No one in Qingqiu was sent to collect the funeral, and she knew that once the fox fairy who was expelled from Qingqiu was desolate and depressed, no one would care.

It rained heavily that night, and the lantern Qingyue was carrying had already been wet by the rain, her dress was tightly attached to her body, and the cold rain flowed down her scattered black hair to her face, and she couldn't open her eyes.

She was so crazy that she broke down the door, fell a few times along the way, her arms were all black, and finally arrived at the mass grave full of corpses and bones before the night was completely dark.

The bleak evening breeze swirled across the open fields below, and above the dead branches, black crows cried ominously, and the corpses that had rotted were shone with thunder, revealing their white bones.

It's terrifying –

Even after hundreds of years of life, she had never seen such a scene.

She knelt on her knees and crawled forward desperately, ignoring the stench and fear, turning over one corpse after another.

There were too many corpses in the mass graves, and she searched for as long as it rained, her dress was already stained with unknown things, her hair was messy like a madman, and the crows on the branches cried "ahh

Qingyue cried with joy.

Then her body stiffened completely, she trembled and lifted the tattered mat wrapped around her, Lingzhen's pale little face was full of pain, but the clear sky after the rain could not reflect her eyes, she was the boss with her eyes open, and her stomach was bulging.

She died and did not wait for the return of her beloved man.

Even the children who were full of expectations went with her.

She lay on her stiff and cold corpse and wept, whimpering for miles.

Occasionally, a few tourists who had to pass by were also frightened by her miserable despair, like a female ghost.

Later, Qingyue cremated Lingqiu's body, took her ashes thousands of miles to the foot of Qingqiu Mountain, and knelt there for three days and three nights.

She regretted it very much, if she had been ruthless at the beginning and didn't let her go when Lingzhen begged her, maybe today, Lingzhen is still a fox fairy high above, and is loved by the elders of the clan.

There is no end to the tragic death now, and he is troubled by mortal dust.

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Su Kui later learned that Qingyue's only wish in exchange for sacrificing her soul was to let Lingqi not repeat the mistakes of the past and be burdened by love.

Such a fresh and refined wish can be said to be unseen in her previous experience.

Qingyue did not ask Su Kui to kill Yun Feimo and avenge Lingzhen, but she knew in her heart that everything was just Lingzhen's willing moth to put out the fire, and men in the world were like this, but she herself couldn't see it really.

I can't complain about others.

In another life, she only hopes that Lingzhen can be well and never meet the man who ruined her life again.

As for the rest, let it be—

Seeing that Lingzhen's 100th birthday was approaching, and the plot would also begin, Su Kui was full of sorrow.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and she stared in a daze at the door of the old house standing in Flower Lane opposite, the two red lanterns that were badly faded and turned by the wind in a daze.

The days passed too long, and she became lazy, but after looking at it for a while, she yawned and couldn't stop shaking, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

So, she simply obeyed her wishes, swayed her embroidered shoes, and shook back to the bed that had just left, still with residual warmth.

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