The old woman seemed to be shocked by this sentence, her eyes were deep, and something inside slowly sank, condensed into two thick black that could not be melted.

"No one...no one..." She said something that Zhao Zimai couldn't understand, "Take me..."

"What?"

"Ungraceful..." Her lips stammered, and her voice suddenly amplified, "Nail...Nail..."

Before she finished speaking, her body suddenly shrank, and then her back was arched, as if something was punching her in the stomach. She covered her lower abdomen and barely raised her head. At the moment when her eyes were in contact, Zhao Zimai was stunned and blurted out two words, "Xiaowu."

It was Mu Xiaowu's eyes, he would never misread it. Who else could there be except Mu Xiaowu?

"It deliberately lures you in so that it can kill you in one net. What a fool." Mu Xiaowu smiled playfully, raised his eyebrows, and blinked at Zhao Zimai. But in a flash, her black and white eyes were covered with a layer of pink gauze, and her voice completely changed, "Greedy is the result of your own fault."

This time it was Sang's voice. Zhao Zimai saw its body trembling, his fists clenched, and his two bright red lips were shaking slightly because of the force.

A bunch of water vapor steamed out from above the mulberry head, and its eyebrows and hair were covered with fine water droplets, making it look like it had just crawled out of the water. But if you listen carefully, you can hear the wailing sounds in the water vapor, which were very small, but shrill, so shrill that his hair stood up all over his body.

"Help...help...help...help..."

"I have tried my best to save your lives... Now, no one is willing to save me..."

Bangbangbangbangbangbang...

He heard the sound of hammering and nails. The sound became louder now, and each stroke seemed to hit his head, as if he was about to smash his celestial cover open.

"It hurts so much." Zhao Zimai hugged his head with both hands. The next moment, the back of his hand was pressed by a warm palm, and a heat flow continued to flow into his head along the hand, completely dispelling the bone-broken cold air inside.

"I can't help but be weak, I'm so big." Sang looked at him and smiled jokingly. The hand that covered the back of his hand had not left yet, and was still softly pressed on it.

Zhao Zimai was a little dazed for a moment. He couldn't tell who the expression on his face belonged to, whether it was Sang or Mu Xiaowu? Why are they so similar? It seems that they should be the same person.

"Why are you looking at me? I thought that girl was back? Don't worry, she didn't come out so easily. I was already merciful when I asked her to let the wind go." Sang withdrew his hand, turned his eyes around Zhao Zimai's face, shrugged and smiled, and walked backwards.

Zhao Zimai walked around Baotian behind him and chased him to his side in a few steps. The temperature remained on the back of his hand. Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to twitch his heartstrings. But the warm words that had reached his mouth could not be said, so he could only ask on a routine basis, "Where is that old woman?"

"As you can see, it's steamed into water vapor." After the brief explanation, Sang slanted Zhao Zimai, his eyes filled with confusion, "It's amazing. There is only one painting, why did there be more than a dozen more paintings later? If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might have thought of her."

"For some reason, the child seems to be able to bring her back to life," Zhao Zimai murmured, suddenly trembled all over and turned to look at the people who were still hiding in the shops and alleys, "No, Jiangbin, where has Jiangbin gone?"

Behind him, everyone was there, including the monkey who had been scared to shut up, and the Jiang family father and son were missing.

***

Jiang Shan dragged Jiang Bin's hand and ran forward, looking back while running to see if anyone followed. Fortunately, the whole city seemed to have gathered at the city gate now, but no one noticed that their father and son were far away from the center of the bustling atmosphere, although the initiator of this "hustle and bustling atmosphere" was Jiang Bin.

Jiang Shan naturally knew this in his heart. Because he could see clearly, he took advantage of the unpreparedness of others and left without looking back.

The person who died was a eunuch in the palace. He guessed that Zhang Yaozhong and the others should have returned to the west like the young follower, and the murderer was the New Year painting drawn by Jiang Bin.

He killed the people in the palace and was also a eunuch who bought goods for the empress dowager. Such a serious crime was not something that the father and son could afford. So driven by anxiety, Jiang Shan simply did not do it all, and before he could even go home to get money, he hurriedly pulled his son away.

Jiang Shan didn't know where they could go, and his relatives were unreliable. When he was in a down-and-out position, they did not lend a helping hand. Now, they would not risk hiding criminals to give them a place for their father and son. But they couldn't get out of the city. If such a thing happened, the city gate must have been locked long ago, and people must have been sent to guard it. It was even more difficult to escape from there than climbing to the sky.

Thinking of this floor, his heart was a little darker than the sky gradually getting darker, so he told Jiangbin behind him, "There is an abandoned house in the suburbs of the city. I heard that it was an old house left by a prince who was demoted here before. The prince had no children in his life, so after his death, the house was vacant and became an abandoned house. I often hear people say that the house is haunted, so no one dares to go there normally, so we can just go there to avoid it."

After saying that, seeing that Jiang Bin had not responded for a long time, he turned his head and said, "What's wrong with you? When has it been now? Why can't you make a fool of yourself?"

Jiang Bin's pale face turned whiter against the night setting. He bit his lips and almost bit his mouth to bleeding. After a while, he slowly let go, "Dad, there are really ghosts in this world? The thing I drew is not a ghost, what is it?"

"That was not what you painted, don't talk nonsense," Jiang Shan interrupted him sternly, but his voice was a little trembling, "That thing is attached to your painting. What does it have to do with you?"

"But I can't stop. My hand, no, it's not my hand holding the pen, it's her, it's her drawing herself, it's her..." Jiang Bin shivered, not because of the bitter north wind, but because he suddenly remembered that dream. In the dream, the wooden nail penetrated straight through the old woman's eyebrows and nailed her to death.

"Those paintings have been destroyed, have you seen them, right? Let's avoid this for a while, and no one will remember this matter in a short time..." Jiang Shan suddenly stopped talking. A house appeared in his sight, surrounded by water, leaving only a slender nine-curve bridge connecting to the outside, and it looked like it was floating on the water surface.
Chapter completed!