Riding The Wind And Waves In Shura Field [Quick Wear]

3.11 - Hated and Forgotten Memories (1)

　　

　　"Chu Mu, your elders asked you to go to such a dangerous place again this time?" Lin Jiaojiao stood beside Chu Mu, her face still a little childish, wearing a light green dress, and smiled and said, "Do you want me to go with you?"

　　"No need." Chu Mu put away the talisman he had drawn, paused, and said, "I have looked up the information there. Although it is dangerous, it is not a hopeless situation. I will be able to get out of there without any problem."

　　"Okay, then I wish you all the best." Lin Jiaojiao smiled.

　　After Chu Mu packed his things, he went to the address given by his elders. This time he went to a small village. It was rumored that strange things always happened in this village, so the villagers asked for help from the Chu family, a Feng Shui family.

　　"This village..." Chu Mu couldn't drive up because the mountain road was difficult and narrow. He had to park the car at the foot of the mountain and walk up with his things on his back. On the way, he met villagers who were herding cattle. When the villagers saw him, they said, "Are you from the city? This road is difficult to walk on, and it just rained. Be careful."

　　After Chu Mu thanked him, he walked slowly towards the village, but he accidentally fell into a mud pit, leaving his hands covered in mud. Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone chuckle, and subconsciously turned his head to look, but he didn't see anyone after a round. Chu Mu couldn't help but frowning slightly, and he became cautious.

　　The sound was like the laughter of a young man, without any malice, but with a hint of watching the fun.

　　Chu Mu paid some attention during the past few days in the village, but most of the people in this village were old people and children. There were a few young people, but their voices were obviously completely different from what he heard that day.

　　Seeing that he couldn't find it, Chu Mu had to be more vigilant. There was indeed something in this village, but it was not as terrifying as described in the intelligence. It was just an unwilling soul wandering in the world. Chu Mu had to send it away.

　　On the day he left the village, the village chief held his hand and thanked him repeatedly. Chu Mu hesitated for a long time, but finally asked, "Village chief, is there a person in the village who is about 20 years old and has a gentle voice?"

　　"Is it...a girl?" asked the village chief.

　　"No, no, it's a man." Chu Mu said.

　　The village chief touched his chin, thought about it carefully, and shook his head, "No, our village only has a few young men around 20 years old. You saw it, and there is no one like the one you mentioned."

　　"Is that so? I was overthinking it." Chu Mu smiled slightly, turned around and left the village.

　　Just like when he came, it started to drizzle outside. When Chu Mu walked past the place where he had fallen before, he subconsciously looked around. Seeing that there was no movement, he turned around and left.

　　But at the foot of the mountain, they found a man. He was wearing white clothes stained with blood, his face was pale and handsome. He was lying on the side of the road and seemed to have no breath.

　　Chu Mu paused and immediately walked forward to check. He found that the man's skin injuries were not serious, but there seemed to be some problems with his soul. The man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Chu Mu, and then fainted again.

　　Chu Mu couldn't just leave the person here, so he had to pick him up and carry him into the car. The person looked thin in his arms, and his hands hung limply at his sides.