Seeing the bronze needle in, all the people behind hid, some hid behind the tree trunks, and some simply lay on the ground, hiding in the thick weeds. Mu Yao killed several people in one night, and the people in the government were afraid, so even though Zhao Zimai speculated that it was not in the tomb now, everyone still took care of themselves and hid early.

Mu Xiaowu squatted beside Zhao Zimai, staring at the dark gap in the tomb door without turning around, but asked softly, "What did the young master see just now?"

"After the prince died, it was captured by the rebels. Hou Jing knew it was an evil thing, so he specially built a peach wood box and sealed it in the tomb." After a moment of pause, he continued, "The soldiers who were buried in the small tombs behind who wanted to burn it with a fire, all of them became their burials."

Mu Xiaowu frowned, "So later, it was discovered and released by Yuan Changli. In order to repay Yuan Changli, Mu Yao transported him the longevity cream to make money?"

"It should be so, but Yuan Changli is also a second-hand dealer. The goods he has in his hands are also obtained from foreigners, so even if we catch him this time and do not cut off the source, we will not be able to stop the future."

Mu Xiaowu seemed to understand this, but now she had no time to figure it out, because the copper needle had floated out of the crack of the tomb door, and the white line behind it was as white as snowflakes, without any trace of being contaminated by evil.

"It's really not here." Mu Xiaowu held the copper needle in the palm of his hand, feeling a little relieved, but when she thought about it, she wondered, "It's strange, Yuan Changli was clearly coming in this direction just now, why didn't he see him? Could it be that he just passed by here by chance and had nothing to do with Mu Yao?"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly saw Baotian running from a distance and running to Zhao Zimai. Without even having time to breathe, he said in a hurry, "Young master, I'm lost. Yuan Changli has been walking in front of me just now, but after passing this ancient tomb, in the blink of an eye, others disappeared. I searched the whole forest but couldn't find him. It's amazing that he also turned into a wooden harrier and flew out of thin air?"

Zhao Zimai's face changed, and he turned his gaze back to the ancient tomb arranged in triangular shapes. After looking at it for a while, he said a word to the yamen runners behind him, "Search."

The large tomb chamber was the same as when Mu Xiaowu first came in. There was nothing except the huge peach wood box at the end of the tomb passage. The only difference was that the lid of the box was opened this time. The box was empty, and at first glance there was only a deep and heavy black area.

However, when the torch passed through the box, Zhao Zimai said "huh", leaned over and leaned into the box, and picked up something from it.

"Apple core." With the light of the torch, Mu Xiaowu blurted out these three words. After saying that, she felt funny, "It's strange, how could there be an apple core here?"

Zhao Zimai was not as relaxed as hers. Instead, he frowned and showed a confused look on his face. "Mujiao is not a real bird, so of course she will not fill her hunger with apples, so there was a living person hidden in this box."

Speaking of this, he took the apple core closer to the flame, and then said, "Although it was a little shriveled, there was no sign of rot at all. It can be seen that the man had just left not long ago. Maybe Mu Yao took him away."

"Why did it keep him? Why didn't it turn him into a human skin like it did for others?"

Mu Xiaowu's face was fluttered by the flames, which was a little more gorgeous than usual. But the moment she raised her eyes, Zhao Zimai saw two red lights floating past her eyes and quickly hidden behind her eyes and disappeared. Unexpectedly, he was shocked. He loosened his hand and the torch fell to the ground. Fortunately, Mu Xiaowu took a hand with a refreshing move and grabbed the torch steadily in his hand.

"Young Master, why do you think Mu Yao keep this person?" Mu Xiaowu didn't notice Zhao Zimai's sudden change in expression. He lowered his head and looked at the box, his face was confused, like a child who had not grown up.

"Xiaowu?" Zhao Zimai asked tentatively.

"Hmm?" Mu Xiaowu turned around, the ignorant look on his face had not faded, and his eyes widened, "Young Master, have you figured out the reason?"

After hearing that her voice had not changed, Zhao Zimai's heart was slightly restored to her stomach. Although his vigilance had not yet been eliminated, he at least dared to talk to her.

"I don't understand why this is. Mujiao is an evil thing. He helped Yuan Changli to rescue it from the hundred years of confinement because he was its benefactor. But I couldn't understand what it treated another person like this. But this explained why it had to go to the apple orchard." He whispered.

Speaking of this, he looked at Mu Xiaowu carefully, wandered for a while, and finally suppressed the words that had reached his throat, and asked, "Xiaowu, have you been to the small tombs behind that day that sheltered from the rain?"

"No, didn't the young master say that the soldiers buried there were buried with the soldiers? Hundreds of years have passed, and there should be only a pile of rotten bones left in the tomb, right?"

"But since he is here, he always needs to find out..." As he said that, he reached out to close the box cover. The cover was very heavy, so he pressed both hands on and pressed them down hard.

With a "squeaking" sound, the lid slowly fell down. When he was about to let go, Zhao Zimai felt cold in his heart and his body trembled fiercely: he saw a person standing between himself and Mu Xiaowu, the general who was riding on a horse and watching his subordinates burn to death. Now, he was squinting at the box lid that was about to close, and his eyes were stained with dark black.

The lid of the box was still descending, and the gold-patterned patterns were illuminated by the torch light, like eyes flashing in the darkness.

Suddenly, Zhao Zimai heard a "click" sound from the box. The sound was extremely light, but it was magnified several times by the surrounding stone walls.

The man beside him obviously heard the sound, because Zhao Zimai saw him bow slightly and his head drooping, as if he wanted to see clearly what made a noise in the wooden box.

Zhao Zimai's heart tightened. The next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the man because he already knew what was going to happen next. But his fingers passed through the man's armor and grabbed the empty space. At the same time, two red lines with silkworm-like slits out of the box crack that was only one foot high, and at the same time they touched the man's temple, sucking him firmly.

"ah."

A cry for help came from his ears. The sound hit the stone wall of the tomb, and then turned back, causing Zhao Zimai's ears to buzz.
Chapter completed!