The mountain wind was strong, and the sound of hissing swept over the slopes, turning and sweeping straight up the treetops. Fengzi looked at the corpse of the girl in the pile of artemisia grass, and his feelings were very complicated, grief, grief, anger, anger, and so on. After a long time, he thought that the man was dead after all, how could he allow the violent corpse to be buried in the world? Feng Zidu then followed the night to move the stones beside the grass, and despite the pain in his hands, he dug a deep pit with his hands and buried the girl's body.

Ruan Yue silently came to help on the side, piling up the soil for the grave. The night breeze is fluttering, the moon sinks in the west mountain, and from time to time the two of them bury the girl. In the darkness, Ruan Yue saw that Feng Zidu's hands were scarred and bloodstained by digging pits, and her heart ached, so she took out the ointment and applied it carefully, before sitting down beside Feng Zidu. Looking at the tomb, she suddenly let out a long sigh and said softly: "I just don't know where this sister is from and what her surname is, but it's sad and pitiful." ”

When Feng Zidu heard this, he felt very strange and asked, "Miss Ruan, what's wrong?" Ruan Yue turned his head to look at Feng Zidu, paused, and then said softly: "It's nothing." Alas, I was just thinking that if we knew the name of this sister, we could have erected a monument for her, and she would not have died in a foreign country like she is now. ”

Feng Zidu was suddenly stunned when he heard this, raised his eyes and looked at the newly piled tombs in front of him, and was speechless for a long time. After a long while, Fengzi stood up suddenly, looked up to the sky and sighed, shook his head and said: "In the troubled times, everyone is in danger, now we have to take care of ourselves, it's still too late, it's too late, it's the so-called precarious, but where can anyone care about these so-called lonely souls and wild ghosts, what is the name of the family?" When she was hurting herself and feeling self-pity, Fengzi couldn't help but feel a faint pain in her heart.

Ruan Yue has traveled around the rivers and lakes with his master Bai Ni Shenni since he was a child, and indeed he has seen and encountered many life and death killings along the way, and the dead are all hastily buried on the spot, as the soul of a foreign land. is because of the begging life on the blade, the shape is forbidden, and at that time, I really didn't care about too many worldly things. Hearing this, Ruan Yue also stood up, and also sighed for a long time, so according to the local custom, she went around to find some small round stones to pile on the top of the girl's tomb.

The two of them encountered such a tragic rape and murder in this halfway of the mountain for no reason, but they did not even know who the murderer was, although it is said that under the troubled times, the demons are dancing wildly, and everyone is in danger, but the heavens are clear and the cycle is endless, how can they let the murderer get away with it? Feng Zidu and Ruan Yue are both indignant, full of emotion, secretly only make up their minds, even if they go to the thorns and dangers, they must both be sure to find the flower thief to come out and punish the evil, to seek justice for the deceased, and to demonstrate justice.

However, the world is vast, and where do we have to go to find that violent and frenzied flower thief? This must be tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. Feng Zidu and Ruan Yue glanced at each other, and from each other's eyes, they could see that they were at a loss. The two of them looked gloomy, shook their heads secretly and sighed, so they were no longer in the mood to simmer the white rabbit meat to eat, and under the moonlight, they picked some wild fruits from the mountains and hurriedly filled their hunger, so they looked for a way and left.