Neverland

What Xu Muzhou didn't expect was that this mission, which was clearly coming to an end, dragged him on for more than ten days.

The bone flute was never found, and Yan Cen even went to Liu Yingying's place several times in the middle of the night, turning upside down her imperial concubine's bedroom, but unfortunately found nothing.

The task could not be completed, but the day of Song Xueyao's burial was imminent.In the end, Rao Yan Cen had no choice but to hold his nose and reluctantly went to see Wei Wenxuan once. Xu Muzhou didn't go with him at that time, and I don't know what he said. Under the circumstances, Wei Wenxuan was persuaded to extend Song Xueyao's suspension time from seven days to 28 days.

The bone flute could not be found, and the progress of the task was inexplicably stuck here. Xu Muzhou was originally upset with Liu Yingying, and his mood couldn't get better after the task was delayed. He exuded a kind of gloomy low pressure.

It was not until the early morning of No.12 that Xin Yi found the bone flute—it’s ironic to say that the flute hadn’t even been out of Song Xueyao’s house, and it fell into the gap behind the dressing table, but the dressing table was too Shen, the angle of the crack is too tricky, so I searched for it for so many days without any results.

In the end, the little maid who was cleaning accidentally bumped into the dressing table while cleaning, and the flute fell to the ground by itself.

When Xin Yi came to look for Xu Muzhou with this flute, he was sitting on the bank of a small pond in the back garden of Changqiu Palace feeding the fish. These days, he came to Changqiu Palace to wait for news. unimpeded.

The koi in the small pond ate millet seven or eight times a day, and their bellies turned white. Now they run fast when they see him.

When Xin Yi came, Xu Muzhou was just dropping the last handful of millet.He saw Xin Yi from a long distance away, and of course he also saw the long wooden box in Xin Yi's hand that he had seen before.

Xu Muzhou squinted his eyes, patiently waiting for Xin Yi to walk in front of him.

"Master Xu." Xin Yi saluted him, then reached out to lift the lid of the box in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I found it."

The originally empty box finally ushered in its owner, Xu Muzhou didn't get up, but just reached out to take the box, and placed the box horizontally on his knees in the current sitting posture.

A bone flute as white as jade was placed in the box upright. Human leg bones are different from normal bamboo, and they are not a completely straight stick. Therefore, the end of the bone flute is slightly bent, and the body of the flute at the end is slightly curved. A few two-finger-wide color stripes were also wrapped with thin thread. The red and green ones are put together, but they don't look vulgar.There is also a very small silver ring embedded near the blow hole. The craftsmanship is very simple and crude, and it probably was smashed in directly.

This flute is beautiful and polished smooth. If Xu Muzhou hadn't preconceived that this thing was dug out from Meng Wanqing's body, he might not have noticed that it was made of human bones.

From the "gift" point of view, Meng Wanqing was hard enough.

After returning from Liu Yingying's place, Xu Muzhou fell into a kind of passive waiting.Yan Cen went out from time to time to check his guesses, but Xu Muzhou just stayed in the Changqiu Palace, listening to the cries from the main hall far away getting smaller day by day until they disappeared.

After seven days passed, the high-ranking concubines in the palace did not have to keep vigil anymore, and in the end there were only a few servants who came and went like puppets in the whole palace.

On the seventh day when the coffin was built, Wei Wenxuan finally came.At that time, Xu Muzhou deliberately avoided the part of "Face Saint", and only hid in the shadow of the side door to take a peek at Wei Wenxuan.

This emperor was even more ordinary than Xu Muzhou imagined, he looked like a very normal man in his 30s, with two deep ditches between his brows.Holding the lid of the coffin, he said a lot of praises and sorrows, but none of his tears fell.

——It's very boring.

Seeing that Xu Muzhou was just looking at the flute in the box without speaking, Xin Yi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Speaking of which, Master Yan doesn't seem to be here today."

These days Xu Muzhou was always hanging out in the Changqiu Palace, and Xin Yi would occasionally tell him about the daily relationship between Song Xueyao and Meng Xueqing, so after ten days or so, Xin Yi's conversation with Xu Muzhou would no longer be so cold.

"He went to work." Xu Muzhou replied casually.

Xu Muzhou's eyes were still attached to the bone flute, he wiped his hands nervously, and stretched out his hand to hold the flute.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was still a slight warmth on this flute.

The hydrangea rolled out, and the progress bar on the top retreated a little bit, leaving only the last shallow layer.

Xu Muzhou knew that as long as he did something at the end, the task would be over.

But he suddenly felt a kind of unspeakable tiredness. After more than ten days of wearing down his anger towards Liu Yingying that night, the fire of anger had been extinguished long ago, leaving only a sense of restlessness and tiredness.

Fortunately, everything is coming to an end, Xu Muzhou thought in a bad mood, after this mission is over, he will have a good rest in Neverland for a while, and use rice bug life to calm down his mood.

During this period of time, Yan Cen also got a lot of news inside and out - the princes of this era will be carried to the outer palace to be raised up after one and a half years old.The hands of the harem can't reach that long, as long as there are no major disturbances, even a child without a mother can grow up to an adult and leave the palace to build a mansion.

The last bit of uncertainty Xu Muzhou could think of came to fruition, he and Yan Cen sat silently until midnight that day, and finally confirmed that Song Xueyao actually left voluntarily.

This is the first time that Xu Muzhou faced a mission world without "ghosts" when the mission object was the dead, but he was really unhappy with this mission and couldn't be happy.

Xu Muzhou closed the lid of the box silently, stood up holding the box, and prepared to go to Meng Wanqing's.

A few days ago, he sat with Yan Cen and discussed for a long time, researching what Song Xueyao's obsession was.According to Yan Cen's thinking, since Song Xueyao died voluntarily, there shouldn't be any obsessions like revenge, and maybe the final task will still fall on the two girls.

Xu Muzhou was deeply convinced of this. He sat cross-legged on the couch and thought about it for a long time, but he still felt that "death without a whole body" was the most important thing according to Song Xueyao's living environment.Yan Cen was noncommittal about this, and Xu Muzhou was not sure, but when he thought that the important task was on Gu Di, he felt that his guess was close to ten.

Now that the flute is in his hands, the progress of the task is only a step away, Xu Muzhou thinks that maybe the final ending should be like this.

"Master Xu—" Xin Yi suddenly stopped him.

Xu Muzhou stopped and turned to look at her.

"Your Majesty was murdered." Xin Yi asked with burning eyes: "You will report the truth to His Majesty, right?"

——She was asking if I would avenge Song Xueyao, Xu Muzhou thought.

Xin Yi gave him this bone flute because he really regarded him as a pawn working for Wei Wenxuan. He and Yan Cen worked in the name of "sharing worries for the superior", giving Xin Yi hope.

But Xin Yi didn't know that the two of them were just passing by in a hurry, and even after the mission was over, the person "Xu Muzhou" would disappear from his cognition—just like all the previous mission worlds.

No one would defend Song Xueyao, not even Wei Wenxuan—not even Song Xueyao herself.

Xu Muzhou couldn't answer Xin Yi, at least in this place, he didn't want to promise her against his conscience, and then rely on Neverland to erase other people's memories to wantonly miss appointments.

So he lowered his eyes to avoid Xin Yi's gaze, and responded vaguely.

When walking out, Xu Muzhou was in a daze for a moment. On the one hand, he felt that Zi Feiyu knew Yu Zhile's joy. Since Song Xueyao's obsession was not here, he didn't have to care about it, and he didn't have to worry about these things; but he On the other hand, he felt that from the perspective of his personal principles, the deformed concepts pervading in this environment made him extremely disgusting. If he let it go, he felt like he had become a silent accomplice.The whole person seemed to have swallowed a fly, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

His whole body was pulled by these two concepts, and the two stick figures in his mind were pulling the rope swinging from side to side, and no one could convince the other.

Xu Muzhou had a murderous look on his face that no one should enter, he was at war between man and nature, he didn't even remember to look at the road, he walked angrily based on the road map in his memory - and then slammed his head into Yan Cen's arms .

"What's the matter." Yan Cen asked amusedly, "Did you fall asleep while walking?"

Yan Cen had seen him half a street away, but he kept silent, waiting for the other party to find him by himself.

Xu Muzhou came back to his senses, looked up at him, wiped his face and said, "No, I was thinking about something else just now."

Yan Cen didn't ask further, he saw the wooden box in Xu Muzhou's arms, so he reached out to lift the lid and looked inside.

"That's it?" Yan Cen asked.

"Yeah." Xu Muzhou nodded: "That's it - it should be over."

"It's pretty well done." Yan Cen commented objectively.

Yan Cen didn't take the bone flute out of the box, but patted Xu Muzhou's head, and moved aside a little.

It was only then that Xu Muzhou realized that before he knew it, he had already walked near the palace where Meng Wanqing had stopped.

The wooden coffin that Yan Cen pried open earlier has not been re-nailed, this small side hall seems to have been forgotten, and no one has come to clean up the mess, the yellow paper ashes were blown up by the wind randomly, messing it up. There are small courtyards everywhere, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the steps.

The alien girl was leaning against the coffin, dozing off every now and then.

The sound of Xu Muzhou entering the door startled her, the little girl rubbed her eyes, looked blankly at the wooden box in Xu Muzhou's hand, completely did not understand why he came.

For Xu Muzhou, Yan Cen opened the coffin to a small gap enough to place the wooden box. Xu Muzhou paused, then reached out to lift the lid of the wooden box, took out the bone flute inside, and put it in a precious place. After entering the coffin, it was placed next to Meng Wanqing's legs.

Xu Muzhou breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the hydrangea, and waited for the progress bar to return to zero so that he could leave the quest world quickly, but after waiting for a long time, he felt that something was wrong.

Because the progress bar is not going down.

——This is not Song Xueyao's final obsession.