survive under the hunt of the Facelings.

It doesn't matter if you don't get the help of the Skin-Painter, as long as you gather all the Yin and Yang Ghosts, you may not be able to fight the Facelings.

He gave an order to the king worm and went to the city alone. Maybe it's because the artist is bold, even the praying mantis can't stop him, let alone the faceling. As long as he is not surrounded by the inner and outer three layers, he can't die.

He was still thinking about what the leader of the Painted Skin People had revealed, and it seemed that absorbing too much gray qi would cause damage to his body, so he decided not to absorb gray qi for the time being, as long as he kept a trace to open the ring of acceptance.

Whether it is a Faceling or a Praying Mantis, their thinking skills seem to be very low, far inferior to those of Painted Skin. Therefore, Wucheng can maintain an order until now, and there must be a person in power behind it.

And this person in power should not pay close attention to Wucheng, so that he has not been deployed any defense after being broken in and out a few times.

The woman in the cloak didn't even look at Leng Xiao for a moment, just as if he was a ball of air. The tea that the cloak woman drank was cloudy, but there were ripples, not something sticky. At least it's much better than the wine sold in the tavern.

Lumps of meat lay on the side of the teapot, and there was ash inside. The leader of the painted skin man is secretive, but the woman in the cloak is willing.

"What happens if you swallow ash gas?"

Leng Xiao asked casually, and didn't intend to get an answer from the cloak woman, but she didn't expect the cloak woman to answer, when she looked up, Leng Xiao saw that she also wore a face on her face, and the painting was very ordinary, at least much worse than the one made by the skin painter.

She leaned forward, almost into Leng Xiao's ear, and said eerily, "It's going to get stronger!"

When I crossed the bridge and entered the city, I saw no one blocking me, and there was not a single pedestrian coming and going. He recalled the direction pointed by the painted woman before, and investigated step by step.

Ordinary houses and courtyards can be eliminated without looking, and the granary should be a closed place that covers a large area, and perhaps two guards will be added.

I touched the border of the city, and I didn't see any granaries. Wucheng said that it was not small, and it was obviously not a wise thing to look for it with a black eye.

Leng Xiao broke into a nearby house, and there was only one person inside. Maybe it's an old man because she's rickety, maybe it's a woman, because her hair is long.

He asked, "Old man, dare to ask how to go to the granary?"

He took out two more spirit stones, meaning to pay for these. The old woman, with an expressionless face, slowly glanced at the window, as if judging the direction, and then stretched out her arm and pointed straight in a direction.

Leng Xiao nodded and left, the old woman reached out and held the spirit stone in her hand, smiling contentedly, the heavenly spirit cover suddenly cracked, and a bloody light spurted out from it, breaking through the roof and rushing to the sky.

Her rickety body fell down, and a red flower bloomed in the sky.

Leng Xiao glanced at it, frowned and sighed lightly, and his steps were a little faster. A faceless man came in front of him, and he cut it off with a sword, and then stored the faceling's gray qi into the jade bottle, not absorbing it.

"Granary. ”

He muttered, a hundred zhang away, there is a big house, the word "granary" is written on the plaque, the pen is strong, very chic, I don't know who is from the hand.

He doesn't care about that. At this time, the granary was unattended, and he immediately went to the door, which was locked three more times. The iron lock was so strong that he couldn't pull it open even after a few hard pulls. He then raised his sword and slashed down, and the iron lock stirred up a trace of lightning, not only did it not break off, but also injured Leng Xiao.

Of course, this injury is as harmless as being bitten by a mosquito.

Leng Xiao's gaze shifted, and his expression did not change. The iron lock was difficult to open, but the door was still made of wood, and when the sword went down, it was directly split in half.

The granary is not the same as the corpse cave, there are not so many corridors, only a large open space with various weapons stacked, and it seems that the granary is used by the Facelings as an armory.

On the three sides of the side, there are more than a dozen doors, there is no sign on the door, they are all an old look, I don't know how many years of use, the color of the door has been very mottled.

Leng Xiao walked in front of the first door, opened a crack, and there was some fishy smell coming from inside, fortunately, at least it was much friendlier than the rotting stench of the corpse cave.

There were some relatively docile beasts inside, and the largest were only two wild boars, which were tied up into zongzi and thrown in the corner, and could only hum a few times weakly, indicating that they were still alive.

Some hares and pheasants are free-moving, and most of them are active. If they were dying, they must have been thrown into the corpse hole.

A pair of eyes fell on Leng Xiao, and Leng Xiao suddenly had a long-lost feeling - hunger.

He quickly closed the door and opened a second door. The second door was full of beasts, jackals, tigers and leopards, and many cats and dogs that were not like cats, dogs and dogs, all of which were tightly chained, and there was nothing to do except for a pair of eyes staring at him.

In the third door, there are some wild horses and wild deer, there are many species, and some similar herbivores, the only thing in common is that they have a relatively docile personality and strong muscles, and they should taste good. So they are also treated very well, chewing the grass leisurely with their tails wagging and turning a blind eye to Leng Xiao, an uninvited guest.

Inside the fourth door are dozens of large animals, elephants, rhinoceros, hippos, and so on. Leng Xiao didn't expect that there would be these things in this world.

Fifth Door, Sixth Door...... Until the eleventh door, Leng Xiao saw a group of painted skin figures locked inside, many of whose faces had been damaged, either half of them were left, or they were gone. On the contrary, the fragile wooden box logo on their chest is well protected.

Count, maybe three or five hundred. They looked at Leng Xiao, both men and women, and their faces all showed a look of hope. Half of Leng Xiao's chest was still behind the door, and they couldn't see if Leng Xiao had the same wooden box. It's just that the person who "wears a painted skin" and opens the door at this moment will not be a faceling.

Leng Xiao paused for a few breaths, confirmed that there was no Qiu Yansheng among them, and closed the door casually, as if it had never been opened.