"But I have to get her home first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" he said as he touched the hair of the girl in his arms.

"You two must be together, no one is missing!" the wraithful assembler demanded in a strong tone.

Not wanting to anger the resentful spirit again, Rodin reluctantly responded, comforted the pale and timid fawn-like girl, took her soft little hand, and strode out of the orphanage, while the resentful spirit hung tightly behind him.

The sky is not beautiful, I don't know when, there is a fog in Sintra, and the field of vision is full of white, which is not real, and inexplicably gives people a sense of illusion.

Rodin raised his eyebrows, "Sintra is so big, can you point to a general direction?"

A hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of the wraith, "I-I can't remember! Do you want to break the contract?!" he looked at the other man viciously, and Chanel hid behind Rodin in fear.

"Alas, what a trouble, you can only start looking for it from the neighborhood!" If you want to walk Sintra around, you will not succeed in most of the day, but there is no room for evasion, otherwise who knows if the resentful spirit collective will return to the orphanage to cause trouble?

In the vast mist, from time to time there is a sad voice like a description, light and heavy, far and near, the listener's heart is flooded with goosebumps, broken walls, full of desolation.

The search for the home proceeded in an orderly manner, and it was not as difficult as imagined, and every time I approached a house that burned a brazier to pay tribute to the dead, a cyan spirit flew out of the assembly. With a faint sadness on its face, the wraith flew towards the flames that looked like guiding lights.

The resentful spirit looked complicated, I don't know whether it was silence, aftertaste, or prayer, after standing for a moment, he nodded to Rodin and Chanel in salute, with a long-cherished smile of relief, and then his body faded, and he was about to drift away with the fog, but there was a sudden attraction from the Ouroboros pendant, absorbing the resentful spirit trickle, and then a warmth flowed into his body, and Rodin felt that the power and spiritual power of the ancestral dragon had increased a little.

"Unexpected joy?!" However, instead of joy, he felt sad, as if facing the graves of relatives and friends with a sense of silence, and the girl's fear gradually dissipated, and she was solemn.

The act of finding a way home for the soul of the deceased and dissipating grievances should be sacred.

The road was unobstructed, and the only strange thing was that the fog covered most of Sintra, and there was no sign of Sintra along the way, except for the broken buildings and the people who paid their respects. As time passed, they walked through countless buildings that had once flourished and now withered and decayed, and one after another the lost spirits found the memorial fire lit by their families and pounced on them like moths, and were absorbed by the Ouroboros pendant and turned into nutrients to nourish Rodin.

The resentment on the body of the collective became lighter and lighter, and the fog gradually dissipated strangely, and most of the days passed, the true face of the collective was revealed, that is, the original boy, without the interference of other resentful spirits, he regained his innocent appearance, but unfortunately the confusion and sadness in his eyes went deep into the bone marrow. When the journey reached him, he suddenly reached a bottleneck, and he visited most of Sintra, but still did not find the boy's relatives, and his home may have been reduced to dirt and could not be returned.

There was no news of his memorial fire.

He was not impatient, he followed the two of them slowly like a lost snail, and the sad aura that emanated gradually increased, and a feeling called despair quietly grew in him. I don't know how long it took for him to suddenly stop and mutter, "My home...... My Mom and Dad...... Where is it...... Where!?" "Woo woo......" He covered his face and trembled his shoulders slightly, crying bitterly.

This voice was heart-wrenching, Rodin's face was unbearable, Chanel pulled his sleeve, and asked glutinously, "Brother Rodin, why can't you find your little brother's home?" He hesitated for a moment but still said his guess,

"Alas, maybe his home was completely destroyed yesterday, and his family didn't survive!"

The girl's jewel-like eyes were faintly moist, "Then, what should ......I do?

"They almost hurt you at first, don't you mind?" he asked suddenly,

The girl hesitated for a moment, "I don't blame them, they are just a bunch of poor people who can't find their way home, and the real hateful thing is the monsters that attacked the city last night, and even Uncle Lienong died at their hands!"

She eagerly tugged at Rodin's sleeve, "Let's help him, only this one is left, and the merit will be complete!"

"What a kind girl. He sighed lightly in his heart, "Save people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west." What's more, every time I exceed a resentful spirit, I can absorb a piece of soul energy and strengthen myself, and this one will naturally not be let go. ”

Feeling the vigorous and lively power and spiritual power of the ancestral dragon, he nodded happily and responded to the girl.

"With his home destroyed and no relatives in mind, how can he fulfill the boy's wish to return home and resolve his grievances?"

Not far away, the boy's thin body squatted on the ground, his hands on his knees and he couldn't stop sobbing, and the two fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Rodin said, "I think that the only thing he can miss now is the corpse of the boy or his parents!"

Hearing the word "corpse", the girl's shoulders trembled a little timidly, and she trembled, "Brother, do you mean that we are going to find the bodies of the little brother and his family?"

"That's right! Now that it's been more than half a day since last night, their bodies should have been collected. According to Sintra's custom, unclaimed bodies are buried in mass graves outside the city. ”

He glanced at the girl, and the two of them greeted the weeping boy in understanding, and then set off for the mass grave outside the city.

The sun was setting in the west, the time was approaching evening, the thin fog could no longer block the view, but it was still desolate and silent as far as the eye could see, even the people who had worshiped the dead were gone, it was not like a city with a developed commercial atmosphere, but it resembled an abandoned city, Rodin felt strange, but it did not provoke.

As soon as they were gone, the girl was panting and her pink cheeks were dizzy, and they finally left the unguarded gates.

At the end of the flat field, on the barren wasteland, a cemetery surrounded by a tattered and rusty iron fence comes into view, and a bleak picture slowly unfolds. The girl hid behind Rodin and walked cautiously.

Entering the cemetery, you can clearly see hundreds of slightly bulging crude grave bags, rotten and moldy yellowed tombstones, an inch of grave grass, a dozen slender crooked neck trees, and black crows scratching their heads.

However, when the confused and painful boy spirit arrived here, his gloomy eyes suddenly lit up with a certain look, as if he had been summoned by the blood, and he couldn't wait to rush towards the distance not far away, and then kept circling around an area like a headless fly, his expression was full of excitement and anticipation.

"Did you find the bodies of your family?" the girl asked softly, and the boy nodded frantically, "I can feel that they are here, where I belong, my parents, help me, dig them up!"

With the strength of the boy's wraith, he should be able to tear up the dirt and dig up the bodies of his loved ones very easily, but the tombstone seemed to have some kind of natural restraint on him, and he couldn't do it, but excitedly urged the two of them and pointed them to their goal.

The three tombstones, slightly moist with soil, have been newly turned, and may have been dug not long ago.

With the boy's permission, Rodin summoned the ancestral dragon's tentacles to dig up the grave, and soon after, three fresh bones were gathered into a pile. They were a middle-aged man and a woman dressed in cheap kudzu cloth linen clothes and a skinny boy.

They were all blurred with flesh and blood, covered with bruises, and even weirdly twisted joints, and their bodies exuded a strong smell of rotting corpses, which made the girl can't help but cinch her nose.

When the boy saw the corpse, his eyebrows were crooked, revealing the childlike admiration of his parents, "Please help me bury them together in a grave!" He bowed solemnly to the two of them, and then said the names of his family, the Fred family

Rodin did as he said, buried in the ground, buried the monument, and engraved the words. The boy looked at all this with soft eyes, smiled contentedly, and suddenly withdrew his body, and waved goodbye to the tombstone, and in an instant turned into a streamer of light into the Ouroboros pendant on his chest.

"Whew......" Rodin took a deep breath, and every cell in his body wanted to get candy like a child cheering, and the pretty face of Chanel, the girl next to him, the size of a palm, showed excitement and remembrance, as if she had accomplished something great and waved her pink fist into the air.

"Brother Rodin, let's go back quickly, it's later, I'm afraid Sister Amanda will be worried!"

"Okay, do you want to fly again?!" Hearing this, the girl's shy smile bloomed like a daisy.

"Giggle...... You can fly again!", she hugged Rodin's back tightly, and her little face pressed against it.

"Bang...... Bang...... Suddenly, there was a sound of violent footsteps, the surface of the cemetery shook slightly, Rodin ignited a wave of horror, and a tall figure roared like a raging primordial beast.

At this critical juncture, the Silver Flame Rose seemed to be sealed, unable to summon, let alone spread its wings and fly.

"Soul thief, die!" In a thunderous roar, the giant approached the two of them at a gallop, and his hideous face was revealed. Ten feet tall, shrouded in a black hooded cloak, a rutted giant red and rusty shovel in his hand, his fists were huge, and what was even more terrifying was that his face had no eyes and nose except for a jagged mouth like a lamprey in the deep sea!

The black wall of hearts shone brightly, and the shovel in the giant's hand slammed into it with lightning speed!

"Boom!" Rodin's eyes went dark in the concussion of the heavens and the earth, followed by a dizzy feeling of weightlessness, and his body seemed to drift with the tide in the sea.

Drifting and drifting, I don't know if the soul is drifting in the realm of death, I can't tell how long it has been, and his vision has regained color from pitch black, but when he sees the situation around him clearly, he can't help but be stunned.

Here and now, he was in the courtyard of Amanda's orphanage. Beside him, Claire slept with a delicate snort in his coat, and a delicate exclamation came from his arms, warm and soft to the touch, but Chanel, a green-haired girl with delicate facial features, was frightened like a fawn, and her head was pushed against his chin.

"Ouch......" "Brother Rodin?" the girl withdrew from his arms with a flushed face, and the two looked at each other, and the waves in their hearts were uncertain.

She asked suspiciously, "Wasn't we in the cemetery just now, and why are we back in the orphanage all of a sudden?"

Rodin rubbed his brows in pain, "Could it be that everything was a dream just now, but how could it be that both of us had the same dream?" He felt it carefully, the power and spiritual power of the ancestral dragon had indeed increased a lot, such a situation was really appalling.

"Are we both out of body?"

"Spirit thief, we are obviously returning home as souls, how can we say 'thief', what is that faceless monster?"

After thinking about it to no avail, he soon told the people of the Wind Brigade about this strange experience, and they were also confused, so they could only give up for the time being.