After her soul was gone, she had new friends, a new family, and a new important person.

She had something new to protect.

Those warm things invaded her soul little by little, making her walking corpse become spiritual and alive again.

Looking at the woman in the mirror with an extremely dusty temperament, the corners of Ling Luo's lips involuntarily hooked up a faint arc.

"Luo'er, are you alright? I've summoned Black Feather back. ”

There was a knock on Xuanyuan Yu's door outside the door.

"Well, here we are."

Ling Luo stood up, and the moment he pushed the door open, he saw the extremely wide black feathers with his true body already appearing.

Hei Yu tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes stared at her in a friendly manner, and he had almost subconsciously identified with Ling Luo's identity as the hostess.

It's a proud Eagle King, and it's usually not going to be taken on.

Xuanyuan Yu took Ling Luo's hand, helped her to Hei Yu's back and sat down, and then under Sheng Ge's envious gaze, with an eagle roar, the two of them went in the direction of the sky.

From the imperial capital of Yingyang to Liucheng, it is probably the time of a stick of incense. Ling Luo had to sigh at the convenience of Black Feather.

After the two landed, they walked on the desolate streets of Liucheng.

The war had just ended, the city was devastated, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, and almost everyone had a 120,000-point exhaustion and numbness on their faces.

A group of soldiers passed by, and the people fledgled with fear on their faces.

Ling Luo's heart crossed a faint sadness, after years of war, the residents of the border were all like frightened birds, living in dire straits.

After the soldiers left, Ling Luo grabbed an old lady on the side of the road and asked, "Auntie, do you know where the battlefield of the battle between the Xijiu Kingdom and the Dongchen Kingdom is located?" ”

The old aunt's face immediately crossed with fear, and said, "Girl, Lu Yuan's place is haunted, you can't go!" ”

"Lu Yuan?" Ling Luo wondered, "Where is Lu Yuan?" ”

The old aunt pointed in the direction of the city gate and said, "Go straight to the west after leaving the city gate, and there will be a wasteland full of gloomy bones, which is Lu Yuan." ”

Ling Luo smiled lightly: "Aunt Xie Lu." ”

Spooky bones? Haunted?

So much better.

She wished it was haunted, and the more gloomy it was, the more likely it was that there would be a boneless mandala.

Thinking of this, regardless of the obstruction of the enthusiastic old aunt, Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu went straight in the direction of the west city gate.

Sure enough, according to the old aunt's instructions, the two walked not long before they saw a bone-covered wasteland.

On the land plain, corpses are all over the field, and the enemy and our army have been unable to distinguish clearly.

It's late autumn now, and the weather is a little cold, so the smell of corpses in the wasteland is not so obvious, and it's still within the range of tolerance.

Ling Luo took out an incense burner from the space ring and gasped the Lingxi agarwood.

The green smoke is slow, the twilight mist is curling, and the faint fragrance gradually spreads in the air.

Ghosts began to appear in front of Ling Luo's eyes.

They were dressed in battle robes, and many of them had tears on their faces, and they sat in place and wept.

The expressions on their faces were very rich, sad, confused, and sad.

"It turns out that ghosts are not as terrible as in the books circulating in the market." Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh.

Xuanyuan Yu explained: "Ordinary ghosts, seven days after death, must return to the home where they were born before they can be reincarnated. ”