The forest is filled with rain and mist, towering trees are towering and can’t be seen, and puddles can be seen everywhere. Moonlight penetrates through the gaps between the branches and falls on puddles of varying depths, decorating them into white jade plates, shining brightly.

After about half an hour of leaving, Mu Xiaowu had already developed a few layers of hot sweat, soaking her clothes and pants. In addition, the mosquitoes in the forest seemed to avenge the mosquito she had stabbed to death, leaving several painful and itchy bags on her exposed skin. Her anger was almost on the verge of an outbreak.

There are so many flaws and weaknesses in human beings, why did Wu Na never tell her? After Mu Xiaowu cursed the old monk over and over again in his heart, he finally saw the small wooden house hidden under the branches and leaves.

Zhenla's houses are all "legged". There are many snakes, insects, rats and ants here, and there are hot flashes all year round. If a house is built on a flat ground, it will be integrated with nature. Therefore, four pillars must be supported under the house. The house where people live is mounted on the four pillars to prevent moisture and insects.

Such a house looks a bit shabby compared to the high-gate courtyards she had seen before. However, the wooden house in front of her is simply not enough to describe it as a "shrimp". It cannot even be called a house, but more like a dilapidated shed, because its four "walls" and "roof" are all made of thatch. A little wind can be blown off a few grasses. If the wind is a little stronger, the whole house can be overturned and blown away.

This is where Arn lives, a place that is not much better than a cafeteria.

But can such a place really live in people? Mu Xiaowu muttered in his heart, and then she heard a slight moan coming from the thatched hut, mixed with the whistling of leaves, like a mosquito.

Mu Xiaowu lowered his footsteps and ran to the front of the high-footed house. He turned his eyes closer to a gap in the wall. She saw a woman lying on a flat black cloth on the ground, half-squinted her eyes, and moaned intermittently as she breathed, as if inhaling and venting, it was an unspeakable pain for her.

The woman was so thin that she was covered with only a layer of skin that her bones protruded out, but her breasts were full, which looked a little weird compared to her bony figure.

Even so, it can be seen that she is a beauty. Mu Xiaowu thought of Arn's unconventional face and suddenly understood where his beauty was inherited.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, her eyelids raised slightly, and she looked towards Mu Xiaowu. Her eyes were obviously not shining, but she seemed to be able to see the hearts of a person at once. So Mu Xiaowu unconsciously dodged, moved his hands and feet aside, and waited quietly for a while, until she was sure that the woman had not discovered her, and then slowly walked around the back of the house.

This must be Arn's mother. They are sick and dependent on each other in this forest hut. No, or they have to live here. Judging from An Shi's attitude towards this mother and son, they are people who are free from the edge of the crowd, and are excluded and isolated.

Why is this happening? Mu Xiaowu has some answer in his heart: Monsters are terrible. So, will the people who can easily get rid of monsters not be afraid of others? So that day in the Old Summer Palace, she had to hide her identity so that she would not cause trouble for herself and Gong Mingzhu.

But Arn is far from the age of knowing how to hide his edge, and his mother looks so irresistible, so it is reasonable for him to be rejected.

Just as she was thinking about it, a cry suddenly sounded in the rain forest ahead, weak and powerless, but Mu Xiaowu suddenly recognized it. She half-squinted her eyes, snorted coldly, then turned over and jumped to the ground, and then ran towards the source of the sound under the cover of ancient trees in the sky.

After running twenty or thirty steps, she slowed down, leaned down and sneaked into a banyan tree, and carefully poked half of her face forward.

The moonlight illuminated the shadow hanging upside down on the tree more than ten feet away: the peacock's neck was hung on the lowest branch, and his head and tail feathers hung to both sides. It had long lost its majestic appearance, not much better than a duck to be slaughtered. Even the gorgeous feathers were dim and hung on the ground in a mess, like a worn-out broom.

However, Mu Xiaowu's attention was not on it. She had seen many monsters, but it was difficult for her to meet a person who could kill demons and subdue demons like her. What's more, she was a child who had not grown up.

Now, the little boy, who was as beautiful as a flower, was standing under the tree, holding a dagger in his hand, aimed at the peacock's lower abdomen, and stabbed it straight in without any hesitation.

The peacock's body shook for a moment, and the blood spurted out on the weeds at Mu Xiaowu's feet. When the moonlight shone, it was as bright as a gem.

Arn looked at the wound that was still bleeding, blinked his eyes and reached out his other hand. After fumbled inside for a while, the corner of his mouth slightly stretched and his hand suddenly pulled out.

Blood gushed out and his head was covered with his face. It turned out that even the dusty face would become terrifying after being decorated with blood. Mu Xiaowu stared at the front with intent eyes, and she saw something round as a chicken egg on Arn's spreading palm.

"Peacock gall..." Her heart was moved: Why didn't he kill the peacock simply and neatly, but torture it with all means? The peacock is not dead yet, but he can no longer scream. Its dark eyes are disheveled, like two lifeless stones, staring at the tree where Mu Xiaowu was hiding.

Mu Xiaowu walked out from behind the tree and broke a branch, and finally attracted Arn's attention. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were terrifying, but the hand holding the peacock's gallbladder shrank back.

"This beast is so sinful, it really deserves to be killed," Mu Xiaowu looked at Arne's bloody face and pursed the corner of his lips with a smile, "But it's not worth it to taint his heart for a monster."

"A legend, the Mauryan King was born with nine courages," Arne's fear suddenly faded away, his lips relaxed, his eyes settled on Mu Xiaowu's face. He now became the spotless little boy, his eyebrows and eyes stretched out like two trickles, "I've tried it just now, it's true, so... very good..."

Mu Xiaowu touched his back groove, "I want to hear what a good way to get the peacock gall to live?"
Chapter completed!