In Wu Ya's cramped attic, Xunma told him about seeing the scarecrow, and he felt pain in his wrist and didn't want to be beaten again for lying to him.

Wu Ya reclining Buddha lying on his side, listening relaxedly, there was a cup of good tea in front of the two of them, steaming hot, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing. When Wu Ya took it out of the box, the Hanlin Courtyard Envoy's fingers were still glued to it.

"He took these precious tea as his life when he was alive, and in the end it wasn't cheap for me. Wu Ya said.

After Xunma finished talking about the scarecrow, Wu Ya fell into a deep groan: "Even if you cut off your head and send it back to the palace, the emperor won't believe it." ”

"Exactly. But when I returned to the camp, the walking corpses in the mountains had already passed the mountain pass, and Betelgeuse had all been dispatched to clear them, and the wounded cavalry was carried back to Zhongzhou for treatment and began to mutate. ”

"In fact, if you want to have a way, there is still a way. ”

"Do you mean to close the gates of the Dao Holy District and shoot and burn the wounded soldiers?" asked Xunma, "Yuan Qing can't do such a thing, after all, he is the most merciful of the three saints." Or a scarecrow, what do you think?"

"It's a spell. Wu Ya said, "And it's a primitive spell." ”

"What is a primitive spell, is it cheaper?"

"No, it was a spell used by the ancients a long, long time before us. Wu Ya said, "Like weapons, spells are constantly changing and becoming more convenient. The phenomenon you encounter is very similar to the most primitive kind of spells recorded in ancient books. ”

"What's the use of this spell? The scarecrow turns off the lights and becomes something else, a trick?"

"The spells of the ancients were all useful in that era, and it is difficult for us to speculate now. Maybe for the sake of war, turning scarecrows into monsters and attacking enemies. ”

"Then why do you have to weave a fixed straw? It's just, a joke. ”

"What is the essence of spells?" Wu Ya said, "The essence of spells is that there are many strange laws hidden in this world, just like water will not leave traces after being cut with a knife, and ice will turn into water, these laws are visible to all of us on a daily basis, but there are many, many laws, which are invisible in daily life, such as two special herbs, put together to cure dysentery, but the order is reversed, it is poison, if the ancients saw us like this, they would think that we have spells." These laws are still being discovered, and spells are hidden laws, but spells are different from other laws. ”

Hunting Ma looked at him, and his brain began to spin wildly.

"Spells can't be inferred, can't be reasoned with, for example, a scarecrow made from a fixed number of straws, in the absence of light, will become a monster, then maybe add one, it will become something else? ”

Xunma touched his chin: "The law that can't be inferred is very like-"

"Artificial. Wu Ya said, "You're right, spells, all the books I've seen so far, the methods used in them, seem to have been written by someone at will. ”

Well......

Xunma pretended to be pensive, "Is it God?"

There are many religions in Zhongzhou, plus the surrounding tribes, there are about more than 400 kinds of gods, because there are too many, and when the Betelgeuse cavalry rushed to kill, they never saw any gods to protect them, so there is a high probability that there is no god in Xunma.

But Hunting Horse thought of that monster again, that monster is not a human, if there is a monster, shouldn't God also exist?

Wu Ya obviously didn't have an answer either, otherwise he would have come to a conclusion. The two men were silent for a moment.

Xun Ma said: "That monster must have something to do with the walking corpse, they bleed the same color of blood, the walking corpse is from Haijiao Village, then, maybe that monster is the reason for the walking corpse - I said before, this monster I have never seen in this world." As he spoke, he dipped his finger in the tea leaves and drew the monster's face.

Wu Ya looked at the face and took out a book from behind him, Xun Ma saw that the author of the book was Shen Mo, he spread out a page, and on Shen Mo's book, there was a drawing of a person, and the face of that person was very similar to the face of a monster.

"There is no explanation for this picture, he is drawn in the book like this, I don't know where he got it, but it seems to be similar to what you said. ”

"Who the hell is this Shen Mo?" asked Xunma, "who seems to be stupid and awesome." ”

"His theory didn't end up being done, but he did a lot of experiments, and they were so enlightening that it's hard not to be convinced by him. Wu Ya still looked at that face, "Didn't this monster kill you in the end?"

At dawn the next day, Xunma came out of the cave, except for the scarecrow, only the blood stains led to the mine behind the village, and Xunma did not continue to pursue. Because at that moment in the evening, all the companions were silent. He knew that this monster must not be hunted by man.

I should have escaped because of the fire, or rather, because of the light.

"Understood. Wu Ya sat up, "The deal is like this, you told me about the scarecrow, I think you are telling the truth, next, I will take you out of the city, and after that, I also hope that you will take me to see the place of the scarecrow." Do you accept it?"

"Haijiao Village is in the far mountains, and now the entire gate is full of walking corpses, the two of us may not be able to get to that place, and if that monster is still there, I can't beat it anyway, I don't know if you can do it. "I have an idea, that is, you take me out of the city, and then you find a place where no one is around, and make a scarecrow yourself, isn't it different?"

"Oh, you're reluctant to leave Midstate. Wu Ya suddenly came to his senses, "Not only do I have concerns about Zhongzhou, but you also have concerns, or that, your daughter?"

The word daughter shook Xunma's whole person, and he kept trying to sort out the word in his heart. But he's been running away.

"That woman, you were young at the time, and you were so drunk that night that you didn't really do anything. Wu Ya said, "Your companions can testify to you, why do you believe her side so much, she is a military prostitute, involved in a big case of smuggling poisonous weeds, and even more than 100 people sitting at that time will definitely die, and her daughter should also be killed together." But the child is still young, and according to the law of Zhongzhou, he will not be killed until he is five years old. That child is not yours and has nothing to do with you. ”

Xunma's mind flashed back to a year ago on the execution ground, when the woman suddenly saw him in the crowd and yelled at him: "That child is yours, you have to save her, you have to save her." ”

A few years ago, when he was still young, they broke down thirteen villages in a row, and the sergeant celebrated and found him a military prostitute, but he was so drunk that day that he didn't remember anything. When he woke up, his copper coins were taken away by this woman.

This is the woman who was taken to the execution ground a year ago.

That was the woman's last expectation, the clear memory of the horse-seeking in her eyes. "She's your daughter, your military exploits can save her!" Xunma followed her gaze and saw a little girl kneeling on the side of the torture table. Very small.

The girl watched in a daze as her mother was escorted to the execution ground. The military prostitute, whose name was unknown to Soma, shouted to the girl, "Remember, he's your father." ”

The moment the little girl looked at the horse, her mother's head fell to the ground.

The little girl was four years old at the time, and after a year on death row, she would be beheaded here. This girl is the concern of looking for horses, and almost everything he has done for more than a year has been for this girl.

"After I take Su Rong to the shelter, I will be awarded military merit, and then I can get an amnesty and go to the prison to rescue my daughter, I have been watching the prison for the past few months, and the lights are on every day, and the people inside should still be alive. ”

"There is no food supply, even if there are people alive in the prison, they should be cannibals, that girl is only five years old, it should be good food. Wu Ya said, "I repeat, she is not your daughter. ”

She thought so. Xunma said, he still remembered the first time he went to see her in the prison, and the time she called Daddy, his heart melted. "All she knows is that I'm her father, and if I wasn't, she'd be in this world, and there would be nothing left. ”

Xunma didn't worry about the little girl's life or death, in the prison, he entrusted his daughter to a person, as long as that person was there, his daughter would not die.

As he spoke, there was a sudden sound of sobbing outside the window, and the two of them turned their heads and saw that Su Rong had been hiding outside the window and eavesdropping without knowing something, and now he was crying: "It's so touching, I can't imagine that you are so loving, little soldier, don't worry, I will definitely help you get an amnesty." ”

The two of them looked at Su Rong, their eyes crossed her, and they looked at Zhongzhou City behind her, and the flames were soaring.

The fire burned.