This made Lin Wu confused.

The last second she was still in the cave, and the next second, she appeared in an open space. There were many houses and buildings around it, which looked like a small village.

In the distance, there are mountains on three sides and snow all the way to the sky. It is somewhere in the snowy area.

She should be at the entrance of the village. Dozens of people in front of her were shouting something with their backs to her, but it was too noisy to hear clearly.

No one noticed her.

Lin Wu's body reacted faster than her brain, and she left quietly. She didn't know the situation, and it would be disadvantageous for her to confront it head-on.

Lin Wu hesitated for a moment, then found a household and borrowed some clothes that were drying in the yard to cover his casual clothes which were strange to the villagers.

Then he turned back to where he was just now.

There was an altar in front of them, and three people with black and red paint on their faces were probably offering sacrifices, mumbling something. Lin Wu couldn't understand.

Behind them was a huge rectangular stone with a man with his hands and feet bound on it, his long black hair spread out on one side.

Judging from his figure, he looks like a young man.

Motionless.

When the priest had finished speaking, he suddenly drew out a dagger, turned around and walked to the stone bed.

The villagers under the altar fell silent and looked up expectantly.

The next moment, Lin Wu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The three men used knives to cut several pieces of meat from the man!

One of them even slashed the man's wrist hard and took out a bowl to catch the gushing blood.

The same action followed! Immediately, they waved their arms at the villagers, as if to say that it was okay.

The villagers became excited again, and rushed forward, lining up at the bottom of the stairs and waiting!

Lin Wu almost vomited.

What is this place? ? How did she get here? Does the ginkgo tree have a magic to travel through space? ?

Lin Wu wanted to leave, but was stopped by a nearby woman.

Lin Wu reflexively covered her face with her sleeves and pretended to yawn so that the other party would not recognize her.

She was not sure whether the village was xenophobic, and if so, whether there would be any extreme actions.

Maybe it was the effect of the clothes on her body. The woman didn't doubt it. She just said something and pointed at the altar. The general meaning was probably to ask Lin Wu where he would go if he didn't follow her.

Lin Wu had no choice but to shake his head and join the queue with his head lowered. Only then did the woman turn around.

Lin Wu didn't want to stay and planned to go to a safe place to think about what to do.

But the man on the stage suddenly moved! He was alive!

The man seemed not to want to look at the people around him. He turned his head to look at the empty distance below the stage. His exposed face was also painted with strange paint, almost covering most of his face.

Only a pair of black eyes, as numb and emotionless as dead water, were clear. The eyes were long and narrow, with beautiful yet cold and dull lines.

In an instant, Lin Wu's expression changed slightly.

Those eyes look a lot like Mochuan!

No, he should be in the Thirteen Ridges now...but I don’t know if this place is within the scope of the Thirteen Ridges!

Seeing that there was almost no good place on the man's body, Lin Wu shouted, "Stop!"

The crowd quieted down and turned around in unison.

The people on the altar also stopped and looked at Lin Wu in confusion. They had not yet recognized that Lin Wu was not one of their people.

The man on the stone platform seemed to have some fluctuations in his eyes, but soon became lifeless and silent.

Lin Wu rushed onto the stage, snatched the dagger from one of the priests, cut the rope that bound the man's right hand, and then cut the left side.

The villagers and priests finally reacted and came to stop Lin Wu angrily.

Surprisingly, the priests knew magic and the villagers were also very skilled and strong.

But Lin Wu is not weak either. Even though she has not recovered yet, she is much stronger than ordinary people.

Even so, it still took Lin Wu a long time to deal with them, making them lose the ability to move and fall to the ground unable to get up.

She quickly went on stage and cut all the ropes that tied up the man.

As soon as she turned around, she met the man's gaze on her. It was a gaze that was so cold that it was oppressive, aggressive, and dangerous.

"...Master?" Lin Wu called tentatively.

The man didn't respond.

Lin Wu called out, "Mochuan?"

This actually made the man seem stunned.

If there is a reaction, it’s Mochuan!

He didn't know her at this time, so it was normal that he had no other reaction.

Lin Wu took off his Tibetan robe and handed it over.

The man looked at her and did not move.

Lin Wu simply put the bandage on him and pulled him up, "Master, let's go and find a place to bandage you."

I don’t know if the man was injured and his consciousness was a little unclear, but he didn’t resist her action and was really pulled up by her. Most of his body weight was leaning on her, causing her to stagger.

Lin Wu quickly calmed himself down. Seeing that he couldn't stand, he guessed that those people must have drugged him.

She simply half squatted forward and tried to carry him on her back.

A slightly hoarse male voice suddenly sounded.

"I am not at all unable to walk."

It's not the same unknown language that the villagers are speaking.

Lin Wu looked back.

The man's voice was inaudible: "Just hold on to me. Go to the southeast hillside. My residence is there."

As he spoke, he looked directly at Lin Wu, his eyes revealing inquiry and confusion.

Finally, there is some life, not as numb as before.

Lin Wu carefully helped him down and said, "Master, please bear with me. I don't have any medicine. I will find a way to bandage your wound later. But why do you live nearby? Could this really be the Thirteen Ridges?"

Her muttering was interrupted by the man.

"What is a master? Me?"

Lin Wu paused, thinking that Mo Chuan didn't know her yet, and said, "It's just a casual name. Don't mind it."

She called him by his name directly: "Mochuan."

The man looked a little surprised, "What did you say?"

"Mochuan."

"you……"

The man was silent.

"But this is the first time I met you, why did you..."

"ah??"

Lin Wu was confused by his irrelevant words.