Chapter 1621: The Destiny Child Fights Monsters 11
Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling noise from behind the woods.
The three men looked back alertly and saw mud and water flowing out, breaking the trees on the mountain and sliding down in a rush.
But they were still out of reach, Jinchen looked down and said, "We are fine."
"This is a repeat of the day of the landslide." Rong Zixu's tone was a little heavy. They couldn't do anything to change it.
"not good!!"
The middle-aged man reacted faster than them. He grabbed his father's hand and ran forward, "Dad! Run! Something big has happened!"
Their expressions became anxious and panicked, and Dad kept saying, "Hurry! Hurry up! We don't know if the others have come down the mountain!"
"Dahuazi! Go east! There is a road to the east!"
Someone was shouting in the invisible shadows. The voice sounded familiar. Jinchen thought for a moment and was certain: "It's that white-haired old man!"
They visited a family during the day where three elderly people were taken away.
"Uncle Xu! Be careful!"
Dahuazi responded and supported his father to walk to the east. Suddenly, mud and water rushed up and first swallowed them up, leaving only screams of fear.
In the shadows, the voice of the white-haired old man could be heard again, talking to someone else, "Hurry up, can I hear them?"
"Serves you right! He didn't even bother sharing the precious herbs after picking them. What a pity that the good herbs are gone!"
"This way, it's okay to go down the mountain. Let's go quickly."
When all the noise gradually faded away, bloodstains appeared on the mudslide, and two severed bodies floated up, with one severed arm still tightly grasping the herbs.
Under the silent gazes of Jinchen and the other two, Dahua and his father appeared on the hillside again, looking in the direction of Xiling Town.
"We need to go back..."
"Fuck." Jinchen cursed sincerely.
"No wonder there are three fewer people at the white-haired old man's house."
If the ghost realm in Xiling Town was created by the resentment of the mute girl, it must be for revenge.
"But...Xiaohua, how can you find out the truth about grandpa's death?" Rong Zixu murmured thoughtfully, always feeling that something had been overlooked.
"That group of ghosts is here again." Xu Qie reminded.
It was less than a cup of tea before dawn.
The ghosts in sackcloths were carrying a coffin and standing far away in the mountains, their eyes fixed on him, looking straight over. The white paper lanterns on the coffin were shaking.
Xu Qie: "What is Xiaohua's obsession? Does she want Grandpa to find a way down the mountain?"
Jinchen sighed and felt that it made some sense.
"She is obviously not familiar with this mountain. Tell her the exact way down the mountain after daybreak."
"Look." Jinchen pointed upwards, "This is the charcoal forest that is beginning to disappear."
Like a faded ink painting.
Jinchen held Rong Zixu tightly and pulled him and Xu Qie in front of him until the woods disappeared and they reappeared in the street.
"Big Brother!"
Gong Siyue and Jing Xingcan shouted at the same time, walking quickly from the door of the bun shop, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay... Ouch." Jinchen touched his face again. After the black and gray faded away, the red bloodshot became more obvious.
He looked at the small bronze mirror Xu Qie gave him and nodded seriously: "Something happened."
How could the boss get injured in a place like this!
Jing Xingcan widened his eyes and leaned over to take a look, unable to hold back a burst of laughter, "Hahahaha, Xiaochen, your face is disfigured! And it's all so messed up!"
Jinchen: "..."
Jinchen's peach blossom eyes were still red after being blown by the wind all night. He hid behind Rong Zixu and leaned close to him, "Brother... I have become ugly."
He was so close that he almost hugged Rong Zixu tightly from behind, and rubbed his chin against the crook of her neck, "Sad."
Jinchen was already a few centimeters taller than Rong Zixu, so this posture was just right for him. Rong Zixu subconsciously tilted his head and felt a little hot on his neck.
"Okay, you haven't become ugly." Rong Zixu's tone was helpless, and he almost coaxed him.
"Let's go find Xiaohua and let Lao Er treat your injury."
"Is it true that you haven't become uglier? Senior Brother, please take another look."
Jinchen turned to him again and leaned over to look at him.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
Rong Zixu's breathing became disordered, and he actually sensed an inexplicable sense of oppression from him, which did not carry any dangerous or strange aura.
"I really haven't become ugly, stand still."
he whispered.
"Oh."
Seeing his ears getting redder, Jinchen smiled and stood up obediently, "Then let's go."
[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 15! 】
The three people behind him: "..."
Jing Xingcan said silently: "Were we ignored just now?"
Gong Siyue hissed, apparently not noticing much that was wrong, just feeling weird.
"Why do I feel that Xiaochen is becoming more and more attached to Senior Brother?"
Xu Qie, who had seen some of the truth and was steady, brushed off the dirt on her dress and said, "I think we will stick together even more in the future."
The young boy is just beginning to fall in love, and he doesn’t know whether the senior brother can accept it.
On the way back to the noodle shop, Jinchen and the other two explained what happened in the woods. Jing Xingcan was so angry that his teeth itched, "How can people be so vicious!"
In the noodle shop.
Yang Yu gently carried the sleeping mute girl out from under the table. She was still holding the unfinished charcoal in her hand and was covered in dirt.
The mute girl moved as if she was aware of something, but her eyelids were too heavy and she couldn't wake up. After a slight struggle, she fell asleep again.
"Strange." Chang Wuming moved the table away, squatted down to look at her paintings, and said in a low voice.
There were a few moments when he actually discovered the appearance of his fellow disciples among the messy floor paintings, even though the feeling was fleeting.
After a whole night of fear, the imperial envoy and the bailiffs were exhausted when the dawn finally came. They no longer thought about solving the case. The most important thing was to save their lives.
"My lord, my lord!"
A bailiff came from outside, glanced at Chang Wuming and the other man, and whispered to Lord Song, "Sir, the Prince of Yong'an is here."
Lord Song was startled. He adjusted his black gauze hat and went out to greet him with weak legs.
Before he reached the door, he saw a young man in a smoky blue shirt approaching with a smile, followed by two bodyguards.
"Shi..." Before Lord Song could salute, Bai Shiyun stopped him with his eyes, then smiled and walked towards the somewhat surprised Chang Wuming.
"Brother Wuming! We finally meet again after not seeing each other for several months!"
Bai Shiyun smiled at him happily, and said familiarly: "I was passing by this town and heard rumors of ghost killing. I thought you might be here, so I wanted to try my luck."
Chang Wuming also smiled, but the arc was so small that it was ignored. "What a coincidence."
Yang Yu placed the sleeping mute girl on the table, looked at Bai Shiyun in confusion, and asked his junior brother, "Who is this?"
"I followed my master down the mountain two months ago and rescued him on the way." Chang Wuming explained concisely.
But Yang Yu could sense that his fourth junior brother, who had always remained calm even when the sky collapsed before his eyes, was cold and indifferent to everyone except their sect, and was a little different towards this person.
Chang Wuming wiped his hands clean of black ash and looked at Bai Shiyun: "This place is dangerous and we should not stay any longer."
Bai Shiyun looked around and said to him with a smile: "Brother Wuming is here, what do I have to be afraid of? After all, I am alone, so I might as well accompany you."
Lord Song was a little surprised, but didn't say anything. He also realized that the prince wanted to conceal his identity.
