Transformed into a villain: I rely on iron pots to make the world of immortals alive!

Chapter 438

The little girl didn't stop, she walked calmly on this endless road, her two thin legs kept pushing aside the dense but withered weeds on both sides.

Even Chen Muxue felt a little uncomfortable with the bugs constantly jumping out of the weeds, but the little girl didn't seem to feel anything at all, maybe she was used to it?
"Mother came here with me. After she sewed up the little tiger, I came."

What the little girl said seemed to be somewhat contradictory. She said that she came with her mother, and later said that she came only after her mother had finished sewing the little tiger.

But for a little girl who looks like four or five years old, it's normal for her to speak incoherently, not to mention growing up in an environment like a forbidden area, it's good to be normal in all aspects.

"What about mother? Where is she? You didn't sneak out alone, did you?" Chen Muxue thought of Xiao Hua inexplicably, and couldn't help but continue to ask.

The little girl's footsteps paused, but she quickly resumed her original walking speed.

"The little tiger was lost, and my mother was very angry. She went to them to ask for the little tiger, and then my mother disappeared. They said that my mother was disobedient, not as obedient as me..."

Before Chen Muxue could think about the meaning of the little girl's words, she was overwhelmed by the gradually clear scene in front of her eyes.

There is no dilapidated old house in front of her, let alone an old house, there is no house at all, not a single brick or tile, but a small dirt bag in front of her, although there are yellow weeds everywhere, only this Not a single blade of grass grows on the small soil bag.

"This is... the place where you came out to make games?" Chen Muxue hesitated.

The little girl tilted her head: "This is where I sleep."

At first, Chen Muxue thought that maybe some people in the forbidden area were like this, they would sleep in inexplicable places. Last time she came, didn't the woman who was sleeping on the recliner fall asleep in the face of the rain of arrows?

But soon, Chen Muxue changed her mind. She watched a thread fluttering in the wind under the little girl's tilted head.

Staring and staring, the connection between the little girl's head and neck seemed to be disconnected a little bit, and a thin red thread seemed to be trying her best to keep her head stable.

Chen Muxue coughed lightly, took Cen Lizhui's sleeve, and unknowingly inserted it into his sleeve. When she touched Cen Lizhui's warm fingers, she seemed to regain her senses a little.

It's just that he didn't expect that, as if he felt Chen Muxue's strangeness, that warm hand directly held Chen Muxue's hand tightly: "Don't be afraid, this seems to be an illusion."

Cen Lizhui was using the secret technique of sound transmission in the palace again, listening to his clear voice, Chen Muxue finally relaxed a bit.

Fantasy?

Chen Muxue looked at the little girl again, looking at the face on her crumbling head, Chen Muxue grasped something in a daze, the little girl's face didn't seem to be stained, it seemed that half of her face was black. birthmark.

Half yellow, half black, the little tiger is the little girl herself, right?

For some reason, Chen Muxue, who realized this, looked at the little girl and felt more and more familiar.

"I seem to know where the little tiger is..." Chen Muxue stepped forward suddenly. She didn't go to the dirt bag that looked weird at first glance, but reached out to dig the soil with spiritual power from the weeds not far away. .

There is no little tiger, only a small hand bone protruding from the soil. If you don't look carefully, you may think it is the bone of the wild dog buried here.

(End of this chapter)