"Go and have a look." Jing Huang said.
Luo Binhan thought he was going to walk, but he saw a layer of reddish smoke rising from the ground. Red clouds filled the air, covering Yaleriga, Momolo and him in an instant.
Jing Huang looked at Bendis: "Are you coming?"
Bendis hugged Qiqi and slowly took two steps back. Its shadowy outline trembled and trembled like a frightened cat, its blood-red eyes fixed on the red cloud.
Jing Huang seemed to understand something. He flicked his sleeves and said, "You and the two kids can wait here. If you have any problems, smash this."
He shook out a jade jade from his sleeve and threw it towards Bendis. Bendis still seemed nervous and quickly handed the jade to Qiqi for safekeeping.
Jing Huang ignored it. Red clouds rise from the ground, flying over the treetops into the distance. Luo Binhan had adapted a lot this time. He squatted on the edge of the red cloud and looked down carefully.
The pine forest stretches endlessly, just like the blue sea with waves. The land gradually rises at the end of the green waves, showing the outline of winding mountains.
Jing Huang stood in the whistling wind, his broken hair being blown wildly. Luo Binhan noticed that his hair seemed to be much longer than when they first met.
Red clouds stopped at the highest point of the mountain range. Jing Huang stared at the clouds and mists in the mountains for a long time, as if he had fallen into a fugue.
Luo Binhan crawled over and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Observe Qi." Jing Huang said. His eyes were still staring into space.
Luo Binhan looked down in the direction of his gaze and saw only swaying mountain trees and vast clouds of smoke.
"Are you looking lonely?"
Jing Huang ignored him. The black jade knife swam out from his collar and vibrated continuously, like ice beads rolling on a plate or a stone striking a bell. The mountain mist rolled up at the sound, blowing up the heavy clouds on the peaks, and the mist changed for a moment, like a dragon or snake swimming in and overturning it.
Luo Binhan was fascinated when he heard Jing Huang say, "Yes."
The red cloud slowly swam forward, drifting towards a lonely peak. The vegetation among the peaks is sparse and the rocks are rugged, making my heart tremble when I look at them.
Jing Huang stretched out his fingers and tapped the side of the jade sword. Its sound echoed in Changlan, spreading far and near. Suddenly a black dot flew up from the peaks, and when it reached the front of the red clouds, it was a red-clawed goshawk. The black feathers are sharp, the lightning is flying, and the expression is very handsome.
It landed on the top of the clouds and bowed its head to Jing Huang. When it raised its head, everyone discovered that it had half a bloody dead rat in its beak.
"Grass," Jing Huang said, "go away and come back after eating. Or get another bird."
The goshawk cooed and flew away.
A few minutes later a brown-feathered owl flew up. It seemed that it had not yet woken up. It almost fell over when it lowered its head to salute, and then kept making circles with its head at Jing Huang.
"Huang your mother," Jing Huang said, "I am looking for a human wolf, or a werewolf. He should live near this mountain. Have you seen him?"
The owl nodded dreamily.
"Lead the way. I'm going to ransack his house."
The owl swung down from the clouds and flew towards the mountain peak with a sinister atmosphere. The red cloud followed closely behind it. They bypassed the chaotic peaks and rocks and got into a deep stream. A cold wind blew in the stream, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Eventually the owl landed on a dead tree. It barked twice, stretched its head to explore the opposite mountain wall. The bottom of the wall was messy with claw marks, and a bottomless grotto was faintly visible.
There is a small depression on the ground in front of the cave, which seems to have been dug to collect rainwater. However, at this moment, it was dyed bright red.
The red color is as beautiful as a rose, extending from the blood pool into the depths of the cave. The color looks like new.
The owl in the tree seemed to sense the ominous situation. It concentrated and observed for a while, then flew directly towards Jing Huang and buried its head into his arms.
Jing Huang pulled it out at once: "Are you going crazy?"
The owl hooted restlessly. Jing Huang had no choice but to take out a jade bottle from his sleeve. He dipped a little light green grease into the bottle and fed it to the owl, then waved his hand and said, "It's none of your business, let's go."
He threw away the reluctant owl and walked towards the blood-filled grotto. When they crossed the puddle of blood, Luo Binhan suddenly came to his senses. He realized that this seemed to be the first time he had seen blood since he boarded the Silence.
Momolo carefully pulled him forward. The cave was dark and poorly ventilated, and there was a strong stench inside. At first Luo Binhan could bear it, but later he could no longer bear the urge to retching. Jing Huang glanced back at him, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it to him.
"It's something smoked with soothing water, just use it."
There was a strange cold fragrance on the silk handkerchief, which made Luo Binhan feel much more relaxed. When his thoughts calmed down, he quickly caught the faint humming sound coming from the distance. It was like the sound of a large number of mosquitoes and flies flying around.
After a dozen steps forward, the narrow mountain gap suddenly opened up. They seemed to have entered a large stone hall. Luo Binhan couldn't see the surroundings clearly, but he could hear Jing Huang's unhappy click of tongue and Momoluo's sigh full of pity.
"What's going on?" he asked nervously.
Momolo patted him soothingly and said, "It's not dangerous, Mr. Luo. Please don't panic. This will put a lot of burden on your heart."
Before Luo Binhan had time to ask, Jing Huang had already knocked twice on the wall. The oil lamps originally fixed on the stone wall lit up at the same time, and the bright red flames illuminated the entire rotunda.
The hall was filled with beautiful red.
The walls, heads, and feet were all covered in rich blood. In the center of the stone hall, an intact gray wolf skin lay quietly there. It was big enough to wrap around three or four adults.
The giant wolf's head faces the entrance. The blood hole without eyeballs stared at Luo Binhan like a black hole. Several flying insects moved in and out of it, and their pincer-shaped mouthparts brought out a little bit of dried blood and brain matter.
"Yalai." Jing Huang said.
Yaleriga stepped forward. She first looked around the hall, checking the ground and blood stains, then reached out and turned over the wolf skin in the middle.
Finally she looked back at Jing Huang.
"The wolf was originally a male human. The tips of his fur have turned white and have been cursed for at least three years." She said, "There are old scratches on the wall, similar in height and size to him. This should be his shelter. Fur There are old arrow holes on it, and he was hunted half a year ago at the latest. There are still two days before the full moon, and he has not prepared any soothing herbs in his house - he lives alone, and no one can help him control the curse."
"Does that mean you've lost control a long time ago?"
"Perhaps someone is feeding him flesh and blood." Yaleriga said. "He was attacked at the entrance of the cave. His left leg was injured and bleeding. He escaped into the hall and was killed. The claws and the tips of his teeth were clean, and the murderer was not injured. All the blood here should be his. There is a lot of blood in the mouth, nose, ears and eye sockets, and the fur is intact."
She looked around with some confusion. The stone hall had turned into a blood chamber.
"I don't know what the murderer did." She continued, "Some force squeezed the flesh and blood out of his facial features and painted it on the wall. His bones were shattered, but the fur and head were intact. It could be a curse, Venom or insects.”
Jing Huang crossed his arms and thought, "Is that all?"
"There's one more thing." Yaleriga said, "The murderer left something for us."
She stood up and lifted off the entire wolf skin.
There was a rag under the wolf's skin. There was blood all around, but the rags were extremely clean. Two things lay quietly on the cloth: a worn book and a wooden painting painted in blood.
Yaleriga held up the painting, and the content on it was concise and clear.
A palace floating in the air, with its upper and lower structures as symmetrical as a shuttle. On top and bottom of it stood a small figure. The person at the top holds a staff and wears a crown; the person at the bottom wears a cloak and hides a sharp knife on his back.
All the lines in the painting are painted with blood, except for the eyes of the little man at the top, which are bright blue. Those are two sapphire fragments embedded in the painting board.
Luo Binhan suddenly heard the sound of Jing Huang grinding his teeth.
"It's that old cunt again..."
