Neverland

Xu Muzhou's complexion gradually turned ugly.

The progress bar has always been updated in real time, and the reflex arc has never been so long. Now that the progress bar does not move, it can only explain one problem-they guessed wrong.

Xu Muzhou pursed his lips tightly, and fished the bone flute out of the coffin again.

"It's okay to guess wrong, this time there is no clue of the dead person himself, so it's normal to guess wrong." Yan Cen seems to have seen this kind of thing often, looking very calm, neither discouraged nor lost: "Just guess again, anyway, the range Not too big."

The alien girl seemed to finally understand what they were doing, got up from the ground, grabbed Xu Muzhou's hand, and pointed to the bone flute in his hand anxiously.

"Looking for..." The foreign girl couldn't understand the language, but it could be seen that she seemed very excited: "Find..."

"Yes." Xu Muzhou didn't have the effort to guess what she meant, and said casually: "I found it."

"Then...for Yaoyao." The foreign girl said.

Xu Muzhou was startled.

"What did you say?" Xu Muzhou asked.

The girl of the foreign race pointed at the bone flute stubbornly and said, "For Yaoyao."

She said this sentence with a straight voice, very standard, as if she had learned it deliberately.

"You mean, give this flute to Song Xueyao?" Xu Muzhou asked again with certainty: "Who said it? Your mother said it?"

"Ulan." The foreign girl pointed to Meng Wanqing in the coffin, and tried hard to explain clearly to Xu Muzhou: "Ulan is for Yaoyao."

Yan Cen understood, he took a step forward, took out the bone flute from Xu Muzhou's hand, and kindly explained: "Wu Lan is Meng Wanqing, the former should be her real name."

The alien girl didn't know if she understood what Yan Cen meant, but she nodded frantically from the side, nodding with great enthusiasm.

Xu Muzhou's face was gloomy, he glanced at Yan Cen, turned around without saying a word, and hurried back the same way.

The fate of this bone flute was ups and downs. It went round and round and couldn't find its destination, and finally returned to the Changqiu Palace.

Xin Yi, who was blocked at the door of the sleeping hall, watched Xu Muzhou go back and forth within half an hour in doubt. She looked at the bone flute in Xu Muzhou's hand, and it took a while before she understood what he was asking. .

"Yes." Xin Yi said calmly, "The empress said before she passed away that she would put this bone flute in her coffin."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

"Is that why you and Maid Meng Wanqing are looking for this flute?" Xu Muzhou asked.

"Yes." Xin Yi said.

Xu Muzhou took a deep breath and asked, "Then why didn't you say it before?"

"You didn't ask before." Xin Yi also looked puzzled, and asked: "...and you took this flute, didn't you want to use it as evidence?"

Xu Muzhou was speechless.

This mission is too fucked, Xu Muzhou thought, he didn't talk about it with all the clues of the mission from beginning to end.The quest is actually so damn simple that it wouldn't even have happened if the bone flute hadn't accidentally dropped behind the dresser during the chaos of the first day.

Xu Muzhou gritted his teeth and didn't speak any more. He clenched the object in his hand, turned and walked towards the mourning hall.

The concubines and children in the harem only kept vigil for seven days. Now that time limit has passed, there are only two young eunuchs burning yellow papers in the mourning hall, which looks as deserted as Meng Wanqing's place.

Yan Cen kept following Xu Muzhou calmly, he didn't say anything to interfere, and he didn't try to say anything to divert Xu Muzhou's attention.

——Xu Muzhou is angry, Yan Cen can see it.

In fact, he has been holding back his anger these days, Xu Muzhou didn't say it himself, but Yan Cen could see it clearly.But Yan Cen has never been quite sure about the origin of his evil fire - the few mission worlds that Xu Muzhou encountered before had more people than this, and he has never seen him so unhappy.Yan Cen thought about it, but in the end he could only avoid it for the time being, and don't hit the muzzle of the gun.

Xu Muzhou had already entered the mourning hall, he didn't even intend to avoid suspicion, as if he didn't intend to ask for that layer of "class" fig leaf anymore, he strode forward and lifted the bright yellow covering on the coffin Silk cloth, the two eunuchs who burned the yellow paper gasped in shock.

Yan Cen took a few steps behind him unhurriedly, leaning against the door, raised his eyebrows at the two eunuchs with deep eyes, and gave a very obvious threatening look.

The two young eunuchs were taken aback, hurriedly lowered their heads, and hurriedly stuffed yellow paper into the copper basin as if to cover up, almost extinguishing the small flame.

Xu Muzhou took two deep breaths, then put the bone flute in the coffin, and put it in Song Xueyao's hand as a treasure.

At that moment, Xu Muzhou felt that his emotions were extremely complicated - he couldn't tell whether he wanted this to be the final mission, or just the opposite.

His irritability reached its peak at that moment, like a tidal wave constantly washing over a fragile embankment, which might break out at any time.

But no matter what, his hand to place the bone flute was very steady.The moment the bone flute landed in Song Xueyao's hand, the last bit of black stain on the hydrangea faded away, and the whole pendant was pure white and flawless. It rolled out of his wrist by gravity, and was caught by the leather rope again, flying in midair. Swayed slightly.

- This task is over.

This task was an oolong from the beginning to the end, Xu Muzhou took a deep breath, feeling an inexplicable sense of anger at being fooled.

Xu Muzhou himself also felt that this feeling of anger was inexplicable. Now that the mission is completed, he should obviously feel relieved, and then take the opportunity to leave this awful mission, and then everything will be over.But looking at the hydrangea dangling in his hand, he couldn't help but smash it.

He supported the coffin and closed his eyes. The wave of emotions in his heart rushed straight to the shore like crazy. Xu Muzhou took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions and walked out.

Yan Cen knew that he still had something to say, so he automatically and consciously followed up.

Yan Cen originally thought that Xu Muzhou should stop when he walked outside the Changqiu Palace, but the other party didn't intend to stop at all, and walked all the way towards the outer palace.Yan Cen followed him calmly for four to ten minutes, but the more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he took a few steps and grabbed him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Cen softened his voice and coaxed, "Are you so unhappy?"

Xu Muzhou didn't speak, his face was pale, and his chest heaved violently.

Song Xueyao's mission obsession is the simplest one he has ever seen in his career - after all, it is nothing more than finding this bone flute and putting it in her coffin.

"By chance." Xu Muzhou said, "So the ending is that simple."

"Things in this world are so easy to go wrong." Yan Cen said calmly: "Not everything has a dramatic development and a vigorous ending. Mistakes are the norm in the world."

Looking at Yan Cen's calm face, Xu Muzhou suddenly understood where his anger came from.

"It's a mistake, it sounds nice." Xu Muzhou sneered: "In essence, it's just the exploitation and trampling of life by the arrogant crowd. If it wasn't like this, this tragedy can be completely erased."

Yan Cen didn't know why he brought up this topic again, he frowned, trying to reason with Xu Muzhou: "Listen to me, Mu Zhou, this matter—"

"It's useless, right, I know." Xu Muzhou said: "After you and I leave, Liu Yingying will still be her imperial concubine safely. If this matter has not been exposed to Wei Wenxuan, he will not Will do anything about it. After Song Xueyao is buried, Liu Yingying will continue to live with her arrogant face of not treating people as human beings—maybe not only Song Xueyao, but also other people, countless other victims .But just because they couldn’t make a sound, they were all forgotten by the times.”

"I lived in an orphanage when I was young, Yan Cen." Xu Muzhou said suddenly.

Yan Cen didn't know why he suddenly brought up this topic, so he hummed cautiously without expressing any opinion.

"My parents didn't both die. I was abandoned. I was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage." Xu Muzhou said, "I heard from the old director that someone had seen my father. He was a very young man in high school clothes. In the school uniform, he sneaked around in the middle of the night and threw me outside the orphanage door. Maybe he had compassion, but it was more of fear—fear that my existence would be discovered, fear that I would become him taint."

"Xu Muzhou." Yan Cen was keenly aware that his emotions were beginning to lose control, and interrupted him in a deep voice: "Stop talking, it's not important, it's over."

"I don't have anything to complain about. After all, before I was ten years old, the old dean treated us orphans without parents... I am already luckier than most orphans." Xu Muzhou continued: " But when I was ten years old, the old director died, the old director’s estate was divided up, the orphanage was left alone, and no one could be found to take over—so all the children in the orphanage... you know, all People can arbitrarily decide our lives from above. I have seen many people walking on messy roads, some were beaten to death on the street, and some..."

Xu Muzhou's anger made him not rational enough to express. He talked over and over again for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and grabbed a handful of hair, hiding everything else in the sentence "forget it".

Yan Cen fell silent, he didn't know this, he has lived up to now, he has experienced ups and downs in the past, even the failures have been spectacular.Throughout his life, he has been praised and admired everywhere, but he has never experienced the feeling of being trampled on like a dog.

But Yan Cen finally understood where Xu Muzhou's anger came from - he found his shadow in Ulan. He was very open to the strong eating the weak, but he had an instinctive aversion to being played with by others.

This is the hatred buried deep in his bones. He hates those who are superior, and also hates himself who is weak.

"Her wish is so small!" Xu Muzhou slammed on the wall next to him: "It's just so small! She doesn't resent anyone, not even the world. The only thing she wants is to get Ulan's bones Put the flute in the coffin! Is she greedy!"

"Xu Muzhou." Yan Cen said, "Calm down."

"I'm calm enough!" Xu Muzhou said with red eyes, "I've been looking for the truth for so long, and I want her to rest in peace. In the end, her wish is actually that simple."

"But it's that simple, Yan Cen." Xu Muzhou said, "It's just such a small wish that hasn't disappeared in time, and the obsession it radiates is so big that Neverland can even capture it."

"But obviously it shouldn't be like this." Xu Muzhou said: "Everything has a cause and effect, and people have desires to be obsessed. But what about Meng Wanqing, what did she do wrong!"

"This time it's all about my obsession!" Xu Muzhou said, "It was because of that unreasonable malice that her life slipped into the abyss!"

This is completely unacceptable to Xu Muzhou.

Meng Wanqing could have spent her life well. Although Ulan's mother family is gone, the emperor will keep her alive.With Song Xueyao protecting her, she will live well.

But it's so strange, fate is just a slight twist in the turning point, and everything changes.