Sure enough, a few days later, problems began to arise in Jiangcheng's palace.

First of all, a few days ago, the city lord's room was inexplicably messed up, all the utensils were destroyed, and the bed and floor were sprinkled with red blood. At night, it is common to hear a shrill grinding sound as if someone was deliberately dragging the halberd into the ground.

Later, some people began to disappear inexplicably, and the next day they inexplicably lay their bodies in front of the city lord's house, or they were all beheaded and their headless bodies were placed behind the door.

Later, it was Lu Yingchen's disappearance.

At this moment, the city lord couldn't care whether she was dead or fled, to be precise, the entire palace couldn't take care of her. The people in the huge palace were panicked, and they fled and fled, and they were plastered with charms from all over the place, as well as the practices of the Taoist priests who were invited, but I didn't expect that the next day, those Taoist priests also joined the ranks of the corpses.

The city lord of Jiangcheng was on the verge of collapse.

He knew that Lian Yin was torturing himself and wanted to make himself pay. More than once, he kowtowed to the air and the gods invited by the Taoist priests, babbling about his mistakes, saying that he was obsessed with his mind for a while and did things that he shouldn't do, but he didn't touch a finger of Mrs. Lian, and he didn't even approach her surroundings, begging General Lian to let him go.

He ignored the government and seemed to have gone mad. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and he hid all day long, and he could not see even the light, let alone anyone in armor. Despite being tortured like this, three days later, he died.

He died peacefully, without any injuries on his body. On his blue and purple cheeks, there were a pair of eyes with dilated pupils that were still blind, as if he had seen something and was scared to death. Did he see something terrible, or did he see some terrible person?

"The one who did all this is-" Nan Ling's eyes were calm, the corners of his mouth were straight, and he was very serious.

"As you might expect, it's him. Lu Jiyu's beautiful eyes looked directly at Nan Ling.

"General Lian Yin. ”

The two said in unison.

"So, behind these tragedies, there is a dead soul at work? Then why did your sister Xuanhuai leave the Southern County Yunshi Sect? What happened later?"

Later, Yingchen fled back to Jiyun Kingdom. Wandering on the streets, she became a ghost bride that everyone feared. Lu Jiyu sighed lightly.

"Ghost bride?"

At the mention of this word, Lu Jiyu's eyes flashed with an indescribable light.

"Yes...... Haunting ...... After returning, she wandered at the gate of the city all day long, like a female ghost in red. Everyone said that she was the ghost bride of General Lian Yin's dead soul, and she was still waiting for her deceased husband to return.

Everyone is rumored that she killed the monarch and everyone in Sarnath. Everyone was afraid of her, and everyone turned away from her. No one dared to drive her away, fearing that Lian Yin's ghost would come to take revenge. As for Xuan Huai—"

A deep sense of loss flashed in his eyes.

After she learned about this, she insisted on returning to Jiyun Kingdom despite the dissuasion of her teacher. She was still young and didn't have a cloud bead, so she stole my cloud bead and tried to use the Floating Cloud Shadow Secret Technique to spy on the way of heaven and find a way to resurrect Lianyin. He sighed deeply.

"There must be a way to resurrect Brother Lian!"

It's night, and it's as cool as water.

In the southern county, Yunshi is a gate, and in the golden and brilliant Liuyun Palace, Xuan is full of tearful beads, stubbornly gritting his teeth, holding the cloud beads of the feathers, and retreating step by step. Ji Yu's eyes were full of sadness, and he sighed: "The reincarnation of heaven, from birth to destruction, everything has a beginning and an end, this is the most basic law of Hongmeng. Xuan Huai, if you die...... There's really no going back. ”

The stubborn Xuan Huai took a step back, put Yunzhu into his small satchel, a teardrop, and his eyes showed firmness that did not belong to her age: "No..... I'm a cloud master, I'm sure I'll find a way!"

"Xuanhuai ......."

"Are you willing to see your sister like that..."

"Xuan Huai..... I can't bear it..... But—"

"I will never give up!"

With her heart-rending roar in a child's voice, Lu Jiyu watched her turn around and leave. He knew that he couldn't keep her at all, and even if he could stop her at one moment, she would struggle to leave the next moment.

This parting is three years. He searched around for news of Xuan Huai, and he had met her a few times. She was as stubborn as she was when she ran away that year, wandering around with her small figure, searching for every news and clue that might involve the resurrection of the dead.

He also came back to visit Hingchen.

Year after year, Haunting Dust never stopped thinking and waiting.

She always firmly believes that Lian Yin will definitely come back.

The courtyard of the three of them had been destroyed by the do-gooders, leaving only ruins and yellow maple leaves on the ground.

After so much time, people are no longer afraid of her, because everyone knows that Lian Yin's soul has dissipated in heaven and earth, and she can't come back no matter what, only she can't let go, sleeping under the maple tree every day, wandering here like an earth-bound spirit, still waiting stupidly.

The people destroyed the house and uprooted the maple tree.

She was weak and weak, she couldn't do anything, she couldn't do anything, she cried, begging not to destroy the maple tree, this was her only connection with Lian Yin, the last thought he left her in the world. The mockers and contemptuous of her laughed and said, "All right, let's change you to a better place and make it grow more luxuriant!" so that your husband will find his way home when he returns!

The stupid, silver-haired madwoman, dressed in her dirty red robe, was not very grateful, and watched with tears as they transplanted the maple tree into the salt flats of Jiyunze. Calm Yoshiunze was as beautiful as a mirror, reflecting the auspicious clouds in the sky, and she sat under the dead maple tree, looking at the maple leaves that seemed to float in the sky, and tears flowed down her face.

Behind her, the country of Jiyun radiated divine light in the sun, like a holy place, dazzling and white, peaceful and prosperous.

From time to time, dragon boats came from a distance breaking the waves, and she didn't rush to see them as before. Just sit here, and if he comes back, he will see him.

Gradually, gradually, people felt pity for her.

At first, someone would come and bring her some food and clothes. Later, she was offered a modest place to live. She is like a beggar who eats a hundred meals. She doesn't fight, she never stretches out her hand to beg, she keeps calm and distance, she is very polite, and never says a word, just like the nobility she made on the stage back then.

She occasionally smiled softly at the kind people who gave her kindness. Since that maple tree died, she wasn't as crazy as she used to be. She seemed to be awake, but she seemed to be numb. But the only thing that remains unchanged is that she is still waiting for Lian Yin's return.

She would groom and maintain a neat appearance every day, sit under the dead tree, occasionally play the lute, babble and sing the songs of the past, and dance in the pure white shallows, stepping on the reflection of the clouds in the sky.

Gradually, gradually, there will even be people who will come to see her performance. In return, she will be given something to eat. She always took it gently and thanked her gently. She never looked at the dragon boats that came and went from afar, and she never cared about the hurried travelers. People can't tell if she's waiting for Lian Yin or something else.

Gradually, gradually, no one called her crazy anymore, and no one called her a lowly servant anymore.

Xuanhuai would visit her every year, accompany her for a while, and firmly tell her that he would definitely resurrect Lianyin. And Yingchen always smiled as usual, saying that he was not dead. He'll be back, he hasn't married himself yet.

Xuanhuai always had tears in his eyes, nodded firmly, and responded to the lingering dust. But he turned around and secretly wiped his tears, took a deep breath, and then set out on the journey again. She has her own beliefs, she believes that Lian Yin's soul must not have been reincarnated, and he is unlikely to be willing to leave behind the lingering dust.

Otherwise, the bad guys wouldn't have died.

I must bring Lian Yin back.

This stupid girl, she is looking for the secret technique of resurrecting Lian Yin all over the world, but where to find a lonely soul in the heavens and the earth? She may not have thought about it, or she may not want to think about it.