The morning sun after the rain is exceptionally bright, and the sunlight is like wisps of golden sand, passing through the layers of branches and leaves, and spilling on the grass, painting countless dazzling bright spots.
Cheng Muyou had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery, just because he had already walked in the woods all night, and he had not eaten rice water for two days, so his body was already exhausted, and his long shirt was already soaked.
He looked at the lush forest sea in the distance, and the swamp that loomed in the depths of the forest sea, and asked himself again in his heart: where did they hide those twenty or so cowhide bags?
Jingmen Village is located in a mountain col, surrounded by woods, and the swamps in the forest are spreading, since it is impossible to bring those bags back to the village, they must be hidden in this birch forest, but he has now searched the forest twice, and still has not found the twenty or so cowhide bags.
It is said that there are quite a few of them, and they should be particularly conspicuous when they are piled up in one place, but why have they been looking for so long and still haven't found anything?
Could it be that these cowhide bags can still go up to the sky?
Cheng Muyou's thick eyebrows frowned, standing in place and hesitating repeatedly, not knowing where to go for a while.
But after only hesitating for a while, he suddenly tensed his body, as if he was struck by a lightning bolt in the air: Yes, it is not possible to go to heaven, but it is simple to retreat, how can such an obvious answer, but I have been searching for it all night, and I have wasted so much time in vain.
He looked at the colorful beams of light leaking from the leaves in front of him, shook his head and laughed a few times, his body seemed to be a lot lighter in an instant, and with a light step under his feet, he flashed into the dense jungle.
The entrance to the cave was only a dozen paces from the tallest birch tree, but it was now small and covered with leaves and dry branches, so it was impossible to spot it without looking closely.
Cheng Muyou pulled the branches open, leaned on the ground and poked his head in.
There was a dark patch inside, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but a smell of stinky mud came to his face, confirming his suspicion: those cowhide bags were under here, Xiao Wu said, hundreds of years ago, this was a place where he and his people used to hide from outsiders, and they hid here, although they did not see the sun, but it was a corner where they could survive and steal.
Now it was collapsing, but there was still enough space left for them to hold the cowhide bags.
Cheng Muyou didn't dare to delay a little effort, his eyes searched around a few times, and finally found a relatively thick branch, so he picked it up without hesitation and dug it at the hole.
The mud flew out, and after a few diggings, the branch had already touched a soft object, and he was overjoyed, and threw down the branch and dug into it with his bare hands, but as soon as his arm reached in, he was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand, which grabbed him so tightly that he struggled a few times and could not pull his arm out.
At the same time, several figures suddenly flashed from behind the birch tree on his side, each with a dagger shining with cold light in his hand, and ran towards him as if flying, and he was about to insert the sharp blade into the two ribs of the herd, but he flew up a few feet in the air and kicked all those daggers away.
But after all, his hands were clamped, and no matter how good his kung fu was, he couldn't play it, so when Fang Jing jumped down from the branch above, Cheng Muyou still hit him, although he dodged the blade of the sharp axe, but the back of his head was hit hard by the handle of the axe, and his whole body was numb, his strength was lost, his hands and feet were soft, and his body was crooked to the ground when he was tilted, unable to move.
The people in the cave finally crawled out, and seeing her appearance, Cheng Muyou understood why those hands were so familiar.
When she was a child, she often held herself and pestered him to buy delicious and fun food, although she grew up, sometimes she would forget her identity, pull herself to ask questions, and occasionally found that something was wrong, so she stuck out her tongue and quickly let go.
He is so familiar with her, this kind of relationship that transcends blood and family affection has long penetrated into every inch of his blood, and it has a long history, so even if he knows that Jiang Xixi is no longer the original her, but when he saw this familiar face, Cheng Muyou couldn't help blurting out two words: "Pity." ” Jiang Xixi rolled her eyes and smiled coldly, picked her nostrils, flicked her nose to the ground at will, and said, "Lord Cheng is really resourceful and can find this place, if it weren't for Tianrui being one step earlier and letting me ambush here in advance, I'm afraid that at this moment, your plan will succeed." ” Fang Jing walked around from behind, a fierce light appeared in his slender eyes, "This person can't stay, don't talk nonsense with him anymore, hurry up and solve him, we still have important things to do." ” Jiang Xixi replied yes, grabbed her hand from the back of her waist, and an extra dagger came out between her five fingers, she shook her shoulders and laughed twice, "Master Cheng, go all the way, but don't worry, you will not be alone on the Huangquan Road, and your 'Xixi' will also accompany you." ” When the words fell, the dagger was raised high, and the sunlight reflected on the blade, white and bright, so that Cheng Muyou couldn't open his eyes.
He bowed his head in a gloomy mood: still can't it?
After all, is it still going to come to this point?
"Click."
There was a sound in the trees in the distance, like shoes stepping on a branch, clear and loud.
Jiang Xixi was stunned for a moment, his arm froze, and then he immediately pricked down the chest of Chao Cheng Muyou, who didn't care about it.
"Whoosh."
A red rope passed through the forest and headed straight for the dagger, breaking it in two as it passed.
Jiang Xixi let out an "ah", her eyes were fixed on the red rope that was still hovering around her, and her voice trembled a little, "Tianrui, this rope is a rope tied to cowhide, how did you move it by yourself." ” Fang Jing's gaze moved from the rope to the jungle in the distance, and he saw that among the shadows of the pupil tree, there was a looming shadow, pale cyan, almost merging with the surrounding blades of grass.
"Who?"
When he asked this word, he suddenly guessed who that person was, but after thinking it through, his heart fell like a deep cliff, fell apart, and hurt into the bone marrow.
"You, why are you here?
What about my mother, where did my mother go?
His eyes widened, and he snarled at the man.
"She, O her, was thrown into the Infernal Hell by me, and was burned by the iron serpent and iron dog all day long, and in the joints of her limbs, she laid down long nails, pulled out her tongue and ploughed it, and slashed her intestines, and poured copper into her mouth, and was entangled in hot iron.
Thousands of deaths and thousands of lives, after hundreds of thousands of eons, they must not be reborn. ”