She extended the nail a little, and with the weak sunlight, a spot of light appeared on the ground.
As the armor in his hand moved, the light spot also moved around on the gravel ground, and finally stopped on the ground not far away, a bright pool, like the light reflected by water waves.
Sure enough, after a while, a furry head popped out from behind the rock. It first turned its flexible ears to listen to the movement, and then cautiously stretched out half of its beard.
It was a fat guinea pig, which must have disappeared by crawling into the hole.
This kind of rat is not uncommon in Suyan, but it is unlikely to become a meal for desert travelers. The reason is simple: they are very cunning and fast, and rarely leave their nests too far. As soon as there is any movement, they can burrow underground and disappear in an instant.
Sometimes the energy consumed in catching one may not be recovered even if you eat ten. Naturally, no one is willing to do such a thankless task.
But for Xiao Nanhui, this guinea pig was not that difficult to deal with.
When she was young and had nothing to eat, she learned to catch mice from older children. These mice had a very sensitive sense of smell, but their eyesight was not very good. When they saw something bright, they would think there was a water source. Sometimes, all they needed was a broken bronze mirror to lure them out of the hole.
Now, she just needs to wait for an opportunity to strike, and today's meal will be settled.
Thinking of this, she excitedly moved her fingers holding the string.
The khaki ball of fur sniffed around, as if wondering why it couldn't smell any moisture.
Seeing it getting closer and closer to the light spot, just before Xiao Nanhui was about to make a move, a thin and bright light flashed by. She saw that the guinea pig suddenly stopped moving, and then slowly broke into two halves on the spot, and blood was all over the ground.
At the same time, the rock next to the dead guinea pig suddenly split into two, just like a piece of tofu was cut into two pieces.
Surprise and shock made her stop her movements. She widened her eyes, then quickly retracted the armor, lowered her body, and slowly looked out from behind the rock where she was hiding.
There was no moving object on the silent gravel ground, only the pool of blood was slowly spreading.
After a long time, a cold voice sounded.
"What? It's just a mouse."
She was very familiar with that voice.
The next second, a thin figure walked out from behind a rock a hundred meters away. His face looked even thinner than a month ago, and even his eye sockets were deeply sunken. He exuded a sinister aura that was inconsistent with his age. It was An Lu.
Then, more than a dozen figures followed suit, each dressed in gray. Their heads were wrapped in the kind of turbans commonly worn by desert travelers, but Xiao Nanhui still found it difficult not to notice the faces half-exposed beneath those turbans.
Blurry faces, like melted wax.
'Everyone calls them... Puhuna.'
Wu Xiaoliu's words seemed to still be ringing in her ears, resonating in her head like a bell, and her body seemed to be petrified, unable to move at all.
She still remembered the first time she saw these killers. At that time, she knew nothing about them and was not afraid of them. But now, she not only knew the cruel and vicious things they had done, but she also had a fatal weakness.
"Wolves never make mistakes. I did see their tracks nearby. Given their speed, they wouldn't have gone too far. They're probably around here."
She couldn't see which of the faces was speaking, but she saw a person with a bell on his wrist walk forward a few steps.
The bell sounded dull, as if it had been soaked in rain for years and had become solid with rust, but she did not dare to take it lightly.
When she was in Bijiang, she had seen the great shamans there wearing this kind of bell. They called it a "spiritual bell." Legend has it that after the gods descended to the human world, they used this bell to communicate with each other. Since then, this bell has gradually spread to the Southern Qiang tribe and become a spiritual instrument used in rituals and sacrifices.
Perhaps, Bai used this method to detect and monitor the whereabouts of birds and beasts through their eyes.
"Where's the figure?!" An Lu kicked the dismembered gerbil corpse away, his tone revealing an angry tone, "Didn't they say that the emperor only brought a woman with him? He couldn't even catch her."
The servant was scolded but didn't seem angry. Perhaps their voices were just flat and emotionless. "This is a deserted place. Finding two people in a place like this is much harder than finding an army."
A cold wind blew through the valley, and Xiao Nanhui shivered involuntarily.
The Puhuna who had just spoken suddenly raised his head, as if he smelled something in the wind. He made a gesture to Anlu to keep quiet, then lowered his body, pressed his whole body to the ground, closed his eyes and listened.
Xiao Nanhui held her breath, even the slightest trembling of her eyelashes frightened her.
Cold sweat condensed on her forehead and was about to drip down. She quickly caught the drop of sweat with her hand, and the sweat soaked her palm silently.
Finally, the man slowly got up from the ground and shook his head at An Lu.
"I didn't hear any movement. It seems he is not around."
An Lu's face became even gloomier. He didn't say anything, but just rubbed something in his hand repeatedly, looking anxious and irritable.
Xiao Nanhui noticed his actions and stared at what the other person was holding.
She was quite far away and didn't dare to make any big movements. She could only vaguely see that it seemed to be a vermilion bottle with a thin neck.
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