The rising sun after the rain is particularly bright. The sunlight is like wisps of golden fine sand, passing through layers of branches and leaves, sprinkling on the grass, drawing countless dazzling highlights.

Cheng Muyou had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery, just because he had been walking in the woods for a night, and had not been in the rice water for two consecutive days, so he had already been exhausted and his long gown was soaked. If it weren't for the only little remaining belief, he might have collapsed in the forest and could not go further.

He looked at the lush forest in the distance and the swamp looming deep in the forest, and once again asked himself in his heart: Where did they hide those twenty or so cowhide bags?

Jingmen Village is located in a valley, with woods all over the forest, and swamps spread in the forest. Since it is impossible to bring those bags back to the village, it must be hidden in this birch forest. However, he has searched the forest for two times but has not found the twenty cowhide bags. In theory, they are quite large and bulging in one place should be particularly conspicuous, but why have you not found anything after searching for so long? Can these cowhide bags still go to heaven and earth?

Cheng Muyou frowned and stood there, wandering around repeatedly, not knowing where to go for a while.

But after hesitating for a while, he suddenly tensed up, as if he was struck by a lightning bolt in the air: Yes, heaven cannot do it, but it is simple to escape from the ground. Why is such an obvious answer? I searched all night and wasted so much time.

He looked at the colorful beams leaking from the leaves in front of him, shook his head and smiled a few times, his body seemed to have become much lighter in an instant, and he lit up his feet and flashed into the dense jungle.

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The entrance of the cave is only a dozen steps away from the tallest birch tree, but it is very small now and is covered with leaves and dry branches, so if you don’t look carefully, you will not be able to find it at all.

Cheng Muyou opened the branches and leaned his head in. It was dark inside, and nothing could be seen clearly, but a smell of mud came over him, confirming his guess: those cowhide bags were just below this place. Xiao Wu said that hundreds of years ago, this was a place where he and his tribesmen used to hide from outsiders. They hid here, although there was no sunshine, but it was a place where they could live in vain. Although it collapsed, there was still some space left, enough for them to install these cowhide bags.

Cheng Muyou didn't dare to delay any effort. He searched around for a few times and finally found a thicker branch. So he picked it up without hesitation and dug it up to the hole.

The mud flew out, and after a few diggings, the branches had already touched a soft thing. He was happy and threw down the tree branch and dug it inside with his bare hands. However, as soon as his arm was reached, he was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand. The hand grabbed him very tightly. He struggled for a few times but could not pull his arm out. At the same time, several figures suddenly flashed from behind the birch tree beside him. Each of them had a dagger with a cold light in his hand, and ran towards him as if he was about to insert the sharp blade into Cheng Muyou's ribs, but he flew a few times in the air and kicked all the daggers away.

However, his hands were clamped and he could not use any good skills. Therefore, when Fang Jing jumped off the tree branch above, Cheng Muyou was still hit. Although he avoided the axe blade, the back of his head was hit hard by the axe handle, and his whole body became numb, his strength was lost, his hands and feet were weak, and his body was tilted to the ground, unable to move.

The person in the cave finally crawled out. Seeing her appearance, Cheng Muyou understood why her hands were so familiar. When she was young, she often held herself and pestered him to buy delicious and fun things. Later, although people grew up, sometimes she would forget her identity and hold herself to ask questions. Occasionally, she stuck out her tongue and let go. He was so familiar with her that this relationship that transcended blood ties had already penetrated into every inch of his bloodline, and had a long history. Therefore, even though she knew that Jiang Xixi was no longer the same one she was, when she saw this familiar face, Cheng Muyou couldn't help but blurt out two words: "Xixi."

Jiang Xixi rolled her eyes and smiled coldly, clenched her nose, and flicked her booster to the ground at will, saying, "Mr. Cheng is indeed resourceful and can actually find this place. If Tianrui hadn't been one step earlier and asked me to ambush here in advance, I'm afraid your plan would have succeeded at this moment."

Fang Jing walked around from behind, and a fierce light appeared in his slender eyes, "This person cannot be kept. Stop talking nonsense to him. I will solve him quickly. We still have something to do."

Jiang Xixi answered yes, grabbed his hand from the back, and a dagger was already coming out between her five fingers. She shook her shoulders and smiled twice, "Mr. Cheng, go all the way, but don't worry, you will not be alone on the road to the underworld, and your 'Xixi' will be with you."

After the words came, the dagger was raised high, and the sun shone on the blade, a bright white patch that made Cheng Muyou unable to open his eyes. He lowered his head dejectedly, and his heart was dark: Is it still not possible? After all, is it still going to get to this point?

"Click."

A sound came from the woods in the distance, like a shoe breaking the branches, clear and loud.

Jiang Xixi was stunned for a moment, his arms stagnated, and then he pierced Cheng Muyou's chest without caring about it.

"Swoosh."

A red rope passed through the forest and headed straight for the dagger. When it passed through, it broke it into two pieces.

Jiang Xixi said "ah" and stared at the red rope still hovering around her. His voice shook a few times, "Tianrui, is this rope a cowhide rope? Why did you move it yourself."

Fang Jing's eyes moved from the rope to the jungle in the distance. He saw a faint shadow standing in the shadow of Tongtong's tree, light green, almost blending with the surrounding grass leaves.

"who?"

When he asked this word, he suddenly guessed who the person was, but after he figured it out, his heart felt like he fell from a deep cliff, falling into pieces and hurting to his bones.

"How come you are here? Where is my mother? Where has my mother been?" He roared at the man with a bloody look.

"She was thrown into the Hell of the Avici, and was burned by the iron snake and iron dog all day long. She had long nails in the limbs, pulled out tongues and plowed, ploughed intestines, cut them into molten copper, poured their mouths, and plastered with hot iron. She died thousands of lives and had to go through hundreds of thousands of disasters, but she could not be reborn."

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