Mu Buhao nodded and smiled: "Yeah."

Yun Yun pointed to the food and asked, "Have you eaten outside?"

God knows how Yun Yun felt when she asked this question.

Mu Buyi didn't seem to notice anything strange about Yun Yun: "I haven't eaten yet, what about you? Why don't you eat first?"

Yun Yun was a little panicked: "I'm... not hungry yet."

Mu Buhao sat down, and Yun Yun picked up the bowl and served her a bowl of rice, saying, "The dishes are cold, so feel free to eat something."

At this moment, Mu Buhao suddenly felt at ease. It was indeed a good thing to have a partner who depended on her life and death. She looked at the room and Yun Yun, and she suddenly felt that this matter was not that bad after all.

Yun Yun lowered her head and said nothing, not knowing what was on her mind.

After a long while, Mu Bu'ai suddenly said: "I have already measured the entire courtyard."

"Oh?" The gloom on Yun Yun's face was swept away, and she raised her head, surprised.

Mu Buhao said: "Every room is the same size, but the distance I measured is that there are two more rooms. But no matter how hard I look for these two rooms, I can't find them. Do you think it's strange or not?"

Day six!

Yun Yun and Mu Bu Wei have been here for six days. In the early morning of this day, Mu Bu Wei got up early. Today she had to do something, a very risky thing.

She is going to meet two old men playing chess!

On the big tree in the courtyard, birds were chirping, as if they were welcoming Mu Buhao. There was a round stone table under the tree, with a chessboard on it, and the old man in blue and the old man in red were playing a tense game.

The wind blew the leaves and the water gurgled. Any sound was enough to make people intoxicated, but Mu Buhao did not want to be intoxicated. She seemed to be approaching death, very cautiously.

Approaching the chessboard, the two old men ignored them as if they were completely immersed in the game. They were not aware of others approaching, let alone worried that others would kill them.

Just like that, Mu Bu'ai was already close to the chessboard in just three or two steps. When he was only five steps away from the chessboard, Mu Bu'ai suddenly became unsteady on his feet, and a majestic murderous aura swept through Mu Bu'ao's body. This murderous aura was precisely

Coming from the chessboard.

These two men must have massacred tens of thousands of people in the outside world!

This is the conclusion Mu Buyi came to.

Despite his murderous intent, Mu Buyu was only one step away from the chessboard. At this time, Mu Buyi did not move forward. The two old men stared at the chessboard, not looking at Mu Buyi at all.

It was at this time that a wine pot suddenly appeared in the air and rested on the stone table together with several wine glasses, right in front of Mu Buhao!

Everyone knew that Mu Buhao was asked to pour wine for them in this scene to cheer them up. Those who could enter the flower field were all among the most popular. The pouring of wine was originally done by the servants. At this moment, other people in the flower field might fall.

If you leave with your hands, you will be indifferent no matter how bad it is, but Mu Buhao is not like that.

At this moment, the two old men suddenly played chess with one hand and picked up a cup with the other hand, standing in the air.

Mu Buhao picked up the wine pot and slowly tilted it against the wine glass. However, when the wine pot tilted to a certain level, Mu Buhao suddenly stopped moving. At this time, the wine could already be seen at the mouth of the wine pot. As long as Mu Buhao shook his hands a little, he would spill it.

out.

But the wine just stood there, and Mu Buhao's body seemed to be still, motionless.

The two old men paused while playing chess. They did not speak or make any other movements. They just held the wine glasses up without putting them down or raising them. They seemed to be competing.

Sunset!

The old man, who at first only found it interesting, now had a lot of impatience in his eyes, and the murderous look in the courtyard became even stronger.

A full four hours had passed. During this period, Mu Buhao was motionless, and the two old men were even more motionless. Gradually, Mu Buhao's clothes were wet with cold sweat. She felt that the wine bottle in her hand was getting heavier and heavier.

The arm seems to be numb.

But Mu Buhao didn't dare to let go. The murderous aura on the chessboard was enough to kill anyone with Dou Emperor cultivation. If she dared to shake at all, not only wine would flow out, but her blood would also flow out!

This is an invisible battle! It is far more cruel and dangerous than any battle Mu Buyu has ever experienced. Even the battle outside Qingming Cave is far inferior to this one.

The three of them were all competing for concentration and endurance. Although this battle was neither fierce nor exciting, it was extremely dangerous.

Dusk to night.

The three of them were like puppets. The same movements had been going on for five hours. The night was approaching. No one knew when this battle would end. No one cared!

People here only care about themselves and never care about others. This is an unwritten rule!

I don't know how much time passed, but the wind in the courtyard suddenly became stronger.

Mu Buyu and the two old men still maintained their original posture, and no one moved. However, at this moment, a chess piece on the chessboard seemed to be out of hand, and it suddenly shot towards the teapot in Mu Buyu's hand.

The chess piece was impartial and hit the spout of the teapot. In an instant, the wine poured into the glass.

What surprised Mu Buhao was that the wine stopped flowing after filling the wine glass. The chess piece was cut in the right position to prevent the wine from pouring any more!

Amazed, completely amazed.

The old man finally withdrew his hand, and then Gulu drank the wine in one gulp and said: "Good wine."

Mu Butao knew that it was time for her to leave. The outcome of this competition had already been decided. She had both won and lost. This was an indistinguishable ending.

Slowly walking back to the room, every step along the way made Mu Buhao collapse. Her body felt like she was carrying a mountain, and she was dripping with cold sweat.

"I wonder if Yunyun is asleep." Mu Buyu murmured as he looked at the room at the end of the corridor.

"The food was cold last time I went back. I hope nothing will be cold this time."

A short distance away, Mu Buhao felt like he had traveled most of his life.

After a long time, when they arrived at the door, Mu Buhao wanted to see Yun Yun waiting for her. Yun Yun was her only friend and her only support.

But if Mu Buhao knew what was going on in the room at this moment, she would probably never open the door in her life.

Zhiya!

The crisp sound of the door opening sounded, and Mu Buhao stepped in, but before her feet even touched the ground, her body froze in the air.

The table is still there, the stools are still there, the food is still there, steaming, but... the people are gone.

The food is hot and the people are cold.

In other words, it is not that there is no one in the room. There is a person sitting in front of the dining table. This person's back is to Mu Buhao. Her back is very exquisite. She is wearing a light blue gauze. Her body is looming, not so much like

A person is better said to be like a ghost.

"Who are you?" Mu Buhao swallowed.

There was a dark wind in the room, but the man did not turn around: "The master of this room."

Mu Buhao was struck by lightning. Is she the owner of this place? It was she who brought herself and Yun Yun to this ghost place? How terrifying would this person's cultivation be? The immortality of an emperor? Or the immortality of a god?

Mu Buhao didn't dare to think about it.

At this moment, it was difficult to get off the tiger. Mu Buyu suppressed the panic in his heart, and then stepped into the room step by step. The figure behind him seemed to be looking at something. Mu Buyu looked towards her eyes. It was a picture hanging on the wall!

Zhong Kui ghost hunting picture!

"The old ghosts have not been influenced, and new ghosts have arrived. There are all kinds of ghosts, so why bother to control them? Isn't Master Zhong asking for trouble?" The figure from behind spoke.

Mu Buhao bravely walked into the room. She sat on the other side of the dining table. She wanted to see the face of the back figure clearly, but found that the face of the back figure was always surrounded by a mist, and she could not see anything clearly.

However, Mu Buhao always felt that this figure from behind was very familiar, as if he had seen it before.

The two sat for a long time, keeping silent in a tacit understanding, and no one spoke.

After a long while, the figure did not turn around, but simply said lightly: "It seems you are very tired?"

"It's okay." Mu Buhao answered boldly.

The cyan figure continued: "Fighting against them is a physically and mentally exhausting matter."

"It's not bad." Mu Buhao said one more word.

There were two people sitting on one left and one on the right in the room. Compared to Mu Buhao's formality, his mysterious back was even more unforgettable.

The cyan figure kept staring at the painting on the wall: "You should know who they are by now?"

Mu Buhao held the wine in one hand, his fingers seemingly motionless, but the veins on his forearms were exposed in his sleeves: "Maybe I already knew who they were."

The cyan figure said: "But you still dare to fight with them."

Mu Buhao's answer was brief: "Yes."

The green figure on the back is very heroic: "This courage deserves a toast."

"Please!" Mu Buhao raised his glass.

The cyan figure drank the wine in one gulp. She should have shown a happy expression, but her face suddenly darkened: "What else do you know besides this?"

She felt as if Mu Buhao had touched something.

Mu Buhao gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know much, but I know a lot."

"Oh?" The cyan figure put down the wine glass.

"I hope you don't know too much, because if a person knows too much, it will do no good to her, and may even lead to death."

Mu Buyao was noncommittal: "Maybe."

After a moment of silence, Mu Buhao suddenly asked: "Where is she?"

"Who?" The cyan figure was confused.

Mu Buyi felt that this man knew what he was asking, so he said: "My friend."

"Your friend?"
To be continued...