Fall: Rebirth

Qingli rushed to the Temple of Death and saw from afar that the main hall door was closed. She stretched out her hand to push the door, but no matter how hard she pushed, the door would not budge.

In an instant, Qingli suddenly realized that it must be Ye You who cast a spell to block the door.

"Yeyou, open the door for me..."

"..."

After knocking for a long time, no one answered. Qingli came to his senses and said, "Even the soundproofing technique was used."

"Soundproofing?" Ziying looked confused and wondered in his heart, who is he guarding against?

Qingli took two steps back and winked at Ziying, asking her to move out of the way. Then he used the method to break the soundproofing spell. Before long, the soundproofing spell was easily broken.

However, even though the soundproofing had been broken, the door still could not be pushed open. Qingli's mind was as clear as a mirror. She knew very well that only the god of death himself could break the seal of the god of death. In this case, she was too lazy to waste her energy and simply reached out to Ziying to ask for the treasure.

Seeing Qingli reaching out his hand, Ziying was still confused and asked blankly, "What for?"

Seeing this, Qingli said with disdain, "If your brain could be as sharp as your tongue, you wouldn't be at a disadvantage all day long."

"No, why are you scolding..."

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly take out your treasure that can transmit sound over thousands of miles." Qingli didn't give Ziying a chance to argue and reached out to ask for the treasure again.

Ziying stretched out his hand reluctantly and conjured up a treasure that looked like a conch, which was a bit strange in appearance. Its two ends were connected, so it could transmit sound thousands of miles away and also hear sound thousands of miles away.

Qingli snatched the treasure and without saying anything, he shouted into the house, "Open the door."

This treasure would naturally produce several echoes when used, and with Qingli's divine power, the sound was like thunder, deafening. Ye You, who was sleeping soundly, was frightened and jumped up from the bed, covering his ears tightly with his hands.

However, the sound echoed again and again like an echo in the air. She reluctantly pulled back one foot, put one hand on her knee, and rubbed her ear with the other hand. With a sharp look from her, the door opened immediately.

At this time, Qingli rushed in and asked as he ran: "Yeyou, have you ever seen the seeds of the sacred tree?"

At this time, Ye You did not answer Qing Li's words, but glanced at Zi Ying who was sneaking at the door with a cold look like a sharp sword. When Qing Li came in just now, she did not dare to come in, and had been hiding outside the door, secretly sticking her head out, trying to eavesdrop.

"Why don't you get in here?" Ye You's teeth were chattering as he spoke.

Ziying appeared slowly from the side of the gate, and then trotted to hide behind Qingli. At this moment, she silently prayed in her heart that she would be safe. After all, when the god of death was angry, even the ancestral gods would retreat.

Ye You stared at Zi Ying intently, as if he wanted to see through her. "What? Are you feeling guilty?"

"How...how could this happen?" Ziying continued to hide behind Qingli. Qingli was a little confused at this moment.

"Since you don't feel guilty, then why are you hiding?"

"I really didn't say anything." Ziying jumped out at this moment, her voice particularly loud, and she tried her best to prove her innocence.

Ye You was also speechless because of her: "The seeds are hers, do you think you can hide it?"

When Ziying heard Yeyou say this, he was delighted and grabbed Yeyou's hand: "So, you don't blame me?"

Ye You sighed and said helplessly: "Is that magic weapon yours?"

When he heard about the magic weapon, Ziying didn't dare to delay for a moment. Like a frightened rabbit, he immediately hid behind Qingli.

Ye You continued to rub his ears while warning Ziying: "If you do this again, I will cut you into pieces."

"No, no, there will definitely not be a next time."

After Qingli woke up from the alcohol, her mind was as clear as a mirror, and yesterday's events were as blank as a blank sheet of paper in her mind. Yeyou took her through the abyss at the bottom of the lake and found the sacred tree.

In front of the towering five-colored sacred tree, Qingli was stunned and couldn't believe it: "Did I plant this tree?"

Her voice was full of doubt, like the sound of a spring, gently stirring. Looking at the colorful sacred tree that had grown into a towering tree in front of him, Qingli was still unwilling to believe that she was so drunk.

Ziying took the opportunity to joke: "Besides you, who else can possess such divine power?" Her smile was as gentle and warm as the spring breeze.

Ye You on the side said nothing, just watched coldly.

At this moment, Qingli seemed to be in a dream and continued to ask: "Did I do anything else yesterday?"

Seeing that Yeyou was silent, Ziying asked Qingli: "Do you still remember what the mountain looked like yesterday?"

"Isn't that just a barren mountain?" Qingli answered without thinking, but suddenly she remembered that when she first came here, she almost didn't recognize where this place was. Suddenly, this place became full of birdsong and flowers. She thought, maybe this was also her credit.

Ziying saw Qingli's guilty look, and suddenly stopped and asked softly, "What? Did you remember?"

Qingli nodded dejectedly and said nothing.

Ziying sighed softly and continued, "You should be thankful that the Death God's Sealing Technique cannot be broken by any of the Six Realms Gods, otherwise the aura of the sacred tree would have been discovered long ago."

After hearing this, Qingli showed a worried look on his face and said, "Let's think about how to explain this to the Ancestral God!"