Mu Ziye, who just wanted to take a lazy nap and didn't want to be serious, opened a slit in his eyes calmly, and then closed his eyelids tightly again.
He played dead.
Long Xiaoyu stepped on the half-vacated footrest, and the stationary recliner suddenly shook violently.
Mu Ziye almost flew out, he sat up irritablely: "Aside from your sister and my sister, what else can I talk to you about? Don't talk!"
Long Xiaoyu looked at him: "Don't talk?"
The setting sun passed through the dense treetops, and the soft and warm light cast into his eyes, condensing into a clear icy light, eerie and bitter.
Not only Mu Ziye's appearance, but even his heart was reflected in these cold eyes, and there was nothing to hide.
Mu Ziye choked back the rest of his words, avoided Long Xiaoyu's gaze, and lay back in silence.
The recliner swayed and swayed, making him feel as if he was lying on pins and needles.
Unable to lie down anymore, Mu Ziye sat up impatiently: "What are you talking about?" He glanced at Murong Xing who was sitting on the swing as annoyed as he was: "Your sister or my sister?"
Since that day in Li Zhan's Hualin hut, Li Zhan said that they might die, Mu Ziye has been abnormal, and it is still the same after these days.
Long Xiaoyu has never been a nosy person, but as long as there is even a little bit of this matter that will involve his family, Mumu, he will take care of nosy things.
He went straight to the point: "Talking about you."
Mu Ziye was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his voice: "Why are you talking about me? Are you free—"
Halfway through his speech, he was caught off guard by Long Xiaoyu's eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts.
"..."
Meeting such a brother-in-law who does not give people a breath, the uncle expressed a little panic.
Forget it, he admits it.
Mu Ziye turned her head and said to Murong Xing: "Little one, stay here by yourself, if you're bored, go into the house, don't run around."
After getting up, his face became uncomfortably unhappy again, and he raised his chin pointingly: "Let's go, change places."
The tone is like trying to fight.
Murong Xing just thought that the two elder brothers were going to change places to fight, and she followed behind silently.
Long Xiaoyu turned his head and took a look.
His eyes were not dangerous at all, he just glanced lightly, and then the candied haws in Murong Xing's hand fell to the ground.
bad guy!
Then, she sat back on the swing in a very aggressive manner, and obediently stopped following.
…
The evening was dark, the evening wind was blowing, the shadows of trees were shaking on the ground, and the two figures on the ground were also shaking.
Mu Ziye stood under an ancient tree, looked at a bush in front of him, and asked Long Xiaoyu: "Do you believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world?"
This is a lonely forest on the outskirts of Zhongjun City, with few people. At night, the whole forest becomes extraordinarily gloomy, with a breath of death everywhere.
For example, the bushes in front of you.
This is a euonymus clump, also known as the dead man's tree. It is in the flowering period, and the smell emitted by the flowers is wanton and rampant. It is a disgusting rotten smell.
The ancient tree above their heads was covered with yellow talismans, and when the wind blew, several talismans fell down with the shadow of the whirling tree.
Long Xiaoyu reached out to take one, glanced at the red ghost painting talisman on it, and threw it away casually.
"I don't believe it." Mu Ziye chuckled, he took a few steps forward, and stepped on the ground under his feet: "I brought the corpse of that poisonous woman Su Yin, and buried it under here."
Feeling unlucky, Long Xiaoyu walked to a pure land without talismans: "Tell me."
"Earlier, I threw her soaked body into the barren mountains and let it be eaten by birds and beasts. About two weeks later, I went to see the situation. There was only one skeleton left in her body, but it was strange to say that she had a The eyeballs are still intact, and they still look like ghosts before death, what's even more strange is, "
Speaking of this, Mu Ziye paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little dark and mysterious: "Guess what I saw in her eyeballs?"
Long Xiaoyu looked indifferently and did not speak.
Mu Ziye felt that this brother-in-law was so boring, so he confessed directly without being intimidated: "I saw a swimming shadow."
Long Xiaoyu frowned: "And then?"
"Then I guessed that she might not be completely dead." How could she not be completely dead with only one skeleton left? It was hatred that made Mu Ziye feel unwilling.
He went on to say: "So I went to visit a famous Maoshan Taoist priest at the west street of Zhongjun City, and got seven or forty-nine soul nails from him, and nailed them to her skeleton, and then used blue-eyed poison. The spider's web binds it and buries it deep here."
Naturally, Mu Ziye didn't believe in ghosts and gods, nor did he believe in Maoshan's magic, but that day he heard Li Zhan say that when the Qixing Lianzhu came, there might be disasters caused by human beings, and the person he most likely thought of was Su Yin.
The poisonous woman was a "poisonous snake" who was good at hiding in the dark, if she didn't appear, she would die suddenly and so clearly, it always makes people feel uneasy.
Therefore, Mu Ziye would rather believe in the heresy of ghosts and gods, would rather be mediocre in front of a skeleton, and use all possible means to prevent Su Yin from being reborn forever.
As it turns out, he doesn't seem to be the only one who bothers about a dead man.
No, it shows that people who don't believe in ghosts and gods are also curious.
Long Xiaoyu asked aloud: "Only one eyeball is intact? What about the other one?"
"There isn't another one." Mu Ziye shook her head and thought for a while: "When I brought the corpse from the Central Prosperity, her body was completely rotten, and only one of her eyes was intact, and she hadn't closed her eyes. It's empty, no eyeballs, presumably it was picked up by a falcon before—"
Before he could finish speaking, Long Xiaoyu suddenly raised his palm and gathered his energy: "Get out of the way."
"What for?" Mu Ziye just opened his mouth.
Immediately, a shadowless and invisible force tore through the air and slammed towards his feet, scaring him to dodge reflexively.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the place where Mu Ziye was standing a second ago suddenly turned into a deep pit, and in the deep pit lay a mummy wrapped in spider webs.
Long Xiaoyu turned the wind blade into his hand, and split the mummy open.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Mu Ziye didn't even have time to stop him, the mummy he had worked so hard to make was split in two.
The smell of rotting corpses around him became stronger, Long Xiaoyu covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and squatted down to examine the only eyeball left on the skeleton.
Mu Ziye nailed three Soul Nails on it, and the eyeballs were no longer as intact as he said, the entire pupils burst out, appearing white like tofu dregs, with a small black lump the size of a bean in between. .
Long Xiaoyu picked up a branch and picked out the black lump.
Mu Ziye leaned over and took a closer look.
There is still faint black air floating on this black block.
Mu Ziye was surprised and horrified: "It's weird, you've been tossing like this, why haven't you died yet?"
(end of this chapter)