Although he could only see the top of this person's hair, Pu Yangxuan could roughly tell what he was doing by using the cold moonlight.

He looked left and right, as if he was looking for something.

Maybe it was coming to the Miasma Valley to look for the royal treasures of hundreds of years ago, maybe it was someone who patrolled outside the valley from the remnants of the previous dynasty, or maybe it was just an ordinary passerby.

The man looked at it for a moment, and as he was aware of the prying eyes from the trees, he turned back into the woods, and made another "thud" sound.

He didn't have anyone with him - when a fire lit up in the forest, Pu Yangxuan had the first conclusion.

Then, he couldn't have come in search of royal treasures.

No treasure thief would come alone.

Pu Yangxuan waited quietly for a moment, smelling the aroma of barbecued meat, he grabbed a new small porcelain bottle between his two fingers, slowly took it out, and threw it into the valley in the blink of an eye.

Each silver thread was long enough for the other end of the silver thread to hold in his hand when the porcelain vase fell into the miasma.

His movements were silent, and the people in the woods were smacking their mouths to eat the barbecue.

Estimating that it was almost over, Pu Yangxuan slowly retracted the silver thread, the wind muffled the extremely small sound, and he paid attention to the people in the willow forest while retracting the thread.

It was about the time when he was full of wine and food, and after a sigh, a low humming sound sounded like a local ballad.

Pu Yangxuan's heart moved slightly, but he didn't stop the movement in his hand, after the distance was about the same, his arm was raised up violently, the silver thread contracted, and the small porcelain vase jumped in front of him with the silver thread.

He used the soft leather he had prepared to hold the porcelain vase with lightning speed before it fell, and then pressed the mouth of the bottle with a wooden stopper, and then quickly stuffed these things into another leather pocket, tightening the mouth to prevent the miasma from escaping.

When all this was done, the sound of the people in the woods humming a tune was lowered, and silence returned to all around, with the occasional bird cooing twice.

It's like falling asleep.

Pu Yangxuan had already taken a good look at the surrounding environment, and when a few birds were jumping and chirping among the branches and leaves, he jumped and landed lightly on a nearby tree, and so on, he was already far away from that person.

That person may not have been aware of his presence and had not followed suit.

Pu Yangxuan looked at the miasma-shrouded valley, which seemed even more quiet and mysterious in the middle of the night.

He simply sat cross-legged on the branch and looked patiently at the valley.

After experiencing the Luojiang lair, the remnants of the previous dynasty will definitely be more cautious and vigilant, but the surrounding patrols will definitely not be less, but they will be more secretive and cautious.

What he has to do is to eliminate his sense of existence as much as possible, as if he is integrated with the grass, trees and leaves, so that people will not be aware of his existence, and then will not attract any attention, so that he can catch the clues of the remnants of the previous dynasty.

Time slipped away little by little, the mountains and wilderness were still calm, Pu Yangxuan remained motionless, blinking his eyes slowly, and would definitely not miss any abnormal changes in the valley.

About the time passed, Pu Yangxuan's expression suddenly turned grim, and his eyes were fixed on a certain place in the valley.

The wind still rustled through the branches and leaves, but it was a few more aggravated sounds from time to time, as if like him, he planned to use all the normal sounds and changes in heaven and earth to cover his existence.

In a short time, several black shadows rushed straight into the sky from the swirling miasma, and then, bathed in moonlight, a pair of wings spread out in mid-air, emitting a slender and cold whistling sound.

Pu Yangxuan recognized that they were a few goshawks, but their bodies were much larger than ordinary goshawks, and their wings were spread out to a foot, and when they flew into the sky, they were like a dark cloud, covering the sky and the sun, and the moonlight fell on their eyes, flashing brighter than a gem.

He thought of the vicious giant dog he saw under the Luo River.

He looked coldly at the goshawk hovering over the miasma valley, and leaned as far back as he could against the trunk of the tree.

This type of goshawk is very sensitive and alert, can spot prey hiding in subtle details, and if it is domesticated properly, it can even understand people's commands and distinguish between friend and foe.

No matter how cautious people are to patrol around the valley, they will leave clues, but goshawks are different, they already grow in the mountains and fields, and their oversized size will only make people think that they are affected by miasma.

There were a total of five goshawks, four of which flew in four directions, south, east, west, and west, and the remaining one continued to circle.

Fortunately, Pu Yangxuan found a bush with shelter around him to hide at the beginning, as long as he didn't make a noise, it was difficult to be discovered by the goshawk.

A goshawk roared overhead, and a huge shadow fell, as if a huge mountain was about to fall from the sky, giving people a sense of suffocation.

Pu Yangxuan glanced up, and the sharp claws of the goshawk were enough to penetrate the person's body and put the person to death.

He didn't dare to move, not to mention that he had to fight with the flying in the sky, it was much more troublesome than the giant wolf and vicious dog, and the odds were hard to say.

At this moment, a cold arrow shot out of the forest, and the body of the arrow pierced the air with a sharp and piercing sound, making Puyang Xuan frown slightly.

The cold arrow flew fast, and silver lightning flashed in mid-air, approaching the goshawk.

The cold arrow has a thousand powers, even if it flies into the air, it still has undiminished momentum, and it looks like it is about to hit the belly of the goshawk, but the goshawk seems to sense the danger approaching, and suddenly chirps, the cloud-like wings shake, and the body passes lightly, and then the claws are opened, grabbing the cold arrow that is about to pass by.

Pu Yangxuan narrowed his eyes, these flies were not single and huge, and they were more intelligent than they imagined.

But...... Where did that cold arrow come from?

Pu Yangxuan instantly thought of the person who appeared in the forest before.

Is that him?

Whether it was friend or foe was still uncertain, he silently looked at the direction where the cold arrow was shot.

There was no movement there, and the goshawk that was originally hovering in the middle flew over, and after the two giant eagles chirped a few times, they swooped down on the source of the cold arrow, and the huge claws broke the tall cedar tree in a few clicks, and the stump was thrown directly down the valley.

Pu Yangxuan looked at it calmly, even if he was in the distance, he could still feel the fluctuations in the woods and the trembling of the ground, which showed the ferocity of the goshawk.

Suddenly, a terrible cry of terror rang out, and the goshawk soared into the air.

A sharp light flashed in Pu Yangxuan's eyes as he saw the goshawk's claws grasping a person.

The nails pierced the man's thighs like sharp hooks, not immediately, but painful.

The goshawk flew higher and higher, and the others gathered together, and they played a game of shame.

One threw the person out, and the other flew around the falling person twice, grabbed the person, and threw them out again, and so on and so forth, and the screams came and went, and it was very terrifying.

And the goshawk had a great time.

Even Pu Yangxuan felt very uncomfortable after listening to it for a long time.