The steps are long, and there is a light shining slightly on the surrounding wind, a little light, which makes the mountain road dim and dark, and the temperature in the mountain is cool, but the humidity is also heavy, which makes people's noses uncomfortable, in such a summer night, I and the miscellaneous trail walked down the steps slowly, which was originally a very pleasant thing, but with the mountain wind that faint smell of blood came, we couldn't help but be surprised.

My muscles and I tensed up, and we shouted a warning as we ran briskly towards the source of the smell of blood down the mountain.

Not far from the peak, the sound of the miscellaneous trail was strong, shouting so loudly, the peak naturally had movement - someone knew, so we had no scruples, took the wooden sword we were carrying in our hands, and rushed down, a long distance, and soon rolled down a small path at the edge of the steps, and was about to chase forward, when we saw a few black shadows rushing up from the bottom of the mountain.

Wu was frightened, and the horizontal sword was on guard, but who knew that the black shadow at the head shouted loudly towards us: "Senior Brother Xiao, what happened to your side? ”

It turned out to be Zhu Rui, Pang Huasen and Zhang Xinyi, who came to meet us, I was anxious about the source of the smell of blood, and I was not in a hurry to say hello, so I turned around and sprinted, leaving a miscellaneous trail behind to greet everyone: "Just down the mountain, there was a strong smell of blood, hurry up and follow me to check!" ”

Turning into the path, the light suddenly became more dim, and after a while, the smell was only with the wind, and then there was none, I followed the impression and searched, and finally determined an area, full of grass, and the surrounding mountains and forests seemed to hide countless ghosts, crawling in it, eerie and terrifying, unable to find it at all, so I had to stop.

A few people behind me also followed, asking if they had found it, and I shook my head and said it was gone.

At this time, the Zhenling Hall also rushed from the peak, because it was an extraordinary period, everyone was very vigilant, and more than 20 people came as soon as they came, headed by Li Zefeng. When everyone got together, they talked about the smell of blood, which seemed to be very fresh, but unfortunately it was overgrown with grass and the light was dim, and it was impossible to find it if we didn't look carefully.

Hearing us say this, Zhu Rui couldn't help laughing, and said Hey, this is easy to do, Pang Huasen's nose is smarter than a dog, let him smell it?

In fact, there is no need for Zhu Rui to say, Pang Huasen is already in action, just when we are discussing whether the smell of blood is left by the murderer who killed again, Pang Huasen has already taken out a small fluffy thing from the depths of the grass.

It was a fat squirrel, with supple golden hair, like a doll, and a fluffy tail like the most beautiful scarf. The little creature was very flattering, but there was a bloody wound on its neck, as if it had been bitten out by something.

It turned out that the smell of blood actually came from here, and the disciples of the Earthquake Spirit Hall looked at us a little strangely, as if they were blaming me for making a fuss with the miscellaneous hairy path.

I also felt that there were some oolongs, touching my head and not speaking, but at this time, someone recognized this little thing: "Isn't this the little squirrel of Aunt Baozi's grandmother?" Hearing this, everyone who was already preparing to leave surrounded them again, and they all came forward to take a look, and they were all sure: "It's true, I've seen her bring her to the mountain to play before......

Seeing this little thing's life, some people began to worry, saying that this little aunt and grandmother didn't take care of their own treasure, and they would die at the foot of our mountain at this time, so they wouldn't blame us, right?

Hearing these words, and thinking of the various difficulties and difficulties of the female disciple of the Elder Chuangong, the disciples of the Zhenling Hall all retreated in horror, and some people nodded, saying that it would be, this little aunt and grandmother have been raising this little squirrel like a favorite baby since she brought this little squirrel back from the back mountain, and she is very spoiled, if she knows that her own squirrel is gnawed, she will definitely go crazy......

After saying this, I suddenly felt that the crowded area was empty, and the air was much fresher, and it turned out that all the disciples of the Zhenling Hall who were disheveled in clothes disappeared without a trace, just like playing chicken blood and running a hundred-meter race, leaving behind these members of our master team, as well as Li Zefeng and a few other responsible disciples.

But even if he stayed, Li Zefeng was a little apprehensive, and discussed with us, saying that there are many wild things in this Maoshan area, maybe it was some wild fox that gnawed this little squirrel, but since it is under the peak, it has nothing to do with us, I will go back first, the family teacher is only afraid that at this time, he will come back.

After saying that, he left in a hurry, and the miscellaneous hairy trail grabbed this cute and obese little squirrel before his death, and his fluffy tail was raised, and his brows were not raised.

Pang Huasen saw that he was suspicious and refused to leave, smiled, and said Keming, you haven't been back to my Maoshan for many days, and I am afraid that we have no memory of the wild things here - whether it is a fox or a wild cat, they are very fierce, although this squirrel is clever, but if you provoke those things, you will definitely be invincible. Alas, Baozi didn't take it well, and there was no way to die.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao seemed to be able to think of the sad expression on Baozi's cute little face when he lost his little friend who had been with him, and couldn't help but sigh.

He couldn't bear it in his heart, so he found a burden to wrap it, saying that he would see people when he died, and he would give Baozi an explanation no matter what.

Zhu Rui, Pang Huasen and others came to pick us up and take us to the torture hall for a meeting, but they didn't expect to happen to bump into this incident, and after this side was confirmed, they took us away. That Maoshan Torture Hall is a frightening place in the hearts of Maoshan disciples, it seems that in the valley of the back mountain, Liu Xuedao, the elder of the torture hall, does not appear much on weekdays, it is extremely mysterious, and the appearance of the ceremony that day is more or less to take care of Tao Jinhong's face, so it is like this, but we don't need to go to the mysterious place in the Houshan Valley, but come to a pavilion next to the Mirror Lake.

This place was temporarily used as the residence of the torture hall, specializing in dealing with the case of Mao Tongzhen's sudden death, as well as tracking down the person who infiltrated Maoshan and other related matters.

After a while, we came to this pavilion, which was brightly lit, and more than ten pairs of masters from various peaks and halls gathered here, in addition, there were many torture hall disciples with swastika on their chests and wearing black robes, Zhu Rui led us to sit in the hall.

We were the last to arrive, and there was still blood on our bodies, and a middle-aged man with an ancient face in the center of the hall frowned and asked Zhu Rui what was going on? We also know this middle-aged man, he is Feng Qiankun, the eldest disciple of Liu Xuedao, who is presiding over the work here, judging by his behavior and momentum, he is also a powerful master, Zhu Rui reported truthfully, Feng Qiankun nodded, indicating that he knew, but he didn't say much, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Since everyone is here, then we will have a meeting to talk about the murder of Elder Mao Tongzhen, and report on today's progress......"

Feng Qiankun spoke on the stage, and his speech was also concise and concise, reporting the facts of the case, as well as the place searched today, and then made some analysis, there are no more than three murderers, one of which is coveted by a cult, and this one has a criminal record. The second is the internal ghost, someone has a personal vendetta with Elder Mao, so he is killed, and the most likely thing is the collusion between the inside and outside, if it is really like this, the problem becomes very serious......

In fact, we are all people who do specific things, Feng Qiankun didn't explain his words very clearly, but just explained to us the place where the murderer might be hiding, and reminded us that the murderer is a master with a sword, don't act alone, otherwise you won't know what to do if you die, and you can't blame anyone.

The meeting here was almost over, Feng Qiankun was arranging tasks, and suddenly a black-robed disciple hurriedly ran in from outside the door and reported inside: "Fu Jun, the real person in charge of the lamp, was attacked and seriously injured, and the murderer fled to the back mountain, Elder Liu and others have chased after him, and ordered us to go to support......

As soon as these words came out, nearly sixty or seventy people in the hall couldn't help but hum, exploded the pot, and chattered, and Feng Qiankun was also a very responsible person, he didn't panic at the moment, he stopped loudly with a cold face, and then began to arrange tasks, who stayed on guard, who went to the Zhenling Temple to investigate, who went with him to the back mountain to meet his master, everything was arranged properly and clearly.

After arranging these things, he also specially stepped forward and handed over to me and the miscellaneous hairy trail, saying that there were not many masters in pursuit of this trip, so please come with me to the back mountain for reinforcements. I nodded with Miscellaneous Hair and said okay, listen to the instructions.

In an emergency, everyone didn't say much, hurriedly packed up their belongings, and then ran in their respective directions.

The paper armor horse we used before was not a unified equipment, so only three or two people ran quickly, while the rest of the people ran according to their own group, my heart was very anxious, knowing that the death of the squirrel of the bun may not be accidental, maybe it was the means of the murderer who infiltrated, "he" must have led away the disciples of the Zhenling Temple, so he got the gap and succeeded in the sneak attack.

Thinking of this, my heart was full of guilt, but I didn't go far when Pang Huasen, who had been following me at a steady pace, suddenly leaned and fell into the grass.

This sudden situation startled me, our team all stopped and surrounded us, Feng Qiankun passed by us, and did not pause, and ordered Zhu Rui to take care of us, he went over first, and followed after a while. A few of us gathered around Pang Watson and asked him what was going on? He didn't speak, and there was a ho-ho sound in his throat, as if he had phlegm in his throat and couldn't breathe.

Zhu Rui and Zamao Xiaodao were surrounded in front, I couldn't see anything, and I was about to squeeze forward, but I heard Zhang Xinyi pointing at Pang Huasen's palm and screaming: "Mao, Mao ......"