"Oh, wear it, feel at ease." Mu Xiaowu smiled faintly and answered his question briefly.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk much, Zhao Zimai tactfully did not ask any more, but at this moment, Mu Clei suddenly said "huh" and sat up from the grass.

Because of his poor legs and feet, he had always been sitting in the grass. However, after so long, his posture had changed from sitting to lying on his side, and then to lying on his back. But now, he suddenly got up, stretched his neck and looked to the front of his left for a while, and then he was lying and saying something.

"Xiaowu, this place... have we been here?"

Mu Xiaowu was fiddling with the rosary on his wrist. When he heard Mu Crooker's words, he raised his head, looked at the forest ahead, and muttered, "Have you been here, why don't I remember?"

Mu Crook pointed forward, "Look at the shape of the mountain on the left, it is undulating, the peaks are a little sharper, and the peaks behind are rounder, like a camel on the ground."

Mu Xiaowu's eyes lit up and he slapped his head, "That's right, we saw this mountain when we were resting in the forest the night we came to Lucheng. At that time, it was facing both of us. But today, we came out of the West City Gate, so it was on the left." She looked at Mu Clee with praise, "Okay, when did you become so smart?"

If he was praised on weekdays, Mu Cruel should have been raised, but today he was abnormal. Not only did he not respond, he frowned two gray eyebrows and looked a little frightened. After slamming his mouth for a long time, he finally said in a stuttering, "Xiaowu, walk a little further into the forest and you will reach that tomb."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaowu's heart skipped a beat, and Zhao Zimai also turned his head and turned his eyes to Mu Cuzi.

“Senior Mu means…”

He was intercepted by a scream in half.

"Sir, there seems to be something in front of you." The voice of a yamen runner came, his voice trembling, mixed with indescribable fear.

Several people turned their heads at the same time: there was indeed something moving in the hazy night, but it was difficult to see it clearly through the layers of trees. However, several people felt the airflow it brought, mixed in the wet and chaotic air, like several huge wings flapping at the same time.

"No... it's not... Mu Yao, right?"

Mu Cutezi began to stutter again. While speaking, he hid behind the half-human-high artemisia.

Zhao Zimai had already held the sword in his hand, and lowered his body to walk towards the forest step by step with the yamen runners. Mu Xiaowu followed them, and the bronze needle was sandwiched between her fingers. She looked in the direction of the fishy wind, wrinkled her nose a few times, and whispered to the person in front, "The smell of blood is very strong, don't rush to take action, let the bronze needle go and explore the way first."

After saying that, she walked to the crowd that had stopped, pushed her hand forward and sent the copper needle out.

The moment he took off his hand, the copper needle grew a bright white "tail". It flew against the "wind" and circled around the treetops in front...

With the light of the white line, the crowd finally saw clearly what was swaying in the dark: it was a few human skins, a few nearly transparent human skins hung on the branches, and were blown forward by the mountain wind behind them, bringing a fishy and sweet smell.

The center of the face was sunken, the nose was crooked to the side, the eyes were closed tightly, and the corners of the eyes and the tips of the eyebrows were drooping. These people looked down and down, as if they had suffered some grievance but could not speak, which was very strange.

After staring at these human skins for a while, a sharp-eyed yamen runner finally recognized their identities, so he shouted in a somewhat abnormal voice, "This... these are the few who followed Lord Cao, they were ambushing on the east side. It seems... it seems that they have encountered an unexpected problem..."

Zhao Zimai's face suddenly became gloomy, and one hand clenched into a fist, "They are all equipped with bows and arrows, how could they be sucked away so easily?"

"Sir, do we want to go over and support?" A yamen runner asked him softly.

But before he could answer, a strong wind suddenly blew in the forest, and the wind rolled up and fell leaves. These yellow and green leaves twisted and flew wildly above the forest, like a large net falling from the sky, covering the woods.

The human skin made a "rustling" sound, first shaking with the wind, but then it was a little overwhelmed. Four or five pieces together, floated up from the treetops, and was whipped by the strong wind behind him, covering the crowd in front.

Although they are harmless, they are really scary, especially for those yamen runners in Lucheng County: they are still alive during the day, they are brothers who joke, play, drink and chat with them. However, in less than an hour, their flesh and blood bodies have become dry skins, and their vivid faces seem to be flattened and ironed, with the whistling wind, rushing towards them and falling from the sky...

What's even more terrifying is that the drooping eyelids of the human skin suddenly opened, revealing the two dark holes below.

This kind of strange sense of fear mixed with can't be understood by non-familiar people.

So, as he watched the human skin pounce on him, several yamen runners let out a dry howl and their feet rubbed against the ground and retreated backwards.

"Don't panic."

Mu Xiaowu took a step forward and stood in front of everyone. She recited a talisman and took back the copper needle. The next moment, she threw the needle at the human skin that was about to cover her a few feet away from her.

The copper needles passed through the human skin in turn and gathered them together on the white lines. The human skins were layered together, as if they were unwilling to be trapped by the white lines. They twisted desperately, trying to break free from the constraints of the white lines.

"Are you still unwilling to give up? I suddenly died, not even realizing that I was dead, and even my soul was still in my skin." She sighed and continued, "But it is useless to force me to stay here. You few remnants of the souls, let alone take revenge, even self-protection is not enough. It would be better to let me send you a ride."

After saying that, she waved her hand forward and sent away the copper needle.

A few skins slowly fell down. This time, they did not open their eyes anymore. They slowly swirled like the leaves above the forest, falling lightly at the feet of Zhao Zimai who had been standing straight and not moving at all.

"Young Master Zhao, are you okay?" Mu Xiaowu saw his face pale, hurried over and asked.

"It's okay," he glanced at the human skin on the ground, pursed his lips and pursed, and finally said, "Brother, go with peace of mind, I will avenge you for you."

As soon as he said this, a long arrow suddenly penetrated the forest and landed at the feet of the two. Cao Min was followed by an anxious shout, "Mr. Zhao, Mu Yao, Mu Yao is here."
Chapter completed!