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The man was hurrying to dodge left and right, turning back and wanting to run. Several disciples of Qingcheng Mountain have rushed to the front. The long-legged man was trapped in a tight siege, shouting in his mouth, but he was still able to resist a few moves. But in the end, he was outnumbered and pushed to the ground by the crowd.
Deng Xian had also arrived at this time and ordered several disciples to tie the man and carry him to the side of the camp. Someone had made a bonfire long ago, and under the light of the fire, the long-legged man finally revealed his true face.
Chapter 42 Seniors
The man had long gray hair, knotted in a mess, covering half of his face. The remaining half of the face is occupied by tangled beards. Because he had just stole the barbecue that was discarded by the crowd, his beard-haired face was covered with sand, grass clippings, and gleaming with oil. When the few disciples saw it, there was an expression on their faces that they couldn't bear to see.
Gu Qingqiao patted Mu Xiyun's shoulder lightly, "Look at his legs."
Mu Xiyun followed his gaze. Just now Gu Qingqiao threw a knife, and they all clearly saw that one of the man's legs was cut off, but at this time, there was no blood on the trousers whose left leg was empty.
The disciple who was vigilant just now also noticed something was wrong and went up to lift his trouser legs. Only then did everyone realize that this person was actually a pair of wooden legs below the knees!
The lower part of the wooden leg is just two wooden sticks, one of which has been cut off, but the part where the wooden leg meets the knee is done very finely. The lower bones fit together perfectly, allowing the joints here to move freely.
Judging from the person's actions just now, he must have been a master of light skills before installing the wooden legs, and the person who installed the wooden legs for him knew this very well, and tried their best to allow him to maximize his skills. This person is very likely to be a master before the disaster.
But now this man didn't have the slightest mastery demeanor, his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't move.
The three girls looked at him pitifully, and took out some jerky and dry food from their luggage and roasted them on the fire. When the aroma of the food came out, the man stopped staring at everyone, and only looked at the food in rough clothes, without concealing the greed in his eyes.
With Senior Sister Qingchengshan's hand, he ate some dry food and jerky, and took a sip of water. The long-legged man finally calmed down, his eyes still full of alertness.
Deng Xian squatted down and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The man seemed to be unable to understand the words, and only kept shaking his head, making a "hoho" sound from his mouth.
I asked a few more questions, but still couldn't communicate at all.
Everyone was greatly disappointed, and a young disciple muttered: "Looking at his body, he thought he was an expert, but he was a lunatic."
Hearing the word "madman", the man was suddenly startled, and muttered in his mouth: "madman, madman..."
All of a sudden, he suddenly shouted: "Brickface, lunatic, they're all dead! They're all dead!"
The voice was so terrifying that everyone felt their hearts tighten when they heard it, and they all became uncomfortable.
Several Qingcheng Mountain disciples stepped forward and shouted: "Dead lunatic, what are you screaming about?"
"Mad, mad, they are mad!" The man struggled frantically, he broke free of the cloth straps that bound his hands, and he kept waving his hands, "All dead! All dead! No one! No one!" "At the end of the shout, his tone gradually became desolate, and he burst into tears as soon as he slapped the ground.
The crowd was so frightened by him that they had to tie him up and throw him aside.
Mu Xiyun frowned and said suspiciously: "Looking at the age of this person, maybe it has something to do with this Hidden Dragon Villa. It's a pity that his words are insane and unbelievable."
Gu Qingqiao glanced at the madman and said in deep thought: "If you want to know more, you can go to the forest to have a look tomorrow."
Deng Xian replied, "Then let's go see it tomorrow." After speaking, he greeted the junior brothers and sisters to go back to rest.
The wooden-legged man made trouble for a long time, afraid that he was tired from crying, and soon fell to sleep, mumbling something in a low voice.
Mu Xiyuan nodded at Gu Qingqiao, and the two slowly walked back to the bonfire.
After two hours of tossing, it was almost dawn. The two of them didn't want to sleep anymore, so they sat by the fire and meditated until dawn.
Despite the tossing of the night, by the next morning, a group of young people were still full of energy. After listening to Deng Xian's words, one by one became excited again.
A group of people entered the woods like an expedition and spread out to look for it. It didn't take much effort to find a hut, which seemed to be the house of the forester of the Hidden Dragon Villa in the past. When the wooden-legged man saw that everyone was about to enter his house, he struggled and roared.
The man was honest when he woke up in the morning. Deng Xian ordered someone to loosen him, but only sent two tall disciples to escort him to follow the team. At this moment, when he struggled, the two disciples were caught off guard and let him break free. The man limped to the door of the hut, pushed the door and rushed in, but didn't come out for a long time.
Mu Xiyuan, Gu Qingqiao, and Deng Xian carefully pushed them away, and saw the man curled up on the bed, holding a piece of clothing in his hand.
It was a winter dress for women. Or because it has been stored for too long, the color of the fabric has become dull, but the beautiful powder blue of the year can be vaguely recognized from the folds of the clothes. Snowflakes are densely embroidered with silver thread on the hem of the jacket, and the sparkles are very gorgeous. The early morning sunlight slanted through the window and slanted on the exquisite embroidery, and the shredded rays of light were like stars attached to a group, making this dilapidated hut reveal some fairy spirit. The dress has a slender waist and a beautiful style. Several people can even imagine the beauty of the beautiful woman wearing this dress looking back and smiling.
The wooden-legged man hugged the woman's skirt, and his turbid eyes returned to a dash of clarity. He caressed the hem of the skirt carefully, as if it were not clothing, but the delicate skin of his lover. After a long time, a tear rolled from his eyes and fell into the dust beside the wooden leg.
Everyone was stunned when they saw him like this.
Mu Xiyun sighed lightly, looked away, and looked at the other furnishings in the house.