Neverland

This alien maid may be too barren in her daily social life, and she doesn't even understand such short sentences.He insisted on standing in front of the coffin, expressing his single wish of "don't touch Meng Wanqing".

Yan Cen was always a little more patient with a pure and clean soul, he frowned impatiently, pulled out his saber, and prepared to pry it in another direction.

Xu Muzhou sighed and automatically took over the diplomatic work.

He stretched out his hand to grab the foreign maid, and she struggled reluctantly. In the end, a little girl couldn't hold back a big man like Xu Muzhou, and she was dragged away from the coffin.

"I didn't intend to harm you." Xu Muzhou bent over, looked into the other's eyes, looked into hers seriously, and said slowly: "She may have been harmed by others, we need to find out about it. "

The foreign maid lived with Meng Wanqing under the blue sky and white clouds since she was a child. She was raised with a simple mind, but she had an instinctive intuition for danger.Xu Muzhou didn't have that kind of fierceness in him, and he softened his voice slightly, so he really looked gentle and harmless.

It was probably because most of these loyal servants took the soft rather than the hard, the foreign maid looked into Xu Muzhou's eyes, a little hesitant.

Xu Muzhou didn't tell her that the master is not the master, but he wanted the words to be as simple and clear as possible, so he pointed to the coffin and said: "She, dead, may have been wronged."

Xu Muzhou said that he was afraid that she wouldn't understand, so he stuck out his tongue and tilted his head, making an expression of "deadly".

The poor acting is worrying.

Yan Cen: "..."

I don't know which nerve this kind of clumsy acting has hit on the maid of the foreign race, but she really understood it by accident.

"...Yes." The alien maid said.

——The scheming people have their own schemes, but the pure people have different sympathies, Yan Cen thought silently, and he didn't know how to get together.

Yan Cen didn't talk nonsense, and used his saber to pry open the wooden nails nailed on the coffin one by one, and reopened the coffin that had been sealed.

After all, Meng Wanqing stopped for more than [-] days, Yan Cen only glanced in, then reached out to stop Xu Muzhou who was yearning to go this way.

"...Ask her how Meng Wanqing died." Yan Cen said.

Yan Cen even pried open the coffin. If you want to know this kind of thing, of course you can see for yourself. Besides, with the Chinese vocabulary of the foreign maid, I'm afraid she can't answer such a complicated question. She just wanted to find a reason to support Xu Muzhou a little. open.

After all, Meng Wanqing has stopped for more than [-] days. It really doesn't look good...and it doesn't smell very good.

Of course Xu Muzhou appreciated it, and moved aside with the worried-eyed little maid of the foreign race, and did not go out, maintaining a distance that would make the other party look back and see the coffin.

"She..." Xu Muzhou pointed to the coffin and asked, "How did she die?"

The girl of the alien race blinked her eyes, wondering if she understood what he meant, she made a gesture of blowing something, and then folded her hands, swinging her palms back and forth, in a flying gesture.

Xu Muzhou was silent for a moment, and asked sincerely: "...do you understand what I mean?"

On the other side, Yan Cen has completely lifted the coffin lid.He approached the coffin without changing his expression, and looked down at Meng Wanqing inside.

When the coffin was stopped before, the coffin had been exposed to the air, and no one came to give her ice.Now that a month has passed, Meng Wanqing and Song Xueyao seem to be in completely different states.

Yan Cen was completely unaffected by the scene in front of him, he carefully looked at Meng Wanqing's situation.

Meng Wanqing's complexion was normal, and her lips showed no trace of purple. The color of her exposed skin was in line with a normal corpse, and it didn't seem like there was any trace of poisoning.

Compared to Song Xueyao's strange way of being killed, Meng Wanqing's death may have been very rough.

——Compared with her left calf, her right calf has a very obvious depression.

Doing as the Romans do, the clothes Meng Wanqing wears are also in the style of the palace, roughly configured according to Concubine Shu's specifications. The patterns on her clothes are not shabby, with three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside, it looks very complicated.

But even if she was wearing such thick clothes, it couldn't cover the depression of her right calf.Even the entire piece of clothing was stained with shocking brown stains, which almost completely stained the exquisitely embroidered skirt.

This is the trace left by the dried blood.

Yan Cen picked up the dress on her calf with the tip of a knife, and found that Meng Wanqing's right calf was slashed with a horrific wound, which stretched from under the kneecap to the ankle. It was shocking to watch.

The edges of the wound were messy, and it looked like it had been stabbed several times, and it was unknown who could do it like this.

The wound was turned outwards, and the exposed flesh rotted faster than other places, and now it exudes an unbearable rotten smell.Yan Cen peeled off the blackened flesh with the tip of a knife, and found that a long calf bone was missing inside.

Judging by the messy condition of the knife edge, it seems that it was dug out alive.

Judging from this situation, when Meng Wanqing died and was buried, the wound had not healed and was still bleeding—in other words, she might have died because of this wound.

Yan Cen pondered for a while with an unkind expression, then turned around and walked towards Xu Muzhou.

Xu Muzhou was still there trying to understand the gesture of the foreign maid, when Yan Cen tapped the maid on the shoulder with the scabbard, signaling her to follow him.

Xu Muzhou didn't know what he saw, so he followed behind him and poked his probe towards the side of the coffin.

Yan Cen didn't stop him this time, but walked in front of him without a trace, blocking most of Xu Muzhou's sight, so that he could only see Meng Wanqing's calf clearly.

"I—" Xu Muzhou swallowed a classic curse, tried to restrain the urge to feel sick, and frowned, "Who is so cruel?"

Xu Muzhou's question was exactly what Yan Cen wanted to know. He looked at the foreign maid and touched Meng Wanqing's wound with the tip of a knife.

The foreign maid understood a little, and pointed at Meng Wanqing herself.

"Meng Wanqing did it by herself?" Xu Muzhou felt a little unbelievable, pointed at Meng Wanqing, then lowered his head and made a gesture on his calf, and asked one more question as if to be sure: "She, yourself, did you draw?" Hurt?"

The alien maid nodded fiercely, very determined.

Xu Muzhou said with emotion: "...ruthless."

Knowing the answer, Yan Cen pushed back the shoulders of the two with the scabbard, and put the coffin lid back on.

Xu Muzhou still didn't give up, and grabbed the foreign maid again and asked, "Why?...I mean, it's strange for her to scratch herself."

Xu Muzhou made a puzzled expression, the foreign maid blinked, made a flying gesture, and pointed to the sky.Xu Muzhou thought it meant he could fly into the sky, but unexpectedly, the maid immediately dropped her hand and returned to the original position.

——What do you mean, Xu Muzhou thought in a daze, fly out and fly back?

Maybe it was because the confusion on his face was too obvious, the foreign maid was a little anxious, and made another movement of playing, and then tried to communicate with him with difficulty: "Go back... go home."

Yan Cen had already restored the coffin lid to its original state. He put the knife into its sheath and walked to Xu Muzhou's side. After carefully watching the movements of the foreign maid, he whispered to Xu Muzhou, "It's the bone flute."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

--What the hell?

"Meng Wanqing is average in height, about 1.6 meters tall, and her calf bones are just the right size to make a flute," Yan Cen said.

Yan Cen's words should have a certain key word that triggered the Chinese recognition of the girl of the foreign race. The other party blinked and nodded quickly.

"That is to say, Meng Wanqing dug out her own leg bones and made a flute?" Xu Muzhou wondered, "Why bother?"

"The grassland tribes have bone flutes, most of which are made of eagle bones." Yan Cen stepped out and explained to Xu Muzhou who was following him: "But there are also human bone flutes... Human bone flutes belong to a kind of religion among them. There is a saying that related magic tools can exorcise evil spirits and avoid ghosts, but there are also sayings that they can attract the soul of the bone. In short, there are so many. The belief of the tribe is that after death, the soul returns to the longevity heaven. This flute is the only one in the tribal culture. Qualified to contact Changshengtian."

Even if Yan Cen said so, Xu Muzhou still felt that it was a bit too much.

Meng Wanqing, a delicate little girl, dared to use a knife on herself with so much hatred, and even dug out a piece of her own bone just to make a flute, why bother.

However, as soon as Yan Cen's words fell, Xu Muzhou's wrist began to heat up suddenly, and the hydrangea, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly began to show its presence like crazy.

Xu Muzhou hissed, and quickly dug the progress bar out of his clothes.

But unexpectedly, Xu Muzhou originally thought that the progress bar should go down quite a bit after being ironed like this, but who knew that the black slime on it didn't seem to have changed much.

Yan Cen held his wrist and looked at it.

"The hydrangea has responded, which means that it should be in the right direction, but the progress bar hasn't dropped—" Xu Muzhou thoughtfully: "The object of this mission is Song Xueyao. Could it be that Song Xueyao felt that Meng Wanqing didn't have a dead body?" Not very good, want to give her a whole body?"

Xu Muzhou muttered to himself, the black slime on the hydrangea was rolling like crazy, but it just didn't fall.

He frowned, stopped under the steps, and turned to look at the alien maid on the steps.

"Did Meng Wanqing die because of this?" Xu Muzhou used his finger as a knife, and slashed on his right calf, then closed his eyes and tilted his head like a trick, and made a "dead" appearance, emphasizing again. Asked, "Because of this?"

The alien maid blinked and nodded at him.

Xu Muzhou found that when faced with this cruel act, the maids of different races were very calm.She didn't feel sorry for Meng Wanqing, nor did she feel puzzled, resentful, or panicked.

As if this is a very common thing.

Xu Muzhou felt that this was not right, there must be some deeper meaning in it, this matter should be common knowledge passed down by word of mouth in their tribe.

Suddenly, Xu Muzhou remembered something.

He stepped up the steps again in two steps, and asked almost eagerly: "Is this what you are looking for—Empress Song Xueyao, is it Meng Wanqing's bone flute that you are looking for in her bedroom?"

The foreign maid's eyes widened suddenly, Xu Muzhou's heart sank, knowing that he had guessed right.

Meanwhile, progress on hydrangeas has dropped by another third.