Xiao Wu fell asleep, and from time to time he made a few dreams, vaguely, and didn't know what he was talking about.
Cheng Muyou looked at his unshaven face, and a very shallow smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth: In the end, he is a child, even if the situation is critical now, even if his hands are bound by hemp rope, he can still fall asleep in such an awkward posture.
After thinking about it, he shook his head and sighed: Isn't he a child?
Hundreds of years ago, when he was thrown into the swamp in a cowhide bag, he was not yet sixteen years old, but his body was already extremely disabled, especially his hands, which were so badly deformed that he could not even hold chopsticks.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly restrained his sympathy, and scolded a few times in his mouth: "Cheng Muyou, Cheng Muyou, when is it, you are still thinking about others." ” He shook his head violently, shifting his thoughts to the current situation.
According to Xiao Wu just now, the other two officials were also taken away, but for themselves and Xun'er, they were not prepared to stay alive, all because of his identity: the officials were taken away, and after returning to the official mansion, they would not be recognized if they were fooled around, but Cheng Muyou, as the commander of Xin'an County, no matter who he was possessed, as soon as he decided the case and spoke, it was easy for others to see through the strangeness, so no matter what, they would not let him leave Jingmen Village alive.
As for the future, if Cheng Dexuan and the people from Xin'an Mansion came to him, they only said that they had never seen him, saying that he might have fallen into the swamp, so he didn't come to the village at all, and this reason can be perfunctory.
After hearing Xiao Wu's words, Cheng Muyou was shocked in his heart, and for such a moment when his head was congested, he almost wanted to run back to Cheng's house immediately and rescue Xun'er and them.
But after thinking about it, reason finally prevailed: now that he had no weapon in his hand, only a flat file half a finger long, how could he save people?
If you throw yourself into the net, you will live up to the intentions of others to plan to save yourself.
What's more, Xiao Wu also said another thing, which completely tied his steps, allowing him to temporarily shift his thoughts to another, more urgent matter.
Xiao Wu said that there are still more than 20 people trapped in the cowhide bag, and Tianrui, that is, Fang Jing, has planned to bring a group of villagers over and let them be substitutes for these 20 people.
No wonder Xiao Wu said that Jingmen Village will be their territory in the future, it turns out that Tianrui's ambition is great, he wants to resurrect all the dead clansmen, so that he can make up for his guilt and repay the mistakes he made hundreds of years ago.
"Tianrui is different from others, he is smart, he never drags his feet, before, we all listened to him, including his father, he didn't dare to disobey him, I believe that now, the big guy will still do what he says."
"Smart and decisive."
This is Xiao Wu's summary of Tianrui's character, listening to him say this, the tension in Cheng Muyou's heart is even worse, he completely understands the urgency and urgency of the matter, but the more anxious he is, the more he can't come up with a plan to deal with it. can only seem to be calmly guarding this guy who is sleeping soundly, but a raging fire has already ignited in his heart, burning his entire heart into a wasteland.
What to do?
What to do?
Could it be that these villagers are innocently suffering and their bodies have been taken away by them?
But how can he deal with the other side of the crowd on his own?
Cheng Muyou clenched his fists, stood up suddenly, and suddenly stood up upright, he felt a little dizzy, but at this dizziness and dizziness, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, like thunder in the air, and all the chaos in his brain exploded.
So, he walked quickly behind Xiao Wu and pushed him, "Wake up, wake up." ” Xiao Wu slept in a daze, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cheng Muyou staring at him and saying something that seemed to be floating outside the clouds.
"What did you say?"
Xiao Wu blinked his big eyes and asked him in a loud voice.
"I said, if the cowhide bag is broken, what will happen to you if you have nothing to lose?"
This time, he said word by word, and Xiao Wu understood every word.
"Then it will be completely wiped out, and it will no longer be able to survive in the world."
After speaking, he suddenly covered his mouth, "Master Cheng, what do you want to do?"
You won't be" Cheng Muyou didn't answer, a complicated look appeared on his face, relieved and sad, and the sadness was mixed with a trace of righteousness and awe-inspiring heroism.
"Master Cheng, no, you can't treat them like that."
Xiao Wu finally understood what Cheng Muyou was going to do, he stumbled to his feet, and then, he fell to the ground with a thud, and rushed to the front with a few bangs, "They have been tortured for so many years, they can't just be gone, Master Cheng, I beg you, you must not be like this." ” Cheng Muyou glanced at Xiao Wu, and immediately walked towards the birch forest without looking back, and his tone became cold, "Pity them, who are these innocent villagers, who should be pitiful, but they can't let go, and make up for the regrets of their previous lives by occupying other people's bodies, such people have nothing to be pitied." ” "What about yourself?"
Xiao Wu shouted from behind, "If you go and open all the bags, you will definitely be taken away by one of them, don't you care?"
” Cheng Muyou's footsteps faltered, and he looked back at Xiao Wu's distorted face, and a heroic smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, "One life for twenty or more lives is worth it."
He still didn't say a word: If Xun'er, Xixi and her are all here, then even if I escape alone, what's the point?
The green leaves are connected together, swaying thousands of miles, making a "whooshing" sound under the blowing of the night wind, and the birch trees, like young men and girls with long bodies, the trunks are straight and straight, and all the branches stretch out to the sky obliquely above, and gather into a bunch.
The artemisia grass that is more than one person tall is lush and green, and all kinds of flowers are dotted in the meantime, although it is dyed a color by the night, it is still charming, and desperately blooms its own softness and delicacy.
Cheng Muyou walked alone on the forest path, leaving two rows of heavy footprints on the wet soil after the rain.
In his hand, he clutched the half of the file, which was his only weapon and the only bargaining chip that could turn the tide.
The breeze blew the hair on his face, revealing the pale but resolute face below, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered some ethereal memories of the past, and those memories, rooted in his heart, became the only thing that could soothe him at the end of his life.
The night wind came one after another, sending a strange smell into his nose, Cheng Muyou was stunned, stopped, and looked at the dark forest.