The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Ji Qingzhou did not go directly back to the inn, but strolled on the street.

The voice of the bald chicken sounded: "If it weren't for the red moonlight to solve my doubts, I would have thought that the legend of Wenxiu City was protected by the heaven."

Rebellious little black bug: "Mortal, good! Quack quack quack ..."

While praising, he chewed on the teething stick that Ji Qingzhou gave him, making a "crunching" sound.

If there were no mortals, there would be no Xiaohong. If there were no Xiaohong, he would not have the best friend in the world, and there would be no such delicious biscuit sticks.

and so--

Mortal, good!

"When Qi Mingyue asked you to kill her, I had some suspicions... but I couldn't believe it."

The Immortal Tree finally came back to its senses from the shock, "I didn't expect it to be true."

"mortal……"

Yuhuo said in a complicated tone: "It always creates unexpected miracles."

Among the chatting crowd, Yuhuo had the deepest contact with others.

He has seen the best and darkest sides of human nature.

The past of Wenxiu City also involved him.

Yuhu's mood became increasingly difficult to describe.

He couldn't help but think, if the woman's spirit was still in heaven, knowing that he was able to help these women after his death, perhaps she would be very comforted?

"Yuhuo, do you want to burn incense for that woman?"

Ji Qingzhou's voice suddenly sounded, bringing Yuhu back to his senses.

Yuhuo was startled: "Burning incense...?"

He quickly came to his senses: "Can I burn incense for her? Do you know where she is?"

"Have you forgotten the endless tombstones in front of the Wen Mansion Secret Realm?"

Ji Qingzhou said: "The covered tombstone in the center is probably her and Gao Fei's."

"I wanna go!"

Yuhuo said without hesitation.

Ten thousand years ago, he returned the woman to the sea, hoping that she could stay away from that sad place and find her own home on the sea where no one disturbs her.

But fate was far more bizarre than he had imagined.

After many twists and turns, the two sides met again.

Ji Qingzhou found a grocery store that was still open and bought some incense, candles, and paper money.

While she was waiting for her boss to pack up her things, she caught a glimpse of the flowerpots at the door, where several clusters of roses were blooming.

"boss."

Ji Qingzhou thought of the garden in Qingyun Garden that was in full bloom all year round, pointed at the roses at the door, and asked, "Are they for sale?"

The roses are so gorgeous that you can tell at a glance that the boss has put a lot of effort into growing them.

When the boss heard Ji Qingzhou wanted to buy it, he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Clap."

But Ji Qingzhong placed a gold ingot on the counter.

The boss changed his words decisively: "For sale! Wait a moment, sir, I'll pack it for you."

Ji Qingzhou put down another ingot of gold: "I want the basin as well."

The boss' eyes widened, and he immediately picked up the rag on the counter: "I'll clean the basin for you, so that you don't get your hands dirty!"

She moved quickly, and before Ji Qingzhou could even think of going through so much trouble, the boss had already quickly wiped off the dust on the flowerpot and took out a carefully packaged silk handkerchief from the store and tied it around the rose.

The boss explained: "We are famous for our textiles and embroidery. Giving you a silk handkerchief is also a way of blessing you. I hope you will not despise our small shop for its ordinary things."

“The flowers are beautiful.”

Ji Qingzhou smiled at her: "The handkerchief is also very good."

The boss subconsciously covered his chest and thought, oh my, this fairy-like girl speaks so beautifully!

Amid the boss's rapid-fire praise, Ji Qingzhou put away the incense, candles, paper money, and the pots of roses tied with silk handkerchiefs, and disappeared into the night.

Ji Qingzhou didn't come back for a long time, and some people couldn't sleep for a long time.

At the inn, Xie Ziye calculated the time and guessed that Ji Qingzhou should have finished talking to Xiao Reyi by now, so he went to knock on Ji Qingzhou's door.

Unexpectedly, no one answered in the house.

He was stunned, but did not rashly use his spiritual sense to explore Ji Qingzhou's room. He just returned to his room quietly.

There were no candles lit in the house, only a sliver of moonlight shining through the window.

Xie Ziye sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at the vast night sky, and his mind suddenly recalled the scenes of confrontation with Ji Qingzhou in the secret realm of Wen Mansion.

He could clearly recall every sentence, every word that Ji Qingzhou said to him, as well as every expression on Ji Qingzhou's face when he spoke.

Xie Ziye's hand unconsciously raised up, stroking the metal ring that was in close contact with his skin through a thin layer of clothing.

Ji Qingzhou's voice echoed in his ears.

"This thing is called the Inversion Ring."

"It will force you to obey my commands."

"If you don't obey me, betray me, and destroy it by force, it will reverse your feelings. The more you hate me, the more you will love me in the future, and it will become even more difficult for you to disobey me."

as well as--

"Click."

Xie Ziye's fingers moved and accidentally opened the lock of the inverted ring.

"Wow."

The inverted ring loosened and fell from the middle of his neck to the end, clinging to his collarbone.

"It really is... no punishment."

Xie Ziye lowered his eyes and murmured softly.

He raised his other hand and carefully straightened the upside-down ring with both hands, buckling it back on.

Fellow Daoist Ji, if you love me, how can you betray me?

you are wrong.

The human heart is complex.

Love alone cannot bind a person.

Xie Ziye looked up again and saw a red light disappearing like a shooting star in the night sky in the distance. He moved his lips and whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

"I, Xie Ziye, swear here that as long as Ji Qingzhou doesn't take off the inversion ring, I will not betray her. If I break this oath, my inner demon will backfire, my heart and liver will be torn apart, and I will die on the spot. I will not die a good death."

His voice was soft and calm.

But he cursed and bound himself with the most vicious inner demon.

Fellow Daoist Ji.

Xie Ziye looked into the distance, praying silently in his heart -

Don't give up on me.

……

Ji Qingzhou came to the tombs hidden underground, and the entrance to the secret realm on the central tombstone had disappeared.

The key is now in her hands, and the entrance to the secret realm will not be opened without her permission.

Without the cover of the space gate, the words on the tombstone were naturally revealed.

Just as Ji Qingzhou expected, the people buried here were Wen Gaofei and the woman.

Wen Gaofei held the immortal tablet in her arms that year, and several women from the Red House who were enlightened by her also recorded this incident.

Therefore, when they erected a monument for Wen Gaofei, they also buried the unknown immortal here.

Looking at the tombstone with "Nameless Immortal" engraved on it on the chat group interface, Yuhuo's eyes turned slightly red.

Ji Qingzhou placed the pots of roses next to the tombstone and set up a formation that would make it spring all year round so that the roses would never wither again. He then lit white candles and paper money.

Paper money burned and a small fire lit up among the dark tombs.

"We mermaids don't have the custom of visiting graves to pay respects."

At this time, Yuhuo spoke up: "We will cremate our fellow tribesmen and scatter the ashes into the sea. We will also take a set of clothes that our fellow tribesmen wove when they were alive, put them on a raft filled with flowers, and return them to the sea."

Without ashes or cenotaphs, the mermaids naturally have no custom of visiting graves and paying homage to their ancestors.

They will only swim to the shore, sit on the rocks or beach, and sing songs that only the mermaids can understand when they miss their deceased relatives.

The sea will carry away their songs.

One day, the songs that carry their longings will meet their old friends who have become one with the sea.

"I think your human way of memorializing is also very good."

Yu Huo looked at the tombstone and said in a hoarse voice: "I am very grateful to the ancestors of the Wen family for collecting her remains."

Let me meet her again.