Zhao Zimai stood beside the tree, looking at the human skin that was swirled by the wind. He was taller than ordinary people, so he could see the old man's eyes straight.

Of course his eyes were closed, but Zhao Zimai could feel the feeling of fear and despair in the moment before he died. He even saw the last scene of the old man's experience in the world: the night was dark, covering the appearance of the thing on the top of the tree. The old man didn't want to go there, but the tree was shaken so hard and the apples fell all over the ground. He was afraid that he would be blamed by his boss if he didn't go over to stop him. He could not lose this job, so he could only walk towards the tree. Is the top of the tree a bird? He was not sure, because he had lived for decades and had never seen such a big bird.

"clank......"

The thing made a long sound like a bamboo whistle, and the sound was extremely penetrating, like a needle, piercing straight into the acupuncture points on both sides of Zhao Zimai's forehead. He felt dizzy, subconsciously shook his head, and tried his best to open his eyes, as if this could see the scene in his mind clearly.

Snowflakes began to float in the sky again, just like any of his previous dreams. The snowflakes fell and fell in front of him, and he felt his vision begin to blur.

"clank......"

There was another bamboo whistle, and the old man under the tree picked up a stone and threw it at the black shadow above.

"Crash."

The thing was so scared that it flew up. The moment the wings suddenly opened, Zhao Zimai smelled a rotten breath. But then there was a "scarlet" sound, and the old man's braid was hooked by something. He rose upwards, and when he was several feet above the ground, he suddenly stopped and let out a terrified scream.

A pair of yellow eyes flashed through Zhao Zimai's mind. The ends of his eyes were raised very high, but his pupils were bright red, and the cold air was as cold as the snowflakes falling on him.

He felt his legs were so soft that he could no longer support his body... He fell straight backwards.

***

When he woke up, Zhao Zimai found himself lying in Baotian's arms, with a circle of heads around him. Cao Min's anxious face stood in the middle. Seeing him open his eyes, he hurriedly lowered his face down a little.

"Sir, you scared me. If you have a few shortcomings, how can you explain to the superiors?"

After saying that, seeing Zhao Zimai's face suddenly sinking, he hurriedly stopped, waved to the yamen runners around him, and said loudly, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and search around to see if there are any clues left."

Hearing what he said, several yamen runners dispersed tactfully. Zhao Zimai sat upright, took the water bag handed over by Baotian and drank a sip of water. Then he rushed to Cao Min, who was nervously looking at him and said, "Mr. Cao, I am in good health, I have trouble you."

"Mr. Zhao, you are a precious body. If you are sick, you must not drag it down. It is better to diagnose and treat it as soon as possible..." Cao Min came over with a caring look.

"Mr. Cao, our young master is really fine." Baotian interrupted him, and helped Zhao Zimai stand up and explained to Cao Min, "It's just a dizzy little problem. It's okay to do it on weekdays. Today, I should have arrived without eating early in the morning, so the old disease recurs."

Cao Min smiled and said, "That's good, that's good. I have ordered people to take off the human skin. The wind is strong recently, so don't be blown away by the wind." After that, he glanced at Zhao Zimai and quickly turned his gaze elsewhere.

Zhao Zimai stood firm and took a moment to clear his throat. He frowned and said softly, "Mr. Cao, have you ever thought about why Mu Yao appeared in this rarely visited orchard?"

Cao Min opened his mouth and thought for a while, then said, "There is indeed no reason, unless it just passes by occasionally, and rests here."

Baotian chuckled, "It's not a real bird, so where do you need to rest?"

Cao Min's face turned red slightly. He coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment and turned his head to look at Zhao Zimai, "What does Lord Zhao think? Can you give me some advice?"

Zhao Zimai shook his head slightly, "I can't understand why it came to the orchard, but there is one thing that Lord Cao must pay more attention."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at the forest behind him: the autumn wind was blowing through the mountains, and all the trees were swept to one side by the wind, revealing the black and brown rocks below.

"Mr. Cao, there must be a reason Mu Yao came here, but we don't know this reason yet. But one thing seems to be inferred," he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the lush forests reflected in his eyes. "This place must not be too far from its nest. These days, your people patrolled the city day and night, but they did not find any trace of it, so I felt that it might be hiding outside the city. Now that the wind is in a panic, how can it not know? So besides selling Fushou Paste, it will be very cautious in doing anything else, and will never miss its whereabouts easily."

"What do you mean by sir?" Cao Min was fascinated by the sound and couldn't help but walk forward a few more steps, almost pressing his sleeves on Zhao Zimai.

"Its nest will definitely not be too far from here." He snorted coldly and spit out a few words from his teeth.

***

When she woke up again, Ling'er felt that her back was not so severe. She put her hand on her spine and touched her carefully for a few times. After confirming that she had not injured her muscles and bones, she couldn't help but breathe a little relieved.

She held the box wall with her hands and tried to stand up, but Fang Qi fell into the box again. Her legs and feet were as weak as two rags. The pain and frightening had taken away the last bit of strength from her body. Not to mention pushing the lid of the box, she was now very difficult to stand up.

After realizing this, Ling'er sat in the box and spoke for a while. Finally, she sighed heavily and lay down on her back like she accepted her fate: "Forget it, once a person dies, since there is no room for slowing down, then just accept his fate."

Thinking of this, she felt a little better, but this kind of ease made by force cannot last too long, especially when she suddenly thought of the black shadow standing by the box.

Ling'er suddenly felt her scalp numb: Is it still here? Now, it may still stand against a wooden box, with only a box wall between it.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly put her ear on the wall of the box and held her breath and listened to the movements outside. She heard the whistling of the wind, as if passing by thousands of years, and also heard the singing of birds outside the tomb, like the messenger of time.

Fortunately, she no longer heard the whistle of bamboo.

Ling'er let out a breath, and her hanging heart fell back into her stomach. She looked at the blunt and lifeless black around her, but suddenly a letter with beautiful small characters burst out from her mind.
Chapter completed!