Suddenly, the golden thread suddenly straightened.
Mu Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes almost fell out of his sockets, and his mouth opened wide, as if his throat was being strangled by some force.
Xiaolan was shocked when she suddenly became like this.
"run!……"
A shrill cry came out of Mu Yun's mouth.
She was in pain.
"Mu Yun!...Mu Yun!" Xiaolan recognized that the person occupying her body at this moment was the real Mu Yun, "Mu Yun, how should we deal with Qiu Yuan?"
Maybe it's just this moment.
"Run!...Hurry!...Go back!..." Mu Yun's scream was fragmented, and the bloodshot eyes in his pupils gradually became clear, "Go back quickly! Wheelchair...Run!..."
As Mu Yun spoke, he clenched his hands tightly and made a downward tapping motion. The muscles all over his body were tense and looked close to convulsions.
She may have reached her limit.
Xiaolan received the message but didn't fully understand it.
But an uneasy feeling came over me.
run? Mu Yun told herself to run, leave here, go back...
Where to go back?
Xiaolan thought of Grandma Huoyu's house next door, and Bai Su and Jasmine who were resting there at the moment.
Could it be...
Xiaolan's back suddenly became cold.
Mu Yun struggled to spit out these words, then rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.
It must be extremely difficult for her to fight for control of her body.
But Xiaolan no longer cares about this.
When Mu Yun wakes up again, he will probably be the fake one. Instead of just standing here observing her condition, Mu Yun's advice seems more urgent.
Xiaolan didn't dare to delay for a second. The wheelchair turned quickly and soon pushed open the dilapidated old door of Granny Huoyu's house.
"Jasmine?"
no answer.
Xiaolan was cold all over and came to the sofa with her eyes wide open.
Bai Su disappeared.
With the last glimmer of hope, Xiaolan called softly and opened the doors to all the rooms.
Jasmine and Bai Su disappeared.
Xiaolan quickly took out the Oscar from his pocket and asked, "Do you feel it? What's your master's current condition?"
Oscar finally showed up, looking confused when faced with Xiaolan's questioning.
"Hululu... snore?"
I don't understand it at all...
"Hulu... snore..."
I can feel that Oscar has worked very hard.
But language is really...
"Let's do this," Xiaolan grabbed Oscar, "You take me to find your master."
Oscar understood, he bowed his waist, jumped off Xiaolan's lap, and started running with a huff.
Xiaolan quickly followed behind.
This direction seems to be approaching the altar.
He hadn't noticed yet, but the sky had already turned dark. Seeing that the time for the villagers to gather and wait for the ritual was approaching, and combined with this direction, Xiaolan probably understood what would happen tonight.
Sure enough, from far away, you can see dots of people.
Without Fengmu, Qiuyuan looked alone, but his demeanor and movements seemed not to be affected at all.
Mu Yun stood in front of the altar, holding a handkerchief, covering his face and sobbing softly, but Xiaolan knew that it was the fake Mu Yun who was pretending at this moment.
Seeing Granny Huo Yu sitting in a wheelchair, people standing outside let out large and small exclamations, and unconsciously made a way to the altar inside.
"she……"
"Why is she here?"
"She's not dead yet..."
"I thought...it turns out..."
Qiuyuan's brainwashing of the villagers seems to be very successful.
But Bai Su and Jasmine were nowhere to be seen.
"Oscar, where are they?" Xiaolan asked gently.
Oscar stopped moving forward, grabbed Xiaolan's trousers and climbed back onto her lap, turned around and pointed towards the altar.
They were nearby, but Oscar didn't dare go there.
Could it be something?
Fake Muyun, who was crying, glanced at Xiaolan from the corner of his eye. He blocked it with one hand and gave Qiu Yuanfei an express look.
Qiu Yuan said nothing, looking at Xiaolan standing quietly in the distance with a smile. He was playing with an exquisite ancient rattle in his hand. It was a magic weapon that he had seen in the box. It should also be used by Fengmu to control the twelve flags. Tool of.
Isn't there only one rattle?
Or, this is the one Feng Mu uses...
Xiaolan didn't dare to think about the second possibility.
Pengmu was clearly trapped in the overlapping space by himself, and no one should be able to break it except himself. Not long ago, he went to confirm the situation, and Pengmu was still quietly staying in it...
"Huo Yu, you're still here."
Qiuyuan showed an extremely gentle smile, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, looking friendly and harmless.
"You put..."
"Everyone!" Before Xiaolan finished speaking, Qiuyuan interrupted loudly and waved his hands flatly, as if to signal the crowd to quiet down, "Everyone, I want to announce something very regretful to everyone."
After saying that, Qiuyuan stretched out his left hand and pointed at Xiaolan, "I, Qiuyuan, and my senior brother Fengmu. Since coming to this big fire village, I have done my best to solve all kinds of strange things for the villagers. You must have witnessed it."
The crowd erupted in approval.
"good!"
"Master has done a lot for us..."
"Yes! Master is right..."
"Master, what can I do for you..."
Qiuyuan pressed his right hand down, while his left hand was still pointing at Xiaolan, his voice was solemn and low, "I have a fellow senior brother Fengmu, and I have always been kind to others, so after such a tragic incident happened to senior brother Fengmu, I was also curious about who did this. Waiting for evil deeds, after thinking about it, it turns out that it is only this former alien village chief who may have hatred for us..."
"It's the old witch again!"
"Kill her!"
"She must have killed the village chief too!"
"It must be her!"
The ignorant and angry eyes of the villagers focused on Xiaolan. In addition to the sense of crisis that was like a thorn in the back, Xiaolan also felt pathetic.
"I didn't identify it casually. Because I don't believe in the evil of human nature, I did some research." Qiuyuan beat his chest with his right hand, looking distressed. "Unexpectedly, I found the corpse next to the tragic death of my senior brother Feng Mu. Traces of witchcraft! These traces of witchcraft are exactly the traces of the Fire Feather Wizard who appeared after we entered the village and tried to expel us from the village!"
Qiuyuan shook the fingertips of his left hand, and Xiaolan felt as if a knife was flying towards him with the tip of his finger.
The crowd raised what they had in their hands, including sickles, hoes, and even sachets and dustpans for needlework. Everyone raised their objects one after another, preparing to hit Xiaolan.
"She should be killed!"
"She should have been killed long ago, and she should not have been spared her life!"
"Kill old lady Huo Yu!"
Xiaolan squeezed the armrests of her wheelchair and looked around at the villagers who had turned into demons.
It sounds like this kind of thing has happened before.
Grandma Huoyu once faced the ill will towards her from the villagers she desperately wanted to protect.
Xiaolan has no feelings for the villagers and only thinks they are ridiculous.
But how desperate Huo Yu would have been at that time.
Xiaolan snorted coldly, turned the wheelchair and walked towards the altar.
Qiuyuan narrowed his eyes and watched Xiaolan gradually approach.
Xiaolan stopped in front of him, her eyes calm.
"Where's my butterfly?"
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