"Where did it come from..."

The howling cold wind brought up a series of trembling sounds, and I didn't know whether it was because of the cold or fear. Mo Shuruo hid behind Yan Jue, showing a pale face with fright. Although he had seen a dead body walking once, he was still scared to death, and besides this time

There were so many. When the cold wind blew, she suddenly remembered that Mo Chuan and Xiang Jingyi were still in the ravine.

"Senior brother and the others..." He murmured to himself, but he ran away. Before he had taken a few steps, a black shadow jumped out of the darkness again. In an instant, black shadows rushed out from everywhere one after another.

Mo Shuruo only saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and the living corpse in front of him had been thrown three miles away. A cold fragrance came from the tip of his nose, and it was actually held in his arms.

In a hurry, I heard his calm voice, "Close your eyes."

How could Uncle Mo be so obedient? He kept his big eyes open, not daring to blink. The living corpses gradually gathered around him. Yan Jue held a silver slender iron chain in his right hand, which was as changeable as a whip and as strong as a sword.

Hard. I saw him swinging one hand constantly, and the silver whip faintly flashed a faint blue. Wherever it passed, it either divided the living corpse into two halves, or cut off the head and limbs. Occasionally, it entangled the living corpse close to him.

It was thrown far away, high into the sky, and finally fell cruelly.

The scene was horrific to watch.

He barely moved a step, using defense as offense, and he actually killed countless living corpses.

He didn't know where these things came from. They came one after another, and they were countless. If they continued to fight, it would only be a waste of energy. He put the Thousand Knot Silver Whip back into his sleeve, picked up Mo Shuruo and left in the air.

She nestled tightly in his arms, but even so, her face was hurt by the sand and stones blown by the wind. The strong wind roared, but in an instant, they were back in the ravine, but there was nothing there except a group of moving dead bodies.

"Senior brother - Mo Chuan -"

The sound rippled into the distance, but there was nothing but an empty echo.

Yan Jue whispered: "There is blood." He raised his slender fingers and said, "There."

Mo Shuruo looked towards where he was pointing. The living corpses were gathered around, fighting for something. On the bloody ground, there was a dismembered horse's hind legs lying randomly. She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth.

, eyes of fear.

"They...eat living animals..."

The moon hung high in the sky, and its pale white light illuminated a canyon in front of the wasteland. It was rugged and eerie.

Mo Shuruo sat on the big rock and hugged his knees, his eyes were very red.

"Are you okay?" Mo Shuruo didn't get an answer, and he didn't seem to care. He looked into the distance and said quietly: "Aren't we still looking for those two people? Cheer up, there's still some time before dawn.

."

Only then did she stand up again, "I didn't cry because I was afraid..."

He looked back at her and said nothing.

Mo Shuruo lowered his head, his face was hidden in the darkness and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only his hands were clenched into fists until they turned pale. There was a faint tremor in her words, "I just feel it is too cruel... I won't let go of the dead people."

Come on, who is it?"

He withdrew his gaze and said softly: "The person who wants to prevent you from going to Baiyue must have something to do with the corpse mastermind."

Mo Shuruo raised his head and wiped his nose and tears randomly, "I will not retreat. I will definitely find that person." Although his eyes were moist with tears, he was extremely determined.

Yanjue's lips twitched slightly, expressing his pleasure at her determination. He turned to look at the top of the cliff, his eyes empty, but he seemed to be looking at something, and then he said expressionlessly: "The last time it was a warning, this time it's a shock.

Are you done?" He seemed to be talking to others, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

She was puzzled: "What?"

He looked back at her again, "There might be something more terrifying next time, are you afraid?"

She was stunned for a moment, she was afraid of this thing... Although everything could be dealt with by getting familiar with it once, it was true that she was still a normal person when it came to this kind of thing, and she would still be afraid no matter how many times she experienced it.

She said honestly: "Of course you will still be afraid...but what about you, won't you be afraid when faced with such a terrifying scene?"

"If you can't see it, there's nothing to be afraid of." His voice was short, not as if he was willing to discuss the matter.

Mo Shuruo shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. But that's right. People like him who have experienced so much have become numb, so their fear will gradually be erased...

A line of fire shot up into the sky in the distance. She raised her head and screamed, "It's Senior Brother!"

Yanjue's Qinggong was so good that he could only reach the edge of the wasteland in an instant. Xiang Jingyi led the two horses and looked anxiously into the distance. Seeing her appear, he hurried over, grabbed her arm and dragged her into his arms, "

Where have you been!" He sounded very worried.

Xiang Jingyi has been very close to her since childhood. It's normal to hold hands and give a hug. But after all, they haven't seen each other for five years, and she has grown into a big girl. There are some subtle feelings that cannot be expressed directly. And coming back

Afterwards, we all get along with each other with mutual respect and respect, but the familiar people feel like strangers.

Mo Shuruo was really frightened by his sudden hug, and froze motionless, "Just...just went out for a walk..."

As soon as he raised his eyes and saw Yan Jue behind her, he immediately understood the truth. He felt relieved but felt a little inexplicable. He let go of his hand and asked, "Are you not hurt?"

Mo Shuruo shook his head, "I'm fine." She caught a glimpse of Mo Chuan, who was lying on the horse with a weak look on his face. She hurried over and asked, "What's wrong with Mo Chuan?"

"I was just scared, nothing serious."

She reached out and touched his forehead to make sure there was no fever or other symptoms, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yanjue, who had been silent all this time, quietly reminded him, "Just in case something unexpected happens, it's best to leave here as soon as possible."

Mo Shuruo and Mo Shuruo naturally didn't say anything, and immediately packed up the remaining things and prepared to set off. She was holding two horses, but she saw the two of them on one side, facing each other, not knowing what they were talking about.

Xiang Jingyi looked at Yanjue with a cold expression, "I will leave Shuruo to you for the time being."

He didn't speak.

Xiang Jingyi turned around and whispered: "I am not qualified to speak to you like this, but Young Master Yan Jue, Uncle Ruo is not an ordinary girl. She has pain and experiences that no one else has ever had. In this life, I will not

Let anyone hurt her, and please, young master, don’t give her a chance to be sad."

Yanjue showed doubts.

Not far away, Mo Shuruo suddenly raised his hand and said, "What did you say? Hurry up and leave."

Xiang Jingyan responded loudly, walked over and said, "Leave Mo Chuan to me."

"Oh." The next moment he handed over the reins, he suddenly reacted, "Ah!!!!"

There were only two horses, but that didn't mean she had to ride on the same horse as Yan Jue...

The ground was covered with gray, and after the dust and smoke passed, the four people rode away at full speed.

She leaned in his arms, her face flushed red because of the strong wind and sand. Just when she couldn't open her eyes, a coat came down from her hood, and his voice came from above her head, "Let's get some sleep first. Before dawn,

It’s bumpy but safe enough.”

Her face turned red.

You must know that sitting sideways on a horse like this, nestling intimately in his arms is already very painful. Resting against him... I simply can't even think about it...

"It doesn't matter, I can persist..."

Before he finished speaking, his head was pressed directly on his chest. Mo Shuruo's whole body was covered by a piece of white clothes. He was so confused that he didn't dare to move.

what happened……

It's not an illusion... Do you want to get up... Will it seem too pretentious if you get up... Will it be too unreserved if you don't get up...

When he was struggling, he whispered: "Go to sleep."

Perhaps she couldn't find any reason to shirk, or perhaps she was too tired. She breathed a sigh of relief and finally closed her eyes in peace.

"I want to ask you something..." The horse's back jolted, and the sound of wind and sand filled her ears. She heard herself saying word by word: "When was the last time you were afraid?"

"I don't remember." After a pause, he continued: "Maybe it's because when darkness covers everything, no matter how terrible things are, you can't see them..."

"Like now?"

Her question was left to die in the wasteland. He did not answer it, and no one answered it for him.

But she thought that if she were in this situation alone, she would be scared to death! It is precisely because there is someone she can rely on beside her that she will try to face it boldly, no matter how scary or dark the place is.

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Autumn is coming to an end, and fallen leaves have returned to the ground. A few days later, we arrived at Baiyue Xinling Mausoleum safe and sound. On this day, the weather was clear and sunny. Except for the cold wind and a possible heavy rain at night, it seemed like nothing would happen.

From the moment he entered the city until he was received at Baiyue Mansion, the streets were bustling and bustling with people. It was normal, so normal that it seemed like an illusion.

Mo Shuruo was speechless all the way, and fell asleep directly when he got to the guest room. He didn't know where he came from, but he seemed to be normal on the surface, but a strange feeling covered his whole body. Maybe he was exhausted physically and mentally from sleeping in the open air, and he didn't have time to think about the cause, and his head was stained with

Pillow, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

In the evening, a waiter knocked on the door and whispered: "Miss Mo, are you awake?"

She just opened her eyes from her sleep, sat up slowly, and responded: "Please come in."

The carved elm door was pushed open with a creak, and a young girl's figure was blurred in the dim light. She came in with lowered eyebrows and stood by the door to convey her intention, "The master has returned to the mansion and is waiting for guests in the front yard. The young lady asked the slave to come.

Ask the girl if you want meals delivered to the room?"

"Young Madam?" She murmured, suddenly remembering that she was already in Baiyue. It was rude to sleep so late. How could she be embarrassed to let others invite her? She hurriedly replied, "No need."

He quickly stood up from the bed, looked at the yellow mirror on the nearby cabinet and pulled his messy hair twice to make sure that he would not lose his etiquette. Then he turned to the waiter and smiled: "Okay, let's go."

As soon as she left the room, she couldn't help but shudder. She looked at the bare peach trees in the courtyard and sighed helplessly: Winter is coming again! When she was distracted for a moment, the waiter had already walked a step away, and she was busy picking up the things.

Bu caught up and asked with a smile: "When did the Marquis come back?" She still remembered that when she came in the morning, the housekeeper said that the Marquis Baiyue had gone out to do business.

The waiter walked forward sensibly, holding a lantern, lowering his head slightly and answering in a low voice: "I'll be back after noon."
To be continued...