The jet-black imperial army's spiritual bird, carrying Mu Fengming and others, disappeared into the reflection of the bright moon.
Chu Yue was silent for a while before walking towards the people who were tied to the target.
She didn't say anything, she just silently untied the skinny low-level warriors one after another.
Whenever she untied a warrior, she would place her right hand on her left chest, bend down slightly, and perform the most standard military salute of Shenwu.
When the people saw this, they burst into tears. The panic and grievances they had felt for many days, as well as the pain that crushed their spines due to the unfairness of the world, all turned into tears at this moment, flowing down their unclean cheeks.
After untying the last warrior, Chu Yue did not stop, but picked up some urns next to the fire.
After doing all this, she faced everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, I am General Shenwu Zhenbei, and I am here to take you home."
It was just one sentence, but it made these people burst into tears.
"Go home...let's go home..."
"I'm still alive, I'm actually still alive..."
"Thank God, I can still go back to see my daughter and grow up with her."
"Back then, during the battle in Changqing Town, Zhenbei Hou Yifu was in charge and saved many innocent people, including my father. Now I have been saved by General Zhenbei, and the Zhenbei family has been kind to me!"
The last person to speak was a young and thin man.
Chu Yue held the urn, looked at the group of people, then looked down at the safety rope on her wrist, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
"General Ye, you were wounded by an arrow because of us. You need to heal your wounds quickly."
The old miner hunched over and looked worriedly at the wound on Chu Yue's shoulder blade.
"Slight injury, nothing important."
Chu Yue said: "What happened today has never happened. You don't have to mention it to anyone in the future. Let go of all the hatred and resentment in your heart."
"General Ye, this..."
"This is an order."
Chu Yue said firmly.
"We all listen to General Ye!"
The warrior shouted with all his strength: "We must obey the general's order!"
Chu Yue glanced at Lin Beixuan and General Gu from the corner of her eyes, and there was a chill in the depths of her eyes.
"Little Ye Zi, please put it down too."
In Shennong Space, Xuanyuan Xiu, who understood Chu Yue's approach, said complicatedly: "You asked them to put down this grudge and stay away from the disputes in Yaochi Palace. Then, did you let it go?"
In Chu Yue's arms were many cold urns.
Inside this small jar, there was once a person, the life of his wife and daughter, the hope of his family, and the people of Shenwu.
Chu Yue closed her eyes, gently breathed in the air that still smelled of blood, and a helpless smile appeared on her lips.
She used her spiritual consciousness to transmit the message and asked: "Old cultivator, what about you? Can you let it go?"
Xuanyuan Xiu suddenly fell silent, his narrow sword eyes filled with monstrous rage!
"How can we let go of the hatred of humiliating my Xuanyuan people, the hatred of killing my Shenwu people, and the hatred of taking away my Beixuan Iron Mine? If I hadn't had no body of flesh and blood, if I hadn't been just a lonely ghost wandering the world,
I must pay her blood debt in Yaochi Palace and go to Jiuyou Huangquan to be buried with my people!"
Xuanyuan Xiu's eyes were red and full of pain, even his body was trembling, and his hands were already clenched into iron fists!
"so......"
Chu Yue felt Xuanyuan Xiu's anger and raised her voice and said: "In the future, if I practice my merits and virtues to perfection and reach the pinnacle, her Yaochi Palace will have to repay my blood debt with my blood! Otherwise, how can I appease the innocent souls of Shenwu on the Huangquan Road?"
In the dark night, in front of the warrior, Chu Yue suddenly opened her cold eyes.
"follow me."
She held the urn and led the warriors out of the purgatory-like shooting range.
Suddenly, the fingertips of Chu Yue's hand holding the urn trembled slightly.
The urn is no longer cold but warm.
The sound of rags rang in Chu Yue's mind: "It is said that when the deceased is in Jiuyou, the ashes of the ashes are warm. Yuezi girl, I think that even if they die, they still feel your presence.
, your resentment. Perhaps, they also hope that you can live peacefully, and they no longer have any resentment."
Chu Yue paused slightly, stopped in her tracks, and was stunned for a while.
She felt the warmth carefully, and a wry smile appeared on her lips.
After pondering for a moment, she smiled and walked out step by step.
Among the crowd, Feng Beiyin was wearing a red robe and looked so charming, like a poisonous poppy blooming in the cold night.
He weighed the apple in his hand, looked at Chu Yue's figure from a distance, and smiled.