Your heart, grandma has received. You don't have to be sad anymore! Ruoshui comforted.

With Ruoshui's comfort, Zhao Tingfeng's mood seemed to be much better.

He reached out and wiped the tears from his face, a smile squeezing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, Miss Wakasui. Every year, I ask a mage to give my grandmother a super-soul. Hopefully, she will find peace in the Western world. Zhao Tingfeng said.

It's not too early, and after everyone has trimmed up, they set out on the way back.

It's an afternoon.

When it was dusk, they came to a small stream.

They decided to set up camp here.

All the tent lamp supplies were dropped in Wangxiang Valley and were not brought back.

Tonight, they were confined to a rudimentary tent made of hay.

Fortunately, the woods are full of wood, and after lighting the wood, it will not be very cold to burn the bonfire for the whole night.

Tonight was very simple, the little beggar caught a few fish from the creek and came up, and if the water roasted the fish, he gave them to everyone to eat.

Mo Qingfeng's men also caught fish from the river, but they didn't know how to grill it, and the fish was mushy on the outside, but raw on the inside.

Mo Qingfeng could only eat it.

Ruoshui picks out the fish bones one by one, and then feeds the fish meat without spines to Qi Zhuang little by little.

The old man Dugu used a silver needle to seal Qi Zhuang's consciousness, and now although Qi Zhuang is awake and can move, his brain is blank.

Ruoshui is guarding Qi Zhuang's side every step of the way.

She gently tore the fish into small pieces, blew it lightly, and then put it in Qi Zhuang's mouth.

"Chew slowly. Swallow slowly. Ruoshui whispered to Qi Zhuang.

Qi Zhuang seems to be able to understand Ruoshui's words and follow Ruoshui's words.

Mo Qingfeng leaned on a big tree on the edge of the stream not far away, silently looking at Qi Zhuang and Ruoshui here.

Seeing that the two of them were so loving and sweet, Ruoshui took care of Qi Zhuang and concentrated on it. A complicated expression flashed across his face. That expression was elusive.

Suddenly, he didn't notice that a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

He coughed violently.

As he coughed, he felt a pain in his throat, a fishy sweetness.

With a cough, he coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood.

He immediately realized that his throat had been punctured by a fish thorn, so he quickly threw away the grilled fish in his hand, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to exercise.

I don't know how long it took for him to force the fish bones out.

In the dead of night, everyone slept.

Although the weather is relatively cold, the warmth next to the campfire is not cold at all.

After a day's walking, everyone was very tired and soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Ruoshui seemed to hear a familiar voice calling her name.

"Sister Ruoshui, Sister Ruoshui, wake up quickly, wake up quickly!"

Ruoshui opened his eyes suddenly.

She thought she was dreaming, but when she woke up from her sleep, she could still hear Sikong's voice.

"Sikong!"

Didn't Sikong die in Wangxiang Valley? His corpse turned into a fruit of hope.

How can the dead be resurrected? How could the dead call her name at night?

She couldn't sleep anymore, a spirit, her mind suddenly cleared up, and the sleepiness disappeared without a trace.

"Sister Ruoshui! Come here! Come here! ”

Outside the tent, there was another voice.

Ruoshui rubbed his temples to make sure it wasn't an auditory hallucination!

It's haunted!

Sikong's ghost has come to her for revenge?