The flames were burning, and the crackling sound was like the deceased weeping, reflecting the blood-red sunset on the horizon, making people feel extremely depressed.

Murphy stood quietly, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her eyes. She reached out and touched the jade talisman on her neck, feeling the pain in her temples.

Is it because the grievances of the dead still remain in the world and cannot rest in peace?

Murphy does not believe in gods, but believes that people have souls. If a person has an obsession that cannot be eliminated before life, the obsession will be transformed into a special power after death and will always be free in the world. The living may not see it, but they can feel it. Especially when she came into contact with archaeology, she became more convinced of this perception.

I remember that a few years ago, two archaeological teams excavated two ceramic dolls, a man and a woman, in two different tombs. After dating and comparison in various aspects such as production technology, coloring, and size, experts agreed that the two ceramic dolls should be a pair, so they finally decided to put them in the same collection. However, at the moment when they were placed together, the originally intact ceramic doll suddenly turned to ashes. At the same time, there seemed to be two whispers in the air, as if lovers who had been separated for thousands of years were finally reunited. That kind of joy , was deeply engraved into her heart, making her have the urge to cry.

She didn't know if the people present at the time felt it, but she was really shocked. It was after this time that she began to understand why the teacher would recite the scriptures several times every time when he inspected the ancient tomb, which was a kind of respect and comfort for the deceased.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practicing deep Prajna Paramita..." Almost subconsciously, Mo Fei joined his palms and recited the Heart Sutra again.

The flame was still burning, and there was a peaceful chant in the lonely burial place.

Wu Yue walked over slowly, stopped five meters away from Murphy, and watched him quietly.

There is no sadness or joy, like a mountain like an abyss, it is clearly in front of you, but it seems to be separated by the end of the world.

Murphy kept reciting the chant seven times before he stopped, looked up at the sky, and felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

May the dead rest in peace.

Turning back slightly, out of the corner of the eye, he just saw Wu Yue who was standing still not far away. She saluted: "My lord."

Wu Yue nodded: "It's almost time for dinner."

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, let's go."

Wu Yue stepped forward and Murphy slowly followed.

"What did you just read?" Wu Yue suddenly asked.

Murphy replied, "It's the scriptures that let the dead rest in peace."

Wu Yue was silent for a while, and then asked, "Do you blame this king for forcibly taking you out?"

"Why do you blame the lord?"

"Because you have encountered this."

"My lord," Mo Fei said lightly, "Since you are in this troubled world, you may encounter these at any time, and Fu Tu understands. Besides, the lord insisted on bringing Fu Tu out, didn't he just let Fu Tu get acquainted with these things as soon as possible? Didn't experience any troubles? , I don’t know the sufferings of the world, and Futu doesn’t want to be an ignorant person without dust.”

She has always been clear that the biggest difference between herself and the people of this era is that she is too clean, whether it is experience or temperament, without the baptism of war and suffering, after all, she can only be separated from the world. Maybe it's something special for others, but it's not a good thing for her.

Wu Yue stopped and turned around to look at Murphy, his eyes deep and incomprehensible.

He didn't bring "him" out to let him experience this, he just wanted him to stay by his side, be protected by him, and cherished by him, that's enough. But Futu doesn't understand? Did he not understand? Even thought he was doing it on purpose to let him experience the killings?

Wu Yue felt tight in his chest. He was only suspicious at first, but now he is almost certain that Fu Tu really doesn't know the meaning of the jug of wine. He only has the meaning of master and servant to himself. No wonder he has always kept his duty, never showed the slightest intimacy, and sometimes even deliberately alienated.

The hands subconsciously clenched their fists, Wu Yue felt a burst of anxiety inexplicably. He has never been a masculine person, but the appearance of Futu gave him the urge to get close to a man for the first time. When he drank his wine, he really felt full of joy, thinking that this would happen. It's a matter of course, and secular stereotypes are not a problem for him. However, he didn't mean it that way.

Futu is a wise man, a virtuous wise man. If he is unwilling, even if he is a king, he cannot be humiliated lightly.

This guy is really shrewd in big things and confused in small things. Even Shuoyou's reckless man saw something, but he was ignorant, or... pretended not to know?

"Master?" Mo Fei looked at Wu Yue strangely, feeling that the gaze he cast on her was extremely intimidating, as if he was angry, and at the same time seemed to be lost.

Wu Yue looked at him deeply for a while, and finally just said "Let's go" and strode away.

Murphy frowned, his heart moved a little, but he didn't have time to think deeply, just stepped up to keep up.

After the meal, Murphy went back to the tent that the soldiers had set up for her to rest, while Wu Yue and the others discussed matters with the other soldiers while still in the fire.

Going out, everything is inconvenient. Even grooming can only be done carelessly. She has even prepared to not take a bath for more than ten days. After all, her gender cannot be revealed, so she can only endure being dirty.

Lying on the straw mat, the tired Murphy quickly fell asleep.

[...Help me, please help me...]

In a daze, he seemed to hear the call for help from the horizon, intermittently and sadly.

"Who?" Murphy frowned in his sleep and responded unconsciously.

[Save my child, save my child...]

"Your child? Where is your child?"

[Just in the cellar of the seventh house in the village, please rescue him quickly...]

"The seventh house..."

[Please don't forget...my child...I'm leaving...]

"Wait, who are you?"

...

Murphy opened his eyes suddenly, and the surroundings were silent, and there was no one else but her. A few strands of light penetrated outside the tent, and it turned out that it was already daylight.

Rubbing his aching forehead, he seemed to have had a strange dream. What did the person in the dream say? Can't remember much, just seems to be important...

Murphy packed her clothes and walked out of the tent. The rest of the camp had already gotten up. She looked around, and then went with the others to wash by the river.

There is no habit of eating breakfast in the army.

Murphy had little luggage and nothing to pack, so she walked into the village alone while the rest of the people were still arranging.

The place where the deceased was originally cremated has been buried and filled up. The village was like hell yesterday, but now there is only desolation left.

"Fu Tu." Wu Yue's voice came from behind.

Murphy turned around and saluted, "My lord."

"Don't look, get ready to go."

"Here." Murphy finally glanced back, and then followed Wu Yue to the outside of the village.

The seventh house...

Just as he was about to reach the entrance of the village, such a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

The seventh house?

Murphy stopped, glanced over the houses one by one, and counted them subconsciously.

is here. She couldn't help but move to the outside of the house, looking a little dazed.

"Fu Tu?" Wu Yue saw that the person behind him suddenly disappeared, and when he looked carefully, he realized that he had walked to a village house at some point.

Wu Yue came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's... there's someone in there."

Wu Yue frowned and motioned for the guards around him to check in. When the body was collected yesterday, the soldiers searched inside and outside the village, and there should be no omissions. Why does Futu think there are people in here? He hadn't even entered the house.

After a while, the guards came out and reported: "There is no one in the house, and there is no special discovery."

Wu Yueyu looked at Murphy again.

Mo Fei's eyes gradually became clear, she said lightly: "Have you checked the cellar?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and with Wu Yue's tacit approval, he went to search the cellar again, but after a while, the guard's voice came from there: "Master, there is a child here."

Wu Yue and Murphy had just walked a few steps when they saw their guards running out with a 7- or 8-year-old child in their arms.

The child was stained, had chapped lips, and was breathing in and out, and was clearly extremely weak.

The guard said: "I'm afraid it was hidden when the bandits attacked. I haven't eaten or drank for about two days."

At this time, the child seemed to be awake. He first looked at a few people around him in confusion, and then there was panic in his eyes, struggling weakly while shouting in a hoarse voice. No matter how the guard holding him could comfort him, he couldn't calm down.

As Mo Fei was waiting, Wu Yue had already raised his hand and patted the back of the child's head, causing him to faint.

Murphy froze for a while, not caring about his savage slander, and went to check the child's condition first.

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Murphy asked the guards to carry the child to the camp, then carefully fed him a small bowl of water, then took some dry food from a soldier, melted it into water, and fed him little by little. .

Wu Yue kept watching. After Murphy finished feeding, he asked, "How did you know there was someone in the cellar?"

Murphy paused and replied, "Fu Tu heard some movement."

Wu Yue was not very satisfied with this answer. With his ear, he never heard the slightest sound. How could Futu, who is completely inexperienced in martial arts, be able to hear it? Just like yesterday, it was he who smelled blood first. At that time, he was nearly a mile away from the village. How could ordinary people smell anything? When think of the solemnity of his chanting scriptures, always feel that he is not an ordinary person.

Futu, his superior, who is he?

There were doubts in his heart, but Wu Yue did not ask any more. He knew that if he continued to ask, he would not be able to ask anything. As long as he stayed by his side, any secret would be known one day, and he was in no hurry.

At this time, although Murphy was still calm on the surface, his heart was already turbulent.

The conversation last night turned out not to be a dream, but the mother of the child who had died begging her for help. How could she communicate with the dead? Is this psychic? Although she believed that people would turn into souls due to obsessions after death, but it was really complicated to actually face them directly.

Unable to bear, he touched the jade talisman on his neck again, Murphy felt that everything that happened to him was related to this jade talisman.

What exactly is it?