There was movement in the sound transmission stone.
The familiar voice finally reached Ye An's consciousness.
"Ye An?"
Mu Qingxue asked.
Ye An was stunned for a moment and said: "Your Highness the Saint, you are finally willing to speak."
He didn't know what the noise from the sound transmission stone was about at this moment. Could it be that... there was no signal? Outrageous.
Fortunately, Mu Qingxue's voice finally appeared.
Mu Qingxue said anxiously: "Ye An, where are you and His Majesty now?"
Ye An responded: "The Ji Family Courtyard... Well, it can't be called a courtyard anymore. It is now the old site of the Ji Family and is in ruins. What's wrong?"
Mu Qingxue asked: "Ruins?"
Ye An said bluntly: "It's a long story. You may not believe it. The master of the Sifang Temple just took the lead in the rebellion."
Mu Qingxue remained silent for a while and said, "No, I believe it."
"…?"
Ye An was slightly startled.
At this time, in the underground altar outside the Sea of Tranquility.
Mu Qingxue held the sound transmission stone in her hand, and a middle-aged figure stood beside her.
If outsiders saw the appearance of the middle-aged figure, they would definitely be shocked and run away, heading straight to the nearest temple.
There is no other reason, that middle-aged man...
It is Mu Qingfeng, the incoming Holy Son who led the rebellion twenty years ago, and is also Mu Qingxue's father.
He died, but not completely. His consciousness and soul were retained in the human world, using the refined puppet container as his physical body.
"Ye An, are you... from the Crescent Sect?"
Mu Qingxue was silent for a while and suddenly asked.
Although her father, Mu Qingfeng, stiffly shook his head at the side to indicate that he was not, she still couldn't help but want to ask this question.
"ha?"
Sure enough, a surprised tone came from the other end, and Ye An immediately said: "Are you possessed? What nonsense are you talking about."
Mu Qingxue was slightly startled.
She raised her head and looked at each other with the familiar but unfamiliar Mu Qingfeng beside her.
After a moment, she breathed a long sigh of relief and said slowly: "If that's the case, then, don't worry."
"Ye An, I also have some situations here. I need to explain it to you and Your Majesty later when I return to Zhongzhou."
"But now you have to remember to pay attention to these two people."
The voice gradually became more solemn and serious.
Ye An asked: "Who?"
Mu Qingxue said: "Your Majesty's maid, Yue'er, and the previous empress, Qi Yuexi."
"What?"
"The two of them..., it's very possible -"
Just as Mu Qingxue was explaining.
Suddenly, countless bronze coffins around them made loud noises.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The outermost coffin lids belonging to the Ji family were pushed open by strange invisible forces, and then hit the ground heavily.
Such a violent sound immediately alarmed the three people.
Mu Qingxue and Mu Qingfeng both looked around and saw skinny and pale hands stretched out from the coffin.
"Oops… !"
Mu Qingfeng suddenly looked flustered.
Mu Qingxue subconsciously took a step back and said, "This is—"
Mu Qingfeng said anxiously: "They... In this case, at least half of the Ji family should have been wiped out. Now their spiritual consciousness has returned to their spare bodies."
"The breath of the living is a great tonic for them. Go quickly, don't let them find out!"
More and more bronze coffins made loud noises.
Before Mu Qingxue left, she still asked: "Father, what about you..."
"Do not bother me."
Mu Qingfeng roared: "Let's go!"
After the words fell, his figure moved.
The person in the coffin who was slowly waking up at the outermost edge was pressed back hard by him.
boom!
Mu Qingfeng raised the coffin lid and slammed it shut, delaying for some time.
But that was ultimately in vain, as more and more people recovered.
Mu Qingxue stared at the strange visions around her, biting her red lips, and then she moved away. She didn't have time to care about anything or say goodbye, and ran away.
Ye An's greeting came from the sound transmission stone.
During this short period of time, she was unable to respond to Ye An, so she could only find a safe place.
And that safe place must at least leave the Sea of Tranquility and return to the shoreline.
There were waves of turmoil behind him, and more and more bronze coffins were making strange noises. Only then did she understand that the reason why the scroll on the coffin did not have a date written on it was because... in fact, those who had the date written on it were all dead.
…
Yue'er's eyes were full of disbelief.
The heavy Holy Spear penetrated straight through her heart. Even if a person was highly cultivated and had a tough body, he would still die if his heart was penetrated.
The shot came so suddenly that Yue'er completely forgot about the severe pain in her body.
"Your Majesty, why...?"
Her lips trembled, her tone was weak, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
In comparison, the temple empress's dazzling golden eyes were terrifyingly cold and calm.
Qixi said softly: "You have done a lot, you should really take a good rest."
Yue'er slowly raised her head, her eyes trembling, "So—"
"Your Majesty, you want me to die? Just for this reason..."
Qi Xi was silent, just staring at her with cold golden eyes, as if watching the other party's best performance.
"If this slave has done something wrong, I am willing to be punished by Your Majesty, even if I die, I am willing to do so. But why, why...?"
Yue'er's eyes trembled, full of doubts, confusion, and resentment.
"Could it be that Your Majesty suspects that this slave is a member of the Master of the Sifang Palace and that I have the intention to rebel...?"
The holy spear penetrated his heart, and it was pressed heavily, and he was dying.
But Yue'er still tried her best to defend herself, and asked in confusion with her last breath: "I have been with you for thousands of years, not to mention credit, but also hard work, but why-"
She used 'why' a lot, and had many puzzles and doubts in her heart.
After trying his best to hold off the Lord of the North Temple for a long time, he finally rested before preparing to regain his strength.
But he never thought that the holy spear forged by the gods would penetrate his body.
Yue'er knew the power of the holy spear, and those killed by it were equivalent to having their cause and effect wiped out by the law of heaven. As time goes by, that person will gradually be forgotten by the world.
There are very few people who can die under this holy spear.
"Have you said enough?"
However, the answer to Yue'er's many "whys" was only these four short and indifferent words.
Qi Xi looked at Yue'er calmly, his expression not showing much emotion from beginning to end.
She lowered her eyes slightly and said indifferently: "The play... is too fake."
“…”
Yue'er bit her lip tightly, even biting the skin, and her eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred.
"Is my loyalty to His Majesty for thousands of years just an act in His Majesty's eyes?"
"You are indeed what the world calls a tyrant..."
Qi Xi smiled softly and said, "A tyrant? That's not bad."
"But Yue'er, I still have to remind you that the acting is too fake, but you are deeply intoxicated in it."
Yue'er was stunned for a moment, "...?"
Qi Xi said indifferently: "Didn't you even notice it yourself? There is no blood on your wound. Did you forget to prepare it in advance?"
Yue'er was silent for a moment and slowly lowered her head.
His eyes stared at his chest, which was pierced by the holy spear.
Blood…
There was indeed no blood flowing out.