There must be some clues.
The shaking branches, the startled night birds, or even the faintest, fleeting light and shadow.
Suddenly, a tiny light flashed across her peripheral vision.
She quickly turned her gaze to the right and rear, only able to catch a glimpse of a disappearing shadow.
Something leaped up and down among the treetops.
The color is like moonlight, thin and bright.
Xiao Nanhui opened his eyes wide, almost unable to believe what he saw.
Then, instinct awakened her memory, and she finally remembered where she had heard that voice before.
She had heard that sound before, both in the old Bear family house in the northern swamp and in the bizarre caves in the Bijiangse Hill.
It's a flying line.
Xiao Nanhui's gaze was fixed on the distant horizon which had returned to calm, and something was hidden in this peaceful forest.
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Deep in the border between mountains and forests, countless night bats roared past.
They encountered a tough hunter and seemed to be in a panic, so they plunged into the depths of the mountains.
There was only one arrow left in Lu Songping's quiver. He paused for a moment, then decisively pulled it out and aimed at the most powerful one among the group of restless black spots.
To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader.
He observed all the way and although the night bat might not carry any intelligence, it could still be the leader of this group of night bats.
whoosh.
The arrow flew, striking the nimble beast's vital jaws. With a neighing cry, the night bat lurched and was about to fall. Lu Songping spurred his mount a few paces forward, only to see the falling figure suddenly resurrect, returning to the bat swarm as if from the dead.
Then, the group of bats seemed to be inspired by something and rushed into the mountain on one side. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared completely without leaving any trace.
Lu Songping dismounted and slowly approached the place where the bats disappeared. He then discovered that there was a bottomless rift hidden in the mountain.
The noisy sounds of bats came from the depths and gradually turned into dead silence.
Bats naturally like dark and narrow caves as hiding places. In addition, he had just shot arrows at them continuously, so it was normal for them to escape into the mountain.
But for some reason, I always feel that something is strange around here.
The entrance to the cave was too clean, without even a trace of bat droppings, which was enough to prove that this was not a place where any living creatures frequently moved around.
He slowly drew out the silver soft sword from his waist. The moonlight suddenly dimmed at this moment. He looked into the depths of the abyss with the last bit of afterglow on the sword.
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In the northwest Douchen Ridge, on the southern slope of the cliff with sparse vegetation and steep rocks, there is a winding and narrow stone plank road that spirals up intermittently.
There are countless mountain roads in Douchen Ridge, but only one is suitable for horses and carriages.
It was dug by government officials in the early years who went into the mountains to mine and transport ore. However, the ore in the mountains has been exhausted, the stone steps have long been abandoned, weeds have covered the road surface, and the rocks washed down by rain have collapsed it into several sections. No one dares to risk passing through it anymore.
And now, on the narrow, dilapidated and rickety stone plank road halfway up the mountain, there was a carriage parked.
No one knew how the carriage had gotten to this cliff-like mountain road, and no one knew how long it had been parked here.
If there weren't two horses in front of the car, one would really wonder: Is this a scrap car abandoned here many years ago?
The horse pulling the cart was blindfolded with a black cloth to prevent it from being frightened. The driver was obviously well prepared and this was not the first time he had traveled this route.
The shrike lay down behind a jujube tree, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed carriage. It was so quiet there that not a single sound of breathing could be heard.
Tick, tick.
The sparse rain fell, causing a small tapping sound in the surrounding weeds.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally decided to go forward and find out.
squeak.
The carriage window was opened a crack, and half a purple sleeve stretched out from the window, followed by a man's hand.
The hand was facing upwards, and after catching a few drops of rain, it twisted them between its fingertips.
“It really is raining.”
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