477. The Way of One’s Way Returns to One’s Body 【15】
Since he regards this place as his lair, he should know everything about Yunshan.
"Miss, let's go and rest first. Starting tomorrow, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a good rest."
Murong Qingshuang looked at Yunshan for a long time and said calmly: "I understand. Uncle Li, please go and rest first."
She stood alone for a while before getting ready to go back to the inn.
There are not many people in the town, and most of them are commoners wearing exotic costumes.[
It is said that there are not many outsiders here and the folk customs are simple, which is what you see along the way.
It's just a little strange that when their group arrived on the first day, they didn't arouse the curiosity of the people here.
I don’t know if I’m being paranoid, but I always feel that in a small town with not many outsiders, a dozen outsiders suddenly came, a bit aggressive, and they should be a little strange.
Being so calm makes people feel a little abnormal.
Or are people here actually accustomed to people like them?
As I was walking on the road, I suddenly saw a person running towards the foot of the mountain. He was very fast. It looked like he couldn't be from here.
Whether it's from footwork or clothing.
Murong Qingshuang stopped where she was, looking at the back for a moment, and suddenly felt a little bit familiar.
But for a moment I couldn't remember where I had seen it.
It was no longer possible to pursue him, the man's back had disappeared.
Could it be that it’s subconscious and still retains Murong Qingshuang’s past memories?
She was too lazy to think about it. The hard work of traveling and traveling these days really made her a little tired.
It’s better to rest early so that you can recuperate before going up the mountain tomorrow.
On the top of Yunshan Mountain, there is a row of houses towering into the clouds.
Exquisite and elegant, it extends all the way to the cliff.
It was late at night, and the cold on the mountain was getting worse. In the other courtyard, a man wearing mink fur stood with his back to the mountain, wearing a golden mask on his face.
"Sir, a group of people have come from Murong Villa and are at the foot of the mountain."
The man wearing a golden mask slowly turned around, as if hiding a smile from his mouth, "Who are they?" [
"Most of the masters at Murong Villa and Miss Murong who has been missing for a long time."
"Murong Qingshuang..." The words were a bit strange, and she smiled lightly, "What are you here for?"
"I don't know yet, I'm just afraid I have to go up the mountain tomorrow."
The man raised his head slightly, and the cold moonlight shone on the golden mask, coating it with a layer of silver light.
