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"Your Highness..."

The silent guard at the side suddenly spoke up, and Ji Mo was startled, he completely ignored the existence of this person, until he heard his voice, only then did he realize that there was such a guard-like person beside this man exist.

His brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be pondering a bit. He glanced around, obviously he was on guard all the time, but is there really anything in this room?

A hundred years have passed, Wuyou is gone, that witch cult...

Thinking of this, Ji Mo began to guess the identity of the man. Can the leader of the witch religion be called "His Royal Highness"?

Speaking of which, the title "His Royal Highness" was not used exclusively for princes in ancient times. All kings and princesses could use this title. Therefore, if the witch religion established a country, there should be several His Royal Highnesses.

"Let's go."

The man said this, put the book on the table casually, turned around and left, the guards followed, and the two walked out of the small building, but after a few steps, the man waved his hand, and the people waiting outside did not know who was the first He raised the torch and threw it directly.

Ji Mo couldn't see the scene below the small building, but seeing the thick smoke that rose quickly, he immediately understood that there might be things to support the combustion downstairs from the very beginning.

And with the burning of these combustion-supporting objects, while the thick smoke rose, Ji Mo also saw many panicked poisonous insects crawling out of this room, and the poisonous insects that were busy fleeing were next to each other, densely packed, like flowing water. It is like black oil, and the burning fire still has some aroma similar to roasting, it is simply...

Seeing that the flames never let go of the books on the table, and the books on the bookshelf that I don’t know what they are, Ji Mo couldn’t help feeling sorry, knowledge is always innocent. Woolen cloth?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch my nose, well, Gu art is a technique that is specially taught to harm people. As for saving people, even if Ji Mo's heart is biased, there are some records in the book, but think about it. How many people may be poisoned, you know, most of these methods are not used a few times.

In the past in the town, Ji Mo, a doctor who specializes in treating poisons, was so popular. It can only be said that the Gu masters in the village are too messy, and the town is adjacent to a mountain, and poisonous insects are always running around. There is a place for doctors who specialize in treating poison. If it is in a densely populated inland area and there are not so many poisonous insects on the mountain, I am afraid it will be much safer.

Thinking this way, seeing the flames inevitably climbed up the book, Ji Mo just sighed, if he had changed the angle, he might have done the same thing.

The window had been burned, and through the cracks in the flames, it could be seen that the people outside had left. Obviously, as a highness, he didn't have much time to stare here.

Ji Mo thought this way, thinking that it would be difficult to pass the grades this time, when suddenly a black shadow broke into the flames and almost rushed directly in front of Ji Mo, her body was already on fire, obviously in extreme pain , but she didn’t seem to feel anything, she quickly looked around the field, black smoke blocked her sight, it took her some time to find the book, and quickly picked up the book that was on fire, ignoring the words on the book The flame burned the skin and flesh, pressed against his body, suppressed all the flames, and then jumped out with a bowed body.

The flames had been burning unscrupulously on her body, not even sparing her head and face, and her hair had been completely burned. If it wasn't for her appearance at the beginning, it would be hard to tell a man from a woman.

Ji Mo left the room following the book, and saw the woman rolling on the ground after she came out with the book in her arms. After a few rolls, she was still smoking, but there was no open flame.

Who is this?

Why... so?

How many times works have been destroyed, and it is not the first time that they were destroyed by fire. It is rare to see people save their lives so recklessly. At that moment, the moment she rushed into the fire, Ji Mo was shocked.

There was an inexplicable feeling, as if what she saved was not the lifeless book, but her own life.

Before this, Ji Mo had never felt that the skill of a Gu master was so important and indispensable, but when he watched her extinguish the fire on the book with her hands, and carried it out of the fire with her arms tightly, Ji Mo suddenly I think this book is very important, more than life.

Not only for her, but also for myself.

The woman didn't leave immediately, endured the pain, and flipped through the book. The fire still burned one-third of the content. On the whole, only the top two-thirds can be preserved intact, and each page is missing one-third. With that loss, the book can almost be declared useless.

Ji Mo recalled the layout of the book. When he was writing, he didn't specifically think about what would happen if he was burned, so the layout of the text and pictures was based on the entire page, that is to say, some content was destined to be incomplete. Incomplete, and the remaining ones are hard to say what is useful.

The woman's face can no longer see the specific expression. It is black and gray, and the head is so ugly that it is bald enough to expose the flesh. Besides, the appearance of the body, the hands like chicken feet, make people doubt whether she can continue to live. Extensive burns, for a book, is it worth it?

Ji Mo suddenly thought of the room he saw before. The flowers in the vase on the table were probably not done by that man, and the guards around him would not be so leisurely. It can be said that they came here specially to set the fire Yes, so, who keeps the house tidy all the time?And who put flowers in the house?

Is this the woman?

Has she been studying the contents of this book?

Seeing that she was looking for this book with a clear goal after rushing into the fire, does it mean that she was reading this book before and was learning by herself?

There is no difficulty in reasoning so far, but who is she, and why does she want to learn the content of this book and maintain this small building?

Who is that man called His Highness?

Since he set the fire, isn't he a member of the witch religion, is he the Highness of a nearby small country?

There were too few conditions, and it was difficult for Ji Mo to judge, so he just kept these doubts in his heart and watched the woman leave with the book.

The fire in the small building could not be rescued. Walking a certain distance, it seemed that the sound of the collapse could be heard. The poisonous insects hidden in the building were probably buried together.

Ji Mo followed the woman all the way to another small building in the forest. It was very remote. It used to be a village, but now, the surrounding small buildings were covered with moss. If the woman didn't go into one of the small buildings, it would be more like a barren village and an ancient village, and it would be full of ghosts in broad daylight.

"Mom, I'm back."

The woman didn't seem to know the pain, no matter how painful she was on the road, she never treated the wound, but insisted on walking back. Ji Mo followed her, watching her blood dripping all over the ground. died.

All kinds of situations made him feel that something was wrong. After being touched for a while, he realized that this woman might have some intellectual problems.

"Come back? You, how did you do this?!"

The woman she called A Niang was very old, with white hair all over her head and wrinkled face, more like a grandma.

Ji Mo recalled the woman's appearance. The thick smoke also obstructed his vision. At that time, he only knew that she was a woman, young, but he had no idea how young she was. So, the burnt young woman was probably in her 40s or [-]s?

In this way, it is reasonable to say that the mind is affected, but it looks younger?

"I came back before, and I saw someone going to light the fire. It's too bad. They are too bad. How can they destroy the leader's house? I went back again. I was useless. I went back late, and it was useless to rush in." What was rescued, only this was snatched back, Aniang, look, didn’t you say that this is the most important thing in that house? I snatched it back! The bad guys didn’t even take it away!”

The woman raised the book in her hand as if asking for credit, black ashes were still falling from the place where the book was burned.

When the old woman saw her, tears rolled in her eyes. She wanted to reach out to hug the woman, but she didn't know where to put her hand. Her body was covered with burns. That kind of tragedy... the old woman's Tears flowed all over his face, and he choked up and said, "Okay, okay, you did a good job, and we have lived up to the leader!"

Ji Mo can tell that the book is probably useless, and this woman can't fail to see it, but she really has no way to tell her that what you did is useless, and those injuries were all for nothing.

The book was put aside, and the old woman was going to take care of the girl's injuries, but the woman didn't appreciate it, and reminded her: "Put it away, don't be snatched by bad guys, this is the only one, and it took a lot of hard work to get it. It hurts, it hurts..."

"Okay, put it away, definitely put it away, no one will let him get it."

The old woman coaxed her, and put the book in a new place, looking more solemn, and the woman followed her to treat the wound.

It didn't improve. Such severe burns are fatal in modern times. In ancient times, there was a lack of necessary medicine, so the woman died.

Is it worth it to exchange one life for a broken book?

"Aniang will keep it for you, keep it for you, you snatched it, and no one can take it away."

The old woman was muttering, she seemed to be demented, they were the only ones left in this former village, and all their things, all their concerns, seemed to have been destroyed with the burning of the small building, this broken book In the end, it became the funeral of the woman and was buried under a tree.

Ji Mo watched quietly, feeling very sad. He didn't know how the witch religion fell, and he didn't know what kind of kindness the leader had shown him. sad.

There is no coffin, no straw mat, some leaves are placed in the pit, the wide leaves are like a natural nest, layer by layer, the woman's body is placed on top, and then covered by leaves, and then covered with soil, the book is in her hands , and then lay together in this leaf coffin.

In the dark underground, a worm slowly emerged from the woman's nose. The black and shiny armor was a Gu worm.