Murong went through the walls and rooms looking for the woman who could understand Mandarin. She had an intuition: this woman might be the key to the answer.
When passing through a room, she saw an old man lying on the ground who seemed to be in pain, and subconsciously went to help her, only to realize that she was in a state of soul and body and could not touch the yang world, so she squatted beside the old man and tried to communicate.
"Auntie, can you understand what I'm saying?"
The old man raised his head abruptly, startling Mu Rong into sweat.
She didn't have black eyeballs, her whole eyes were white.
There was a strange expression on the face full of grooves, which seemed to be crying and smiling, and the corners of his mouth were drooling, and he was humming a stiff single character in his throat.
The old man stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed Murong's arm. His long nails were as sharp as knives and tore through Mu Rong's sleeve, leaving three long scratches on his slender arm.
Murong was shocked that this old man could actually touch her!
She clutched her arms and walked out of the house all the way to avoid the villagers from being discovered, persistently looking for the woman.
Searching the entire village at an extremely fast speed did not find any trace of the woman. When I was worrying, I suddenly remembered what happened in the world of Yatagami, and began to search for cellars from house to house, and finally found a The woman was found in the cellar.
It was at this time that Ah Miao established contact with her through the ghost deed. Murong covered the wound scratched by the old man with one hand, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
Why is this scratch so painful
"Master Murong, where are you? The elder sister has come to see you, do you need our support?"
"You guys stay up there first, I found the woman during the day, wait for me!"
"good."
The woman didn't notice Murong's arrival, she knelt in the corner of the cellar as if holding something in her arms, her body trembling.
Murong squatted down three steps away from the woman: "Do you still remember me? I'm Mu Rong, we met during the day."
The woman's body froze, and she paused for a long time before turning her head slowly. Murong saw deep fear and despair in her eyes, as well as the wetness hanging from the corners of her eyes.
"It's me, do you remember me? Do you need help, my friends are right outside and I can take you away."
The woman turned around using her knees as a support point, and it was only then that Murong saw clearly that there was a swaddling baby in her arms.
The woman bit her lip to restrain herself from crying, and tremblingly lifted the swaddle in front of Murong: "Help, save."
"This is your child?"
The woman couldn't stop nodding, and big, full tears rolled out of her eyes.
"My friends are out there and I can take you out."
The woman shook her head: "I beg Ni, help, help!"
Seeing the woman like this, Murong couldn't bear it: "Let me tell you first, I am in the state of spirit body now, I don't know if I can meet your child, I will try."
"No!"
Mu Rong's arms passed through the thin quilt of the swaddling baby and hugged the baby in the swaddling clothes. The swaddling clothes slowly peeled off, and the child inside was wearing clothes made from adult clothes, sleeping soundly.
The woman was overjoyed, she climbed two steps and picked up the thin quilt to cover the baby's body, looked at Murong with eyes wide, and tried to squeeze out a few words in that blunt tone: "Thank you, you love to go."
"Can I ask you a few questions? You can nod or shake your head."
"Well."
"Are you a flower grower?"
The woman nodded.
"Are there all flower growers in this village?"
The woman shook her head.
Murong was suspicious: "No?"
The woman shook her head again, and said with difficulty: "The nest is the last one to come."
"Then how did you learn the language here?"
"In, in the dream, there will be everywhere."
"May I have your name?"
A trace of bewilderment flashed in the woman's eyes, and she shook her head.
"How did you get here?"
The woman still shook her head.
"When did you come here?"
"Hmm!" The woman raised her finger and pointed to the wall opposite the cellar.
Mu Rong turned his head and saw that there were writings on the wall!
At the beginning, the character '正' was drawn, and some numbers could be seen in the densely packed '正' characters, but when it reached the bottom, it turned into simple scratches one after another, and the numbers disappeared.
Murong roughly estimated that there are thousands of scratches on the wall, so the woman has been here for at least three years, and the child in her arms does not seem to be one year old, which means that the child was born in the village!
Murong took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the wall of the cellar, and also took a picture of the woman.
"Don't you really need me to take you away? I can fly out with you on my back."
The woman shook her head numbly: "You love to go."
"Take care, I will find a way to save you." After speaking, he carried the child out of the cellar and the roof and flew up into the sky, still making a big circle in the sky before returning to the cliff.
Sang Tong angrily raised his hand and hit Mu Rong, but his hand passed through Mu Rong's soul: "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing in advance, do you know how dangerous this village is!"
Mu Rong handed the child to Sang Tong: "You help me hold it, this is that woman's child."
Sang Tong frowned: "We can't take this child away."
"Why?"
"You put the child back, and we'll talk about the rest when we go back. In short, we can't touch anything in this village."
"What danger is there for a child who just turned one year old? Her mother is a flower grower, and so is this child. Look at the group of people below! We can't just ignore death."
Ah Miao also persuaded: "Yes, big sister, it's just a baby. It's good for us to take it home and study it."
Sang Tong looked at the sleeping child again, and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, but before some things are clarified, this child will be isolated and taken care of by the butler robot."
"When will we find a chance to rescue her mother and send them home?"
"Let's talk about it later, are you not hurt?"
Mentioning the wound, Mu Rong felt a sharp pain again, and raised his arm to signal Sang Tong: "Xiemen, the villagers can't touch my soul body during the day, and I was scratched by an old lady just now."
Sang Tong was so shocked that Mu Rong opened her sleeves, and there were three scratches on her slender forearm, the wounds were not deep but the surrounding area was blue and black.
Sang Tong gave Mu Rong a hard look, and climbed up on top of Mrs. Liu: "Let's go back quickly!"
Murong and Murong left in a hurry, no one in the base was resting and waiting for them to come back.
Sang's mother came up to welcome her: "Tongtong, you are back! Hey, how did you bring a child back? Whose family is it?"
Sang Tong avoided the mother's hand who wanted to pick up the baby, and called a housekeeper robot to hand over the baby.
"Mom and Dad, I will tell you the specifics tomorrow, go to rest first. Murong, you return to my body and come to my room."
"good."
Sang Yu saw the wound on Murong's arm, took her arm and said distressedly: "Why are you so careless, you got hurt again."
"It doesn't matter if it's a minor injury, I'll tell you later when I get a lot of information."
Mu Rong returned to his soul body and shivered for a while. He didn't expect this small scratch to hurt so much. Seeing Sang Yu's worried eyes, he suppressed the pain and pretended to be nonchalant. He smiled lightly: "Let's go."
When they came to Sang Tong's room, Mu Rong and Sang Yu were startled: Did something serious happen? There are red threads hanging everywhere in the room, and even the magic case is set up? Sang Tong was holding a mahogany sword in his hand as if he was facing an enemy.
"Sister Tongtong, what are you?"
Sang Tong pulled Sang Yu behind him, and pointed at the magic circle set up in the room with his mahogany sword: "Murong, go in."
"Sister, what are you doing!?"
Sang Tong clenched Sang Yu's wrist and took a deep breath: "Murong was scratched by a living corpse."
Mu Rong suppressed the shock in his heart and gave Sang Yu a comforting smile, and walked into the formation.
The formation is a simple circle. Judging from the faint smell of blood, it should be painted with old blood paste. Some beans are sprinkled in the circle, and there are various colors.
Sang Tong pulled the two ends of the thread and pulled hard, the red thread hanging in the room entangled Mu Rong.
She put the two strands of thread together and held them with one hand, walked over and raised the mahogany sword against Murong's heart: "Scattering five beans on the ground summons yang energy, and mahogany tops the heart to drive away evil spirits!"
Seeing that Murong didn't respond, he let out a long breath: "Fortunately, there is no corpse change."
Sang Yu ran over to untie the red rope for Mu Rong, lifted Mu Rong's injured arm to check, there were light blue marks on it.
Sang Tong came to the divine case and bowed respectfully three times: "Disciple Sang Tong, send the ancestors of all generations back to their thrones." He blew out the candles.
Sang Tong opened the drawer and took out a few pieces of yellow paper and a cloth bag and handed them to Mu Rong: "There are some glutinous rice in the bag, you put the glutinous rice on your wound, and replace it when the color of the glutinous rice changes, starting tomorrow With two hours of sunshine every day, I don’t need to teach you how to raise glutinous rice, right?”
"Need not."
"It's your luck this time, those people in the village are just living corpses infected by corpse gas, not zombies, otherwise you wouldn't even know how you died!"
"Zombies? What happened to that village?"
Sang Tong greeted a few people to sit down, took off his Taoist robes, folded them and put them in the cabinet, poured himself a glass of water and drank it down, put down the glass and explained: "I asked Wang Hao, and he told me that eight years ago, the Special Incident Handling Bureau The reason for the hasty evacuation was that zombies without bones were found nearby, and our bureau divides zombies into eight levels according to the degree of danger, with bones without bones being the highest."
The author has something to say: There will be another chapter in a while, and there will be double updates tomorrow, and then all the owed chapters will be paid off!
I just listened to the first episode of "The Female General and the Eldest Princess", so it's not too bad.
If you want to hear it, you can pay attention to Rela, it is estimated that it will be released in the near future.