Mu Xiaowu rejected Yan Qingcheng's kindness to ask the maid to send them back because she was going to take this opportunity to scold Mu Cutezi to relieve her anger.

But Mu Cutezi sang and shouted all the way, which made her not even have the chance to blame him. However, she always suspected that he had already sobered up most of his wine and was now pretending to be crazy because the bottle of Qiu Lubai was tightly held by him, for fear that it would fall to the ground and break.

Mu Xiaowu had no choice but to pull him to the yard where they lived. Behind him, the noise of the guests gradually faded away. After passing through a gate and turning a corner, the sound almost disappeared completely. Now, she could only hear the "dongdong" footsteps of the two and the humming of Mu Cleezi leaving.

"The spring is warm, and the rich peach blossoms and willows are green and play. When he is not rich, he gets up at dawn and goes to farm. In the summer, the wealthy people enjoy the lotus pond and the long day. The suffering people frowned, carry a load and walk along the street, and push carts to walk..."

Swishy... Someone seemed to pass by the corridor next door, rubbing against the wall, making a very light sound.

"The autumn is refreshing, the powerful high-rise buildings drink and enjoy the bright moon, the weak bitterness is exhausted, the crops are harvested, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is mixed. The winter is cold, and the rich and noble people spend the red furnace and warm pavilion to sell gold tents, the poor people are in the shabby alley, and they lack food and food, and the bitterness is not the same. From December to December, there are eight festivals in four seasons, and the joys and sorrows are uneven..."

"Shh." Mu Xiaowu raised a finger at Mu Crook.

"What...what happened?" Mu Clepton knotted his tongue.

"Did you smell it?" She stood still, looking at the wall alertly, as if she wanted to penetrate it.

"I smelled it, the wine was fragrant, the wine was full of fragrance. It was good to have money. I lived so much for such a fragrant wine... the first time I drank it."

Mu Xiaowu glanced at him and shook his nose a few times: there was a stinking smell on the other side of the wall, just like what the two little girls said this morning, it was a rotten smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp. To put it more appropriately, it was a smell that only dead people had, people who had been dead for a long time.

Mu Xiaowu turned around and raised a finger at Mu Crook.

Mu Clee suddenly woke up from his wine. He leaned over and sniffed it hard for a few times, "Is there really that thing here? Why didn't I smell it?"

Mu Xiaowu snorted coldly, "You are full of wine, it's weird if you can smell it. Besides, the smell is very light now, it should be leaving." As she said, her face sternly, and she continued, "I heard what Mrs. Yan said today, I felt that there was something wrong with this house. I didn't expect that we would encounter it now. In my opinion, it's better for us to leave early, because the house is not clean, and something will happen sooner or later."

"Listen to you."

Mu Crooker said while urging her to leave, but he only walked out a few steps. Suddenly he heard a horrifying scream, which shocked the two of them to stop and turn their heads to look behind them.

The screams came from the corridor they had just turned over, not far from here. But after that, it disappeared, as if it had been sucked into the darkness.

It was dark all around, and everything seemed to be covered under a large black and empty lid, making people feel breathless.

"What happened...is something happened?" After a moment, Mu Clepton asked stammeringly.

"Yes." Mu Xiaowu responded in a vague way.

"Look...Let's take a look?" Mu Cutezi asked again.

"It's not good to go, it's just happening in front of you... There's no one here..."

Mu Xiaowu cursed "unlucky" inwardly, then turned around and ran forward. Although Mu Clee was not good at legs and feet, he limped and tried hard to keep up.

On the left side of the door was a small wing room, with a crack in the door, and there was no black or light inside. Mu Xiaowu calmed down, made a forward gesture to Mu Crook behind him, and kicked open the door.

The moment the door opened, Mu Crook threw a handful of copper coins that had already been in the palm of his hand into it. The copper coins drew a few colorful lights in the darkness, and then, accompanied by a crisp sound of "sweet bean curd", fell on the floor.

"Why is there no movement?" After listening for a while, Mu Crooker finally walked to Mu Xiaowu and asked her.

"Maybe he's gone?" Mu Xiaowu muttered, reached out and took out a piece of yellow paper the size of a palm from her arms. She rubbed her index finger and middle finger a few times, and the yellow paper "swishly" ignited a cluster of flames, illuminating the strange symbols written in cinnabar on it.

However, the fire only flashed for a moment and then disappeared. But before it was extinguished, Mu Xiaowu obviously felt something blowing at the flame.

It was not big, but smelled like the smell she smelled through the wall just now.

In fact, she should have smelled this smell long ago, but another smell in this room was stronger, temporarily covering up the stench that was emitted by this thing.

The smell of blood...

That's right, the moment she opened the door, a strong smell of blood came towards her, sweet and panicked. Moreover, at the moment when she was just inflamed, she also saw a large pool of black things deep in the room. If such blood came from a person, then this person should be dead.

Thinking of this layer, Mu Xiaowu suddenly felt a little cold. She waved her head gently at Mu Xiaozi, indicating that his thing had not left. Mu Xiaozi keenly captured the panic in her eyes, and instinctively moved back two steps. Just as she was about to ask her what to do with her lips, she suddenly saw a touch of red rubbing against Mu Xiaowu's waist.

It flashed for a moment and disappeared quickly, so that Mu Cleizi didn't see what it was clearly. He just felt that the red was heavy and thick, with a black head, so he could easily blend into the darkness.

At the same time, Mu Xiaowu suddenly covered his waist and turned around and shouted at Mu Crook, "Hurry up, embroider it."

Her voice showed a pressing pain, and it clearly revealed a message: she was already injured.

Mu Cuzi took out the wooden box he carried with him, and opened it and shouted: "Turn the needle and lead the thread, embroider the soul and save the soul, go."

The copper needle in the wooden box rose up and floated flat in the air. The white line from the tip of the needle to the tail was stretched straight, as if it had aimed at something unknown. After a moment, it suddenly flew out, flashing left and right in the wet and dark air, and trembling from time to time, like a keen hunting dog trying hard to search for the invisible prey.

"Is it hurt? Is it serious?" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Clever walked to Mu Xiaowu, "What is it? Can you hurt you so silently?"

Mu Xiaowu did not answer him, she still covered her waist, her eyes flashed with the copper needle.

"What's wrong." She exclaimed softly, her eyes widening.

Looking along her gaze, Mu Clezi saw that the copper needle stopped and hung in the air. Soon, the needle body suddenly sank down, dragging the white line that had lost its glory and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!