Righteousness and pure love, yet you ask me to spread demons throughout the world?

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It grew much smaller by evening.

When they returned to the inn, it had been temporarily requisitioned by the Six Doors.

Qiu Ying and Xia Yuelan cooked a lot of hot porridge for the martial arts practitioners who were taking a temporary rest. Fu Hai also drank a bowl of porridge in the main hall.

Immediately afterward, he saw Murong Die, exhausted, rushing towards him through the rain.

"Sister Die," Fu Hai said, holding an umbrella over her as he went out to greet her. "You should rest for a bit." "I'm fine," Murong Die shook her head. "Business is more important."

Upon reaching the eaves, Fu Hai folded his umbrella, and Murong Die removed her straw hat; her tattered clothes were also soaked through. Because of the crowd, she didn't immediately take off her raincoat.

Fortunately, there were her clothes in room number eight, and she was about to go back to her guest room to change. "Miss Butterfly!" A hurried voice suddenly called from behind.

Chapter 33 Helplessness! Give this old man some face?

Murong Die turned around and saw that it was none other than the old constable Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie, holding an oil-paper umbrella, with a wound dressing on his neck, was dressed in a black robe. Fu Hai, realizing he wanted to discuss serious matters with Murong Die, stepped aside. Murong Die and Zhao Jie went to a corner under the eaves, not entering the main hall. "Old Zhao, you were injured last night, why didn't you rest at home?" Zhao Jie also looked travel-worn.

He folded his oil-paper umbrella and shook off the water that had accumulated on it: "Miss Butterfly, may I ask you for a favor?"

Murong Die had always respected this senior, so she was startled to see him use the word "beg" at this moment, and quickly said, "Please speak, Elder Zhao."

Zhao Jie said, "If Miss Die really finds that White Bone Demoness, could you please give me face and try to capture her and bring her back to the Six Doors prison first, instead of killing her?" Murong Die asked, "Why is that?"

Zhao Jie said, "Whether he is the murderer in the Ganhu serial murder case is still up in the air."

Murong Die said, "But last night someone clearly saw it sucking blood and killing people, and they also found the bodies. Moreover, in the place where it appeared, there were several victims whose blood had been drained."

Old Constable Zhao said, "Anyone can throw away a household registration document, but the strongest witness is still the night watchman from last night."

“I found out that the night watchman’s name is Li Jun, and he’s a gambler. I wanted to question him again, but after he left after giving his statement last night, he seemed to have disappeared.”

"I went to his house and found it empty. All the valuables were gone, and his wife and children had clearly been sent away first. I felt that there might be something wrong with him, so I continued to investigate and headed east."

"After finally finding the trail of his family's departure, we found him, his wife, and children at a roadside house."

"His body was covered in knife wounds, and all his valuables were gone. It looked like he had been robbed by thugs, which made it impossible to verify his identity." Murong Diecuo: "Old Zhao, why did you suddenly think of investigating him again?"

Old Constable Zhao raised his hand and touched his neck: "That demoness, although she looked strange and terrifying..."

"But if she really was the murderer, killing so many people was the same as killing me. Why didn't she kill me with that sword strike?"

He looked solemnly at Mu Rongdie: "As a member of the martial arts world, I am clear about gratitude and grudges. Since that White Bone Demoness spared my life, I cannot fail to repay this kindness."

"I dare not ask you, Miss Butterfly, to let it go. I only hope that once we find it, we can capture it and deal with it. I must find out the truth behind this."

"I have already informed all the people I know in secret, but there are clearly many assassins among these people searching the mountains. I'm afraid that once they find us first, they will kill us to silence us no matter what."

"Miss Butterfly, please do me the favor and if you find her first, try to keep her alive and bring her back to the city prison."

They actually wanted to keep that sinister and eerie skeletal demoness alive. This request shocked Murong Die.

She whispered, "I understand! Old Zhao, you must also be careful. If there really is a conspiracy hidden inside, your continued investigation might lead to your death."

Old Constable Zhao said, "Don't worry, Miss Die, I'm no pushover either." He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, then hurriedly left, holding up his oil-paper umbrella. Murong Die's expression turned somewhat grave as she returned to the main hall.

"Sister Butterfly!" Fu Hai greeted her. "It's too noisy and crowded here. Why don't you rest in my room in the backyard? I'll get you your change of clothes and make you something nice to eat."

Murong Die looked up and said, "Alright! But there's no need to prepare anything special. I'll just have porridge like everyone else." Fu Hai led her to the backyard.

It was much quieter here. The low houses on both sides and the storage room at the back formed a courtyard, with rain pelting down from the gloomy sky. Entering Fu Hai's room, there was a bed, a table, a few stools, and a wardrobe by the window—that was all.

Fu Hai took out a few coins: "Sister Die, change your clothes first, I'll help you with your clothes."

Murong Die took the dry towel: "Elementary school cabinet, thank you for your help." Fu Hai peeked out: "What should I call it?"

Murong Die tapped him on the head: "Stop fooling around now."

Fu Hai first filled a basin with clean water for Murong Die. Then, he went through the lobby to the upstairs, used a key to open the door of room number eight, and helped Murong Die get her clothes.

Back in the backyard, it was much quieter. Apart from the sound of rain, no one else came in. Murong Die was in his room, wiping herself naked.

Although she was wearing clothes, her inner garments, bra, and pants were soaked through after a whole day. Fu Hai said, "Sister Die, would you like me to get you some hot water for a bath?"

"No need!" Murong Die turned around. "Eat something, rest for a bit, and then we'll be going out again soon."

She looked out at the wind and rain, which had subsided considerably: "The longer this goes on, the farther that witch will have the chance to escape. Once she recovers, who knows how many people will die when she takes revenge on An County next time."

Fu Hai knew, of course, that it wouldn't make a difference even if she went out.

He was the only one who knew the true location of the "White Bone Demoness," but he would never reveal it. He knew that even if he told Murong Die, it would be useless and would only make things more difficult for her.

Even if Murong Die followed the advice of that old constable Zhao and only captured him without killing him, imprisoning him, it would still cause a lot of trouble later. However, he couldn't act at this time.

He had to wait until it got completely dark before he could secretly rescue Ye Liuxiang and bring her back to the mountains. Fu Hai brought over a large bowl of porridge for Murong Die, but with many side dishes that the others didn't have.

A large bowl of hot porridge was placed on the table, and Murong Die swallowed it spoonful by spoonful. Her continuous fatigue finally subsided considerably.

Fu Hai said, "Sister Die, you didn't rest last night, and you didn't spend the whole day in the mountains without eating anything, did you?" "You did eat some dry rations," Murong Die said.

After finishing her porridge, she said, "I'll sleep for a quarter of an hour first, and then I'll go out. Don't go up the mountain tonight. That demoness has been cornered. It's dark and windy, and even if you find her, there might be a fight."

"You should stay at the inn, but be careful even while you're there." Fu Hai was anxious: "A quarter of an hour of rest is hardly enough."

"You've been exhausted since last night, and you've been in the city for the first few levels, right? Get some rest, and I'll call you when it's time to go."

“It’s alright!” Murong Die said softly, “There are still many people searching in the mountains. There aren’t many people with the strength of the seventh realm. Even if we find them, we may not be able to keep them here. I can’t rest here.”

Seeing her insistence, Fu Hai had no choice but to give up.

He looked out the window. Although the rain had indeed lessened, the cold wind howled, and the downpour had made the world suddenly cold.

Chapter 34 Heroine, Your Thoughts Are Unhealthy

Murong Die didn't take off her clothes and went to bed fully clothed. Fu Hai knew that it would be useless to persuade her to rest more.

So she sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Sister Die, let me give you a massage."

Murong Die blushed and whispered, "Good man, please don't bully me at this time." At this moment, she had neither the heart nor the energy to let him torment her.

“It really is just a massage,” Fu Hai said. “Sister Die, what are you thinking? You’re supposed to be a heroine of An County, your thoughts are not healthy.”

Murong Die never expected that a man who rode her around in the moonlit forest and made her call him "father" would say she had "unhealthy thoughts." She was speechless for a moment.

However, the moment his hands touched her, her tired body and mind felt much better.

The sensation of being melted by the hot water made her feel as if she were soaking in hot water in this cool world, incredibly comfortable. Her eyelids gradually drooped, and she fell into an indescribable peace.

Even so, after a quarter of an hour, she forced herself to sit up, shaking off the comforting feeling of gradually drifting into sleep. Fu Hai couldn't stop her, so he filled a gourd with hot water for her, tied it around her waist so she could have some hot water to drink on the way up the mountain, and then escorted her out of the inn.

Upon arriving at the inn, the sky was gloomy after a rain shower. Torches stretched out like fiery dragons among the distant mountains.

Murong Die glanced at the dark clouds in the night sky and said softly, "I hope everyone can have a peaceful and safe Lantern Festival!"

After speaking, he had a new willow-leaf knife tied to his waist, and instead of wearing a raincoat, he hung his bamboo hat on his back. He stepped out of the inn and into the night.

Fu Hai turned around and saw some exhausted martial arts practitioners resting in the main hall.

Some of them, who hadn't slept all night, collapsed in a corner and slept right there on the floor, trying to close their eyes for a few moments. Sister Qiu Ying and Junior Sister Yue Lan cooked another pot of porridge and brought it up.

“You all stay here tonight,” Fu Hai said in a low voice. “I’m going up the mountain for a while; I need to go out and help later.” Xia Yuelan said, “Senior brother.”

Fu Hai turned around and smiled: "Don't worry, it's nothing."

Fu Hai went up the mountain, but first went to his own courtyard. He rummaged through the chests and cabinets and found a very long bundle of hemp rope. Then, he went around to the side of the cliff, tied one end of the rope to a tree, and let the other end down. He looked up and saw the night growing darker.

In the distance, a few scattered stars appeared, but the moonlight remained obscured by dark clouds. A mountain wind swept in, making him feel a little cold.

He had to bring Ye Liuxiang over before the clouds cleared and the moon appeared. He turned and hurried down the mountain, passing through the inn.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Xia Yuelan said, "Don't wander off alone, try to stay with everyone."

Fu Hai turned around and laughed, "Of course... do you think I'm like you?" Xia Yuelan put her hands on her hips and snorted.

Qiu Ying sat behind the counter, looked up at him, and said, "Boss, be careful." Fu Hai felt a warmth in his heart and smiled, "I know."

After leaving the inn, they ran as fast as they could, trying to avoid people carrying torches along the way.

Fu Hai had already memorized the exact location where Ye Liuxiang had been buried during the day, and he was also very familiar with the mountains and forests outside the city. He glanced at the system panel on the way.

Below the task "Any woman will do," a series of prompts popped up: "Night Fragrance is critically injured and dying, with approximately one hour remaining."

"Ye Liuxiang cultivates the Bright Moon White Bone Contemplation. If she can be exposed to moonlight, her injuries can be slowed down." Fu Hai looked up at the night sky. Although the clouds weren't very dense, they were currently obscuring the moon. Once the moon moved past its zenith, the moonlight would eventually shine down.

However, it's hard to say whether the moonlight will appear within an hour.

Fu Hai rushed to the spot where Ye Liuxiang had buried the incense, his hands like claws, using his sect's Dragon Claw Hand technique to dig and claw. Fortunately, the surrounding area was muddy, and by pulling out the broken branches one by one, he successfully dug out the pit. He took out a tinderbox, lit it, and looked inside, gasping in shock.

A deathly pale skull protruded from the yellow sewage, cervical vertebrae connected to the arm bones, cervical vertebrae... it truly looked like a corpse. Was this really the "Robin Hood" Ye Liuxiang? Was the system playing a joke on me?

He reached out and lifted the petite figure out; the tattered pink dress was already covered in mud and couldn't be pulled out at all.

It's unclear what mysterious force at play, but despite the absence of flesh and skin, the bones were connected, forming a seemingly complete skeleton that clearly belonged to a young girl.

Last night, seeing the eerie white-boned demoness through Murong Die's "spy window" was a completely different experience from holding a ghastly white body in my arms right now.

Should I really save her? Fu Hai felt a chill run down his spine. But quickly, he made up his mind.

Last night, observing from the window through the "spy's" eye, he clearly understood that this "heroic thief, Night Fragrance," even when surrounded and pursued, never wanted to mistakenly kill the innocent.

If she were truly a villain, she would have been ruthless and decisive from the beginning, and wouldn't have ended up like this. Fu Hai held the petite Lou Xia Nu in his arms and looked around.

A cold wind blew, and his forehead suddenly felt cold. Only then did he realize that he was sweating.

He knew very well what his fate would be if he were discovered to have tried to rescue this skeleton demoness.

He knew that "it" wasn't a bad person...or rather, it wasn't bad at all, but in this situation, it was impossible to say for sure.

Looking down, the little heroine's bones were as white as jade. After he carried her out, the mud seemed unable to stick to her fair body... and the white bones slid down naturally.

A bright, fluorescent light covered her entire body, making her bones look like solidified moonlight.

Many bones were broken into pieces, like shattered tempered glass, only held together by this mysterious fluorescence to prevent them from falling apart.

Fu Hai took off his coat, carried the young female knight on his back, and then covered her slender leg bones from behind, along with the coat and her head. They felt smooth and cold to the touch.

Her bony hand looped across his chest, swaying as he ran down the mountain.

Occasionally, I would turn my head to look at the skull resting on my shoulder. Seeing it so close, it wasn't so eerie or terrifying.