"Sister......

A low murmur, faintly audible.

Feng Wanyue lowered her eyes and looked at the burial objects in the wooden coffin, and her heart was desolate.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, picked up the golden hairpin that Feng Yunyansu wore every day, and held it tightly in her hand.

But in the blink of an eye, he was sure that he didn't feel any anger or death, and his tense body suddenly collapsed.

Fortunately, Feng Yan was puzzled when he saw Mo Chenyuan coming out of the mausoleum, and came in time to catch Feng Xuanyue.

"Yue'er, are you okay?"

"Beauty Daddy, Sister She ......"

"Let's go home first, the guards are already here."

The spirits that were summoned by the forcibly demolished coffins can naturally be restored to their original state, and people will not be able to see the slightest abnormality.

On the way back, Feng Wanyue didn't say a word as if she had lost her soul.

Until the father and daughter returned to the Zhenguo Mansion and arrived at the courtyard where she lived.

Feng Yan poured two cups of warm tea and put them on the table, and said in a stiff voice, "Yue'er, it's not too early today, you rest early, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

From childhood to adulthood, Feng Wanyue has always been moody.

Now her grief is written on her face, and it is not difficult to guess the result.

"Daddy."

"Huh?"

"Do you know what it means to not feel angry and dead?"

“……”

Feng Wanyue's eyes were red, and she choked up, "There is no corpse in the dead, the soul is scattered, my sister is really dead...... And the person who killed her was so vicious, and even the way to reincarnation was cut off, we ...... Never to see her again. ”

On the carriage back home, she had been trying to use the art of spiritualism.

However, the reality is cruelly telling a result: Feng Yunyan is long gone, and there is not even a trace of a remnant soul.

This kind of method of murdering human life is definitely not something that ordinary heavenly masters have.

Unexpectedly, there are still such capable people in this Xiliang country, who are unknowingly doing something that hurts heaven and reason.

At this moment, Feng Xuanyue felt that it was a joke to be alive.

Heh, any Taoist girl is bullshit, she can't even keep her only sister.

“……”

Feng Yan's hand holding the teacup was obviously trembling.

He is only thirty-five years old this year, and he is still in the prime of life.

But first he didn't lose his beloved wife ten years ago, and now he has no eldest daughter, and there is only endless sorrow left in his heart.

After being silent for a long time, Feng Yan said with a pout, "Yue'er, that Yuanbao Taoist Temple is too remote, and Daddy doesn't worry about you being there alone, so it's better to move back." ”

A hint of begging, a hint of fear, a hint of sadness.

Feng Wanyue heard these emotions.

Her expression gradually changed from blank to firm, and she said coldly, "Nine times out of ten, the murderer of my sister is related to the people in the prince's mansion, Daddy, I want to find that person, and then avenge my sister with my own hands!" ”

"I'll solve this matter, Yue'er, don't forget that your own health is not good, and you shouldn't run around and work hard."

"No!"

This time, Feng Wanyue was very resolute.

She looked at Feng Yan and said, "Daddy, I'm not as good as you in terms of martial arts, but in terms of metaphysical ghost and god techniques, no one in the world is more powerful than me, so I want to enter the prince's mansion to find out the truth." ”

"Yue'er, you ......"

Of course, Feng Yan understood what he meant.

The only way to stay in the prince's mansion is to marry the prince, but he categorically won't agree, "Absolutely not, I will never marry you to Helian Xiao, don't even think about it!" ”