Fall: Rebirth

As soon as they heard that Ling Han was moving back to the Temple of Death, Chu Heng and Xier couldn't wait to help.

The moment they walked into the door happily, they seemed to be cast under a spell and stood there stupidly, each holding the items they were going to move in.

Hill's eyes widened with astonishment, and he stammered, "This... This is simply another Youdu!"

The scene before them was jaw-dropping. The space inside the Temple of Death seemed to be tightly wrapped in a thick aura of death. The entire palace was covered by a thin layer of dark blue gauze, giving people a gloomy and weird feeling.

The surrounding walls looked like they were made of Nether Stone stacked up piece by piece, covered with dense, ancient and mysterious runes. These runes flickered with faint light and exuded a creepy aura.

In the middle of the yard, there stood a solitary iron tree. Its branches were as thick as if they were made of steel. It was cold, hard and lifeless, as if it was the spokesperson for the god of death that had walked out of hell.

There is a stone table under the iron tree. The runes on the table are like ancient spells, emitting a faint dark light, as if silently telling the long and distant history of the Temple of Death.

In this dead and silent place, the only thing that can feel a glimmer of life is the unknown tree curled up in the corner. It stands alone, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Occasionally, a gust of cold wind would blow, rolling up a few yellow leaves. After circling in the air for a few times, they reluctantly fell to the ground, adding a bit of sadness to the already desolate scene.

At this moment, Zi Yu came hurriedly with a few solemn-looking divine servants. Her steps were firm and powerful, and every step exuded a majesty that made people dare not look directly at her.

When she came in front of Ling Han and the others, Zi Yu stopped and ordered coldly: "Go and help the young masters move their things to where they live."

After hearing the order, the divine servants immediately crossed their hands on their right hips, bent slightly and saluted, indicating that they obeyed the order. Then they quickly took the items from Ling Han and the others and left the scene with brisk steps.

At this moment, only Ling Han, Chu Heng and Xi'er were left in the empty hall. They were still standing there blankly, their eyes full of disbelief and astonishment, and they obviously had not recovered from what they had just seen.

Qingli and Ziying happened to walk in from the door, and when they passed by Ling Han and the others, they turned their heads to take a look. They saw Ling Han and the others standing there like wooden sticks, motionless.

Seeing this, Ziying quickened his pace to catch up with Qingli in front of him, and said with a smile: "Look at these kids, they couldn't be scared out of their wits by the scene in front of them?" After saying that, the two smiled at each other and continued to walk forward.

Qingli's face was as beautiful as a spring flower. She walked lightly towards the iron tree with a smile on her face. There was excitement flashing in her eyes like stars.

She hugged the leafless iron tree and whispered softly, "You're finally back. I missed you so much." After that, she leaned her head gently against the tree trunk, as if whispering to an old friend.

Looking at Qingli's expression, Ziying couldn't help but complain: "Holding this tree is like hugging your husband."

Qingli ignored Ziying. She just smiled slightly and brushed her sleeves with her delicate hands.

In an instant, countless colorful and gorgeous flowers suddenly bloomed on the originally empty land like magic, like a gorgeous painting unfolding before your eyes. These flowers compete with each other in beauty, exuding waves of charming fragrance, intoxicating you.

Chu Heng, who was standing at the door, was so shocked that he was dumbfounded, like a clay sculpture or a wooden sculpture. Then, he showed an ecstatic expression on his face, as if he had discovered a new world. He stepped into the yard quickly, eager to explore this mysterious sea of ​​flowers, muttering to himself: "What kind of exotic flowers and plants are these?"

At the same time, Zi Yu noticed Ling Han still standing there, and thought that perhaps he was overwhelmed by the solemn atmosphere of the Death God Temple. So, she called out softly, "You don't have to be so reserved. If you are not satisfied with the style of this courtyard, you can ask the gods to make changes."

Hearing this, Ling Han quickly turned around and looked at Zi Yu, his gratitude overflowing with words: "Goddess Zi Yu, those flowers that the God has just planted have already added a lot of vitality to this place, there is really no need to make any more changes."

Ziyu smiled slightly, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Just call me Ziyu."

Ling Han nodded, then walked towards the yard, with Xi Er following closely behind him.

Zi Yu said as she walked, "Don't be fooled by the fact that our Death God Palace seems to have a dull and weird atmosphere. When the God is here, our Death God Palace is more lively than other God's palaces."

"Why is this?" Ling Han was puzzled and thought to himself, who would come to such a dead place?

Hill cautiously agreed, "That's right, who would come to such a dull place?"

Zi Yu couldn't help but laugh and said, "You will know it in the future."