She sat in the corner, quiet for a long time, and then became dazed. Maybe it was because she suddenly knew her identity. Even if she didn't sleep all day and night, she didn't feel tired, and she didn't even feel tired in the dark environment around her. I didn't feel scared, just felt... a little lonely.
She thought of her parents and Mo Qing, as long as she thought that these people were just her imagination, she would feel even more lonely.
Since Chixuan left, no one came to look for her. In this cell, even the sound of mice and mosquitoes could not be heard. She seemed to be living in an isolated world.
However, slowly, as time passed, she seemed to hear another sound, which was the buzzing of mosquitoes. Scenery raised her head, her eyes were searching in the dimness, and she really found a mosquito flying in the air. Mosquitoes flying around, she frowned.
She doesn't like creatures like mosquitoes, and I believe no one would. She can't even understand why there are such things as mosquitoes in the world... Suddenly, the mosquito's buzzing stopped, and it flew away from the cell. Jingjing felt strange until she saw a green plant in another corner of the cell.
This is mosquito repellent grass. As the name suggests, the grass has the effect of repelling mosquitoes. However, in such a dark environment, mosquito repellent grass can easily fail to survive.
Suddenly, another ray of sunlight came in from the cell window, and the warm sunlight fell on the green leaves, making this green plant instantly full of vitality.
But only one mosquito repellent seems to be a bit monotonous. It would be nice if there were some flowers and plants...
So, two hours later, when Daoist Zhiwei, the head of the Immortal Sect, came here, he saw that the cell, which was originally dark and desolate, had become full of flowers and plants, not only lush flowers and plants, but also dancing in the cell. Butterflies, even towering trees seem to break through the roof, and birds are nesting on the branches.
Zhiwei looked at the woman sitting in the corner making the wreath. The old man looked kindly, but he was quiet and didn't disturb her. Until she finished making a wreath and was about to put it on herself, she accidentally saw the old man in white.
She froze for a moment, then asked, "Are you the one who came to kill me?"
The old man smiled, "You didn't do anything outrageous, why should I kill you?"
"Oh..." She nodded, then lowered her head to fiddle with her wreath again, and stopped looking at him.
The old man looked at her with a smile for a while, and said, "You don't seem to realize the ability you have."
"What ability?" She touched the rabbit that ran to her side without looking up.
"When you feel lonely, you will unconsciously create many lives." Zhiwei Taoist said slowly: "This is a very attractive ability."
She finally raised her head, "But didn't you say that I am a ghost?"
"You are indeed a ghost." Zhiwei sighed: "It's been too long, you have forgotten the fact that you are dead, and you have forgotten too many things. I heard Chi Xuan talk about you and created a lively scene. Urban illusion, it seems that you did it unintentionally, in a sense, you are indeed a powerful ghost."
"Okay, I know I'm a ghost, you don't need to remind me anymore." Feng Jing looked away, and threw the wreath on the ground in boredom, "So? Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"