Luo Qingchen didn't know where Mo Ye went. Maybe he returned to his master's school, or maybe he was traveling around.
After Mo Ye left, Feng Ling'er's plaintive singing could be heard every day and night in Yuehua Palace. Sometimes even at night, faint singing can be heard.
No one dared to go near that place. I heard that several times when the father-in-law and the palace maid passed by, they accidentally saw some dirty things.
The night was dark and windy, and the woman was dressed in white. Her long hair was messy, her bones were like firewood, and her eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
She cried out a person's name sadly, over and over again, over and over again...
Luo Qingchen never went to Yuehua Palace again, but later heard that Feng Linger was missing.
She could not be found anywhere, and the entire Yuehua Palace was covered with scattered bloodstains. Some people said that she was killed by an assassin, but her body was never found.
Some people also said that she was able to create a scene and ran away unwilling to be lonely.
What's more, Mo Ye took her away...
Luo Qingchen went to Yuehua Palace in person. As soon as she arrived, she knew that Feng Ling'er was dead.
It's just that there was no body left behind.
"Girl Qingchen, let's go back!" Murong Nan, who was standing next to her, trembled and said, "I always feel that this place is particularly eerie."
Since Murong Nan came to the palace, he has been with her almost every day.
Eat with her, drink with her, miss someone with her.
He knew that she was waiting for Mo Ye, and he also knew that Mo Ye had a status in her heart that no one else could reach.
So when a palace maid rumored that the strange things that happened in Yuehua Palace might be related to Mo Ye, he immediately accompanied her.
"Of course it's spooky." Luo Qingchen took a breath and said, "Can a dead person not be spooky?"
"Hiss—" Murong Nan took a breath of surprise, swallowed his saliva and said, "Isn't it still confirmed?"
"Although the blood stains are scattered, they are obviously regular." Luo Qingchen pointed to the floor and said, "The direction leading to the door."
"..." Murong Nan looked in the direction of Luo Qingchen's finger, and instantly felt a chill on his back.
"You...what do you mean? Dali Temple said that the body...the body has not been found, so we can't make a determination..."
"Every blood stain you step on is her corpse." Luo Qingchen leaned down and gently brushed the coagulated blood with his right hand. There were densely packed stones on it.
It was hard to see what these things were when they were mixed with blood, but Luo Qingchen could probably guess that they were... skulls or something like that.
"Ah—" Murong Nan's face turned slightly pale. This was what he was most afraid of in his life.
At this time, his legs had no strength and he could hardly stand. But Luo Qingchen was still by his side, he couldn't faint, he had to protect her.
Little did they know, a dark wind suddenly blew outside the window the next second, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
There seemed to be a figure standing outside the window. She looked over from the corner of her eye and saw it clearly.
"This, this, this... what is going on?"
"Stop talking." Luo Qingchen frowned and focused his gaze on the blood on the ground. The coagulated blood seemed to be gradually diluting at this moment.
If she was not dreaming, if she saw it correctly, then... some things might really exist in this world.
"What happened!" Cold sweat broke out drop by drop on Murong Nan's forehead.
Luo Qingchen did not speak, but shrugged and said with a smile: "Concentrate, let's go back first." (To be continued)