"My lord, don't you feel anything?"
As they advanced, Arthur looked at Wu Heng, whose expression had not changed in the slightest, and asked curiously.
"Feel what?" Wu Heng turned his head.
"Those dead people—they were attacked by evil spirits, then fell into banditry and harmed others. What difference is there between what they did and what evil spirits do?" Arthur voiced the conflict in his heart.
"There is no difference."
Wu Heng replied calmly, his expression unchanged as he continued in the same tone, "Do you know why evil spirits hurt humans?"
The question stunned Arthur. It seemed he had never considered it before. He only knew that evil spirits and humans were naturally opposed to one another.
As though resentment and hatred were simply meant to exist between them.
Remembering Wu Heng's words that there was no difference, he hesitated before saying, "Do those evil spirits hurt humans because they're hungry?"
"Have you ever hunted?"
"I have, but because of the evil spirits' influence, there are very few animals left in the forest now."
"Evil spirits enjoy hunting too. Perhaps that's their fun." Wu Heng said.
"But these things feel strange to me right now." Arthur was puzzled. "Yet I don't know what exactly is strange."
"It just feels very wrong."
"Could it be because the road has been too peaceful?"
"Yes, that's it." Arthur suddenly came to his senses. "Those evil spirits... those evil spirits seem to be..."
"Clearing the way for us, right?"
"Right!" Arthur was shocked.
"Marrow Rot isn't just something good for fighting evil spirits. It's also something evil spirits need. Your feeling isn't wrong."
Wu Heng's words instantly put the entire group on edge, ready for battle. They knew that if this was true, then once they reached Mire Graveyard, a major battle