"She's a human animal?
She's not dead yet?
Cheng Muyou's heart was filled with joy.
Yan Niang shook her head gloomily, "The sacrifice has been completed," she pointed behind Ding, and Cheng Muyou saw that there was a small corpse there, which was also about the same age, but she was missing two arms, and she looked so thin and helpless.
"These brutes, even the children are not spared," Cheng Muyou clenched his fists and walked over, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he kicked the bronze ding, "The thing they want to resurrect is here?"
After thinking about it, he shook his head again, "The number is wrong, where is Sun Huaijin's hunchbacked apprentice?"
” "When I arrived, I found the child hanging from the treetops, and while rescuing her, I sealed the bronze tripod so that the contents could not come out.
But from the beginning to the end, I never saw anyone else. ” Cheng Muyou was stunned, his body suddenly became stiff, and he remembered the thing in the dense fog just now, it was close to his back, and it rushed over quickly, bringing him a chill.
"Miss Yan, is it really him in this bronze tripod?"
"Whoop Woo The bronze tripod trembled slightly, and the breathing sound inside became heavier and heavier, it was because she heard that there was a living thing inside, so Yan Niang did not hesitate to seal it, but, the thing inside, is it really Sun Huaijin?
"Bang".
The bronze tripod was kicked to the ground by Yan Niang, and the tripod lid bounced out, rolling out a few feet on the muddy ground before stopping.
The black mouth of the Ding was covered with white mist, and the two of them held their breath and approached it without making a sound, their eyes locked tightly on the darkness in the Ding.
A pair of hands full of green tendons slowly poked out of it, and they grabbed the grass roots on the ground and took their bodies out of the copper tripod with difficulty.
An old man stood up with difficulty on his waist, he patted the dirt on his hands, and smiled at the two of them, laughing so that his hunched body trembled.
"We were fooled, Sun Huaijin seems to have been able to come out of Dingli."
Cheng Muyou's voice was solemn.
"You dare to lie to me?"
Yan Niang gritted her teeth, and her five slender fingers stuck the old man's chin, and the straight bones creaked.
The old man's face turned red, his arms waved wildly, and just when he thought he was about to be strangled to death, the strength of his neck suddenly loosened, and his body suddenly lacked support, and he fell backwards and fell to the ground.
"Let's talk about it, why did Lao Dao kill Sun Huaijin, I don't believe that he was trying to save the world."
Her voice became hard and cold.
The old man snorted and gasped, and let out a long cold snort, "Of course he is not, to put it mildly, he is not for the dozens of lives in my master's hands, he has done far more evil things than his master, just look at the scar on his neck, such a thick section, all the traces left by the unjust soul, if he doesn't want to try his best to renew his life, he doesn't know that he has died hundreds of times." ” Cheng Muyou's mind moved, it turned out that the old Taoist was really not what he thought, the reason why he killed Sun Huaijin was not to help the world and save the people, but to compete for the piece of fat in his Sun Huaijin's mouth.
No wonder Yan Niang was so angry, it turned out that she had made a mistake.
"I have already seen that you officials, on the surface, are all sanctimonious, but in fact they are not the same as us outlaws, with blood on your hands."
The old man sneered.
"You hate the government, that's why you deliberately abandoned Wang Cheng's body in the market, just to demonstrate to the government," Cheng Muyou frowned, "Wait, you mean, that old Taoist is a member of the public family?"
” "Of course he is, what he has on his waist is" Before he finished speaking, his head suddenly tilted, slumping softly on his shoulders, and his neck was twisted by Yan Niang.
Cheng Muyou was taken aback, he turned his head to look at Yan Niang, and found that she was still holding the old man's neck with one hand, but her eyes were looking at herself, her eyes were calm and undisguised.
After staring at each other like this for a while, Cheng Muyou took the lead in withdrawing his gaze from her, now is not the time to delve into this matter, or rather, at this moment, he has realized that the secret behind her is far more complicated and heavy than he imagined, and he himself does not know, when the day the truth is revealed, he will not be able to bear it.
"My lord," Yan Niang shook the old man's body aside and slowly paced to Cheng Muyou's side, "You don't have anything to ask me?"
” Cheng Muyou looked at her with mixed feelings, but just for a moment, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his handsome face slowly relaxed, "The girl naturally has her own reasons for doing things, and now the wicked will not die well, Cheng Mou is relieved, but," As if he thought of something, a pair of thick eyebrows suddenly twisted, "There is another person in the Hu family who ran away." ” "And?"
"This old man's grandson, Hu Jing's son, he ran away with Sun Huaijin."
The narrow old mountain road is winding and terrifying.
The moon was obscured by the rushing black clouds, and only a faint dark halo shone from behind the thick clouds, and the wind swayed high in the treetops, making a slow, low rustle that set off the silence of the night.
There is a small figure on the mountain road, is in a hurry, it is a drooping child, with two round buns on the top of his head, a round and slightly fat body, a pair of big flickering eyes embedded in the chubby face, just like a doll on the New Year's painting, cute and smart.
It's just that his feet and legs are covered with mud and grass roots, and the sole of his right shoe is half rotten.
There were a few bean-sized lights ahead, flickering brightly and dimly under the blowing of the night wind.
The child looked at the lights, a wry smile broke out at the corner of his mouth, and he called softly into the bushes next to him, "There is a family ahead." ” There was a rustling sound in the grass, and then a pale hand poked out of it, its fingers curled up, and its fingertips moved tentatively a few times on the muddy mountain road, moving in the direction of the child.
The moon finally broke through the clouds, but as soon as it poked its head out, it was frightened back into its head by the strange scene below: a centipede-like thing was following at the feet of a child, staggering along the mountain road, but if you looked closely, you would see that it was not a bug, for it was much larger than a centipede, and its body was the length of a human being, like a strip of flesh wrapped in rough human skin.
The head was an old man with white eyebrows and white beard, his face wrinkled like a walnut, and the corners of his mouth pulled towards his ears, solidified into a stiff and strange smile.
On both sides of the body, the eight things that crawled slowly on the ground were not centipede steps, but eight arms.