After being silent for a long time, Yan Niang let out a sneer, "You think I will believe you?"
” "Believe it or not, the girl will weigh it herself.
I'm just reminding the girl not to do anything more than she regrets. ” "How much do you know about me?"
Yan Niang's voice was cold and soft, and the threat in it couldn't be more obvious.
"It's all my guess, from your reaction just now, I guessed that you hated that old way, and I also guessed that there was an unfinished blood feud between him and you, but since I dared to say it in front of you, I wasn't afraid that you would do it to me."
"Master Cheng, smart people often die miserably, this is a deep mountain and old forest, and there are a few murderers who are here with us, even if I kill you, I can blame those people for the crime, anyway, they won't get out of this forest alive."
She said quietly.
Cheng Muyou smiled heartily, "It's not bad to die here, the mountains are high and the water is long, and the environment is quiet, but I can't ask for it."
After finishing speaking, she found that the person behind her was not moving, and she couldn't help but feel a little weak in her heart, thinking that she really had murderous intent.
Just about to turn back, Yan Niang gently "shh Cheng Muyou pricked up his ears, he also heard the low chanting sound in the mountains and forests behind the cliff, mixed with the bitter cry of Qi Wai, the leader was muttering something, he couldn't understand it, but he could also feel that it was something very dark and evil.
With these movements, everything in the mountains and forests seemed to be silent, the birds and cicadas disappeared, even the wind was still, and the entire mountain forest was now engulfed in dead air, and the heavens and the earth seemed to merge into one in an instant, turning into prehistoric chaos again.
"It's not good, we're still one step late, and human animals have already been used for sacrifice."
Yan Niang sighed lowly, the gloomy clouds between her eyebrows condensed, and she looked into the depths of the dense forest, her slender body was like a cold and beautiful statue.
With her sigh, the spider silk slid down the bodies of the two of them, piling up in a thick layer on the ground.
Seeing that the spider silk was loose, Yan Niang didn't say a word, and ran around the cliff towards the dense forest, Cheng Muyou picked up the long sword on the ground and followed her closely, but before she ran a few steps, she saw a thick fog gushing out of the woods, covering the sky and the moon, just in a short moment, the entire mountain forest was shrouded densely, and even the moon overhead could not be seen.
The white mist was cold, and as soon as it touched the skin, it stuck to it, and it quickly condensed into a layer of hoarfrost.
Cheng Muyou remembered that at that time, next to the deep pit where the bones of countless children were buried in Qiu Xingshan, he had also encountered this strange mist, lifeless, cold and piercing, not like a mist, but like those unjust souls who were unwilling to step into reincarnation.
However, there are hundreds of children buried in that pit, could it be that the number of people used by Sun Huaijin to continue their lives is even hundreds?
Thinking of this, a cloud of anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he protected the long sword in front of him with his backhand, and walked towards the depths of the mountain forest with firm steps.
The sound of unwilling crying lingered in his ears, and the sound was like a cold snake, burrowing into the ears of the herdman, shaking his eardrums to rumble, and no other movement could be heard.
In front of him was a white mist that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, accumulating more and more, like a pair of big white hands, covering his eyes, completely obscuring his vision.
Cheng Muyou stabilized his mind, raised his sword and slashed around him, although he couldn't hear or see, but he felt something, it lurked in the thick fog, with bad intentions and eyes.
"Huh."
Something ran quickly against his back, Cheng Muyou turned his head sharply, and the blade of the sword brushed against its body, almost stabbing it.
But just then, a wind fell overhead, and a heavy, sharp thing fell from the sky and slashed straight at his head.
Sideways, bent over, his body drew an arc on the ground, and stood upright again, the kung fu he learned in hand-to-hand combat with the Liao army on the battlefield was now finally used, and the moment the axe fell, he scurried to the back of the man, and the tip of the sword pressed against his strong body.
The fog had not yet lifted, and he could only see half of the man's back, but he still recognized him.
"You are the shaver, running a business opposite the tea stall in Wangcheng, no wonder every move between me and Wangcheng is controlled by you, it turns out that you are close at hand."
Hu Jing roared, his body fell backwards heavily, Cheng Muyou didn't have time to react, the long sword plunged deep into his chest and detached from his palm.
Hu Jing took advantage of the situation, turned around suddenly, picked up the axe on the ground, and smashed it at him.
Cheng Muyou was taken aback, but he didn't expect him to fight with his life, but he still turned his body and deftly avoided the attack of the sharp axe.
Hu Jing hit a big tree, the long sword advanced a few inches into his body, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body shook twice, and he roared again, turned his head and pounced on Cheng Muyou again.
Cheng Muyou just wanted to turn around and avoid it, but before he thought about it, his two arms were suddenly clamped behind him.
"Xianggong, quick, cut him quickly."
Aunt Hu's voice came from behind, and the woman hung on Cheng Muyou's body, wrapping her arms around him with all her strength, not only that, but she also bit him on the shoulder, and ripped off a large piece of flesh when she landed.
Cheng Muyou let out a muffled snort and tried to throw her off her body, but the woman became tighter and tighter, her face was hideous and terrifying, and she was completely like two people with her gentle appearance before.
Hu Jing saw that he had a helper, and he came to his senses, he picked up the axe and raised it above his head, and slashed it at Cheng Muyou.
The blade of the axe flashed with cold light, drawing a white arc in the dense fog, and at the last moment, Cheng Muyou turned around and pointed the woman behind him towards Hu Jing.
He wanted to stop, but it was too late, and the woman let out a piercing howl, and her body was split in half by her husband.
She slipped to the ground, her brain bursting, her intestines flowing all over the place, but her eyes were still not closed, and a light flashed through the gray whites of her eyes, and then dimmed.
With a "boom", Hu Jing fell to the ground, he had already used all his strength, the long sword in his chest pierced his heart and lungs, and the blood soaked him in damp heat.
He was now like a boiled shrimp, curled up next to his wife, moaning in pain from his mouth.
"Adults are kind-hearted, let you be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks in the underworld."
The dense fog gradually dissipated, and not far away, Yan Niang stood next to a bronze tripod more than half a person high, holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in her hand.