I was kicked out of the house and became a princess.

Will there definitely be snow in extremely cold places?

Perhaps most creatures would answer yes without hesitation. In the northern suburbs of the Order Empire, there is no ice and snow. Apart from the biting cold wind, there is the Abyss Cemetery quietly located here. The green in the Abyss Cemetery is also the only vitality in the northern suburbs of the Order Empire.

The cold wind blew through the bare trees, and the humming sound seemed to tell the unfair experience of the deceased. The fallen leaves fluttered in the wind and finally fell on the cold ground, as if inviting visitors to come forward to understand the tragic life of the deceased. The cemetery was filled with silence, and only the whistling of the cold wind and the occasional bird song broke the tranquility.

Under the gloomy sky, the cold wind whistled through the cemetery. The gray clouds hung low, as if they were about to fall down in the next second, adding a sense of heaviness and solemnity to the entire cemetery. The tombstones stood in a row, quietly standing in the cold wind with the small house in the center.

On the rusty door frame of the cemetery, you can vaguely see the blood-red small seal characters: Abyss Cemetery.

The three of them, wrapped in thick robes, stood quietly at the door, looking at the closed door, but none of them wanted to step forward and push open the door that had been closed for a long time.

Luo Xi stood in front of the door with his head slightly lowered and his eyes slightly closed, as if listening to the whispers of the dead souls and mourning for these dead.

Yuan Jing took the lead and took a step back. The extremely depressing atmosphere made him feel a little breathless. Only under the protection of the weak water power did he resist being affected and losing his composure.

Ma Xin stared straight at the door in front of him with a distracted look, his consciousness having sunk into the sea of ​​​​his heart.

"Senior, what is the Abyss Cemetery?"

"Abyss Cemetery? Have you arrived?"

The Flame of Creation seemed to have just woken up. Looking forward through Ma Xin's eyes, he conveniently discovered the ancient gate engraved with traces of time.

"I can't remember who the owner of this cemetery is, but if the owner of this Abyss Cemetery has not changed, then he must be no ordinary person."

"Could it be the Spirit General of Destruction?"

Ma Xin asked.

"I don't know either. I slept for too long and don't remember many things. But in my impression, this Abyss Cemetery is not a dangerous place."

The Flame of Creation pondered for a moment and then replied.

"In this case, I now have a clear mind. Thank you, senior."

Ma Xin bowed slightly and his consciousness left his sea of ​​mind.

Ma Xin came to his senses and saw Luo Xi still standing there quietly. Yuan Jing's face looked a little strange, so he walked forward alone to knock on the door.

"Be careful, we are not familiar with this place."

Luo Xi opened his eyes at this time and looked at Ma Xin with some worry.

"rest assured."

Ma Xin walked forward and was about to knock on the door when the heavy iron door trembled and slowly opened a crack with a sound like a tractor about to fall apart.

!!!

Immediately, the three of them became alert. Ma Xin took a step back and stood in front of Luo Xi, on guard.

As time passed, not a single figure appeared.

The three of them looked at each other, nodded, and decided to push the door open and take a look.

Ma Xin and Yuan Jing wrapped their hands with spiritual energy and placed them gently on the door, then each of them pushed the door open little by little.

The tombstones are neatly arranged, and behind each tombstone lies a deceased person. Each tombstone is carefully carved, with the name and date of birth and death of the deceased person engraved on it, simple and solemn. The path between the tombstones runs straight, and the sparse flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the path add a touch of vitality to this solemn cemetery.

“How many tombstones are there?”

Luo Xi was stunned for a moment. The neatly arranged tombstones seemed to have no end in sight.

"Thousands of dollars?"

Yuan Jing was also shocked for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Who looks after this huge cemetery?

Ma Xin looked around and finally his eyes stopped on a small house in the distance.

"Go over there and have a look."

Ma Xin pointed to the small house in the distance.

"it is good."

The three of them walked along the path and looked at the names on the tombstones along the way. They found many surnames and kingdoms that no longer exist, not to mention the places where they belonged.

"I'm afraid these deceased people are not from recent years."

Ma Xin observed dozens of tombstones and speculated in a low voice.

"Yeah, I think so too. Many place names and surnames are no longer available."

Luo Xi also nodded.

“Maybe they are all people from a long, long time ago.”

"Maybe it is."

Arriving in front of the cottage, Ma Xin took the lead and knocked on the door.

squeak~

As the wooden door was pulled open like a main door, a man in a grey robe sat quietly at the small table, seemingly not noticing anything.

"Hello, senior. I am sorry for coming here uninvited. I hope you can forgive me."

Yuan Jing took a step forward and bowed.

"For thousands of years, few people have come to the Abyss Cemetery, but none of them came to mourn the dead. If you are the former, please go back."

The man in gray robe moved and waved his hand that looked like a dry branch.

"Senior, you have misunderstood. I admire you and have never left this cemetery for thousands of years. I came here to pay my respects and to comfort the deceased. This is considered a good deed."

Luo Xi smiled and walked forward and bowed.

"Extremely cold spiritual energy, the breath of order, who is Tipir to you?"

Gray Robe seemed a little surprised.

"To be honest, he is my father."

"It turns out to be Luo Xi girl, this is not the place you should be now."

"Senior, what do you mean?"

Luo Xi's face changed. He originally thought that the old man in front of him would give him some face, but he didn't expect him to directly order him to leave.

"Senior has lived for thousands of years, so I'm afraid you are not an ordinary person, right?"

"Do you know who are lying here?"

The man in gray robe stood up tremblingly and pointed at the tombstone outside in the cold wind.

"who?"

Ma Xin asked curiously.

"Those were the people who died in the holy war. I collected their bodies and buried them here to give their souls a place to rest. Now, tens of millions of years have passed, and I have also been guarding them here for tens of millions of years. They died under the divine power of the God of Destruction, and the long river of reincarnation would not accept their souls. For tens of millions of years, these are the sins left by the war, and this is just a drop in the bucket of the sins of the past."

"Excuse me, what is your name, senior?"

Although I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked when I learned that the old man had been guarding it for tens of millions of years.

"It's okay to tell you, my name is Bifulongs, and I'm ranked 46th among the 72 Spirit Generals of Destruction."

He is the Spirit of Destruction!

The three of them immediately took a step back cautiously.

"Mourner Bifrons?"

The Flame of Creation cried out in surprise in Ma Xin's heart.

"Senior, do you know him?"

Ma Xin asked hurriedly in his heart.

"I remember now. He is the only one among the Spirit Generals of Destruction who is tired of war and a corpse collector in the Holy War."