"Not yet, I have sent a letter back to the mountain, and any disciple of this sect who sees him will bring him to the medicine hall first."

Although helpless, but it had to be so.

After dinner, Su Yanjun and Liang Chi played a chess game, but Mu Xiyuan kept thinking about the fire in Shantang and the back of that familiar figure. She sat and watched the chess game for a while, but her heart became faintly anxious.

He simply stood up, greeted the two of them, only said that he wanted to go out for a breath, and then walked out of the hospital.

On a spring evening, the wind is still relatively cool, and once the air is stuffy in the room, a little bit of dim yellow and warm light is revealed in the windows of every household. Mu Xiyuan walked slowly towards Shantang, the wind blew up his large disciple uniform, and there was a trace of loneliness in his back.

There are only a few old people living in the shantang now, the lights are out, and the gatekeeper doesn't know if he is going to drink or gamble, but he has disappeared. Mu Xiyuan gently pushed the door of Shantang, and the old door shaft made a slight creaking sound. After hesitating for a moment, he jumped silently and landed firmly in the courtyard.

The shantang in Evian Town is not big, with two rows of bungalows housing about twenty elderly people and children. The one that was on fire before was at the top, and half of it had collapsed. The plane tree next to the room was half charred. The pale moonlight cast the shadows of dead branches on the blackened walls, like the outstretched arms of evil spirits. A kitten with black spots on a yellow background squatted on the wall, watching Mu Xiyuan slowly come forward with round eyes.

The door was burnt down, and Mu Xiyun walked into a piece of debris.

Thinking about it, the shantang was in a lot of trouble, and no one had cleaned up the burnt house. The burning carbon stove was crushed under the collapsed bricks and tiles, and there were faint stains of four human figures on the kang next to it.

Mu Xiyun took two steps closer and was waiting to take a closer look. The kitten suddenly meowed and jumped down the wall. Mu Xiyun drew out his sword, but no sound was heard.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, returning the sword to the sheath, but a strange feeling suddenly rose up, as if a string in his heart had been violently plucked, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Before she could tell what the feeling was, Mu Xiyuan twisted her body abruptly and took half a step, and sure enough, a palm wind slashed the tip of her nose from top to bottom, and the slashing style immediately slashed again. Mu Xiyuan greeted them with the palm of their hands, and the two of them had already fought several tricks, but they were silent and did not alert anyone in the hospital.

The visitor's face was covered with a towel, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. The two of them tacitly did not move down the plate, and only used their hands to fight in the narrow space. After a few moves, the masked man suddenly approached and seemed to collide with his head. Mu Xiyuan took a step back, but was tripped by the overturned chair under his feet, and the opponent grabbed his right wrist. He was about to fight back, but the masked man suddenly "shush".

There was the sound of the door opening, and the middle-aged man who was guarding the door was humming a little song drunkenly, pushing the door and approaching the courtyard.

The two of them both quieted down, listening to the man closing the door, getting on the chain, pouring water in the yard to wash his face, and walking into his hut, snoring soon followed.

Only then did Mu Xiyuan realize that one of her wrists was being held, and the other hand was twisted behind her. It was a gesture of being hugged, and the other's eyes were staring at her.

He blushed and kicked out, the masked man seemed to chuckle slightly, raised his legs to block the kick, clenched his hands, and whispered in his ear: "Stop hitting, this shantang is weird. ."

The breath of hot flashes lingered in his ears, and the tips of Mu Xiyuan's ears were red, and he pulled out his sword when he broke free of his wrist. The man retreated three steps in a flash, and he hit the sword edge while waving his sleeve, and was cut into a large slit.

The masked man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't move, letting Mu Xiyun's sword rest on his neck.

"Who are you?" Mu Xiyun asked in a low voice.

The man raised his hand and gently pushed the sword edge away, and said softly, "I'm not your enemy. Look," he pointed at the Tukang: "Do you find these four marks strange?"

For some reason, Mu Xiyun intuitively felt that the other party was not malicious, but instead, there was a trace of... closeness. This feeling made him quite embarrassed, so he had no choice but to turn his eyes and look at the kang.

I only glanced at the room just now, and could only tell that the four children were burned to death on the kang, so they would leave traces. Looking closely now, the four traces are actually similar in color and very uniform.

"It's really weird," Mu Xiyun pondered: "The fire was started from the charcoal stove by the wall, there must be smoke after the fire, and a few children will inevitably cough no matter how sound they sleep, how can they still be neat and tidy. Could it be that those children were already unconscious or dead at that time? Even if they were already unconscious and the fire started to burn from one side of the wall, the four traces should not be so even.”

"Indeed," the masked man said, "but this happened two months ago.

orphan

No one cares, and it is estimated that the government has just gone through the motions. Now that the body has been cremated, I am afraid that it will not be possible to test again. "

"But what's the point of killing a few fatherless orphans?"

"Who knows?" The masked man gave him a deep look and said, "People are unpredictable. Some things in this world, even if you see them with your own eyes, are not necessarily the truth."

"What does this mean?" Mu Xiyun blurted out and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

The masked man didn't answer and took a few steps back out of the hut.As soon as he jumped up to the wall, he turned his head and said softly: "You are busy, I will help you keep an eye on Shantang." After speaking, he disappeared.

Linjia Inn.

Zhang Jinjin was sitting at the table, examining a stack of words he bought from the town.

The door opened.

The masked man in black tore off the cloth on his face, holding his sleeves that were half torn open, and asked leisurely, "Profit merchants, are you in the business of medicinal materials?"

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Gu Qingqiao: I'm so happy to finally meet Ayun!

Author: Who is that person?

Mu Xiyun: Pretend, keep pretending!

Chapter 7 The maze

The next day, Gu Shun came to the medicine hall to pick up people early, and the three of them went to the corpse dumping ground on the west side of the city together.

Walking up the mountain along the place where found the fabric the day before, the woods gradually became deeper, and the mountain road gradually became steeper. It was hard to imagine how a child under ten years old could escape the murderer's pursuit while running from such a road.downhill.Thinking of the bruises and scars on the whole body of the child, it is very likely that this part of the road was caused.