Chapter 2297 Love that Spans a Thousand Years (41)

Luo Qingchen didn't know where Mo Ye had gone. He might have returned to his master's sect, or he might have traveled around.

After Mo Ye left, Feng Ling'er's sad singing could be heard every day and night in Yuehua Palace. Sometimes, even a night, there could be faint singing.

No one dared to approach that place. It was said that a few times when the eunuchs and palace maids passed by, they accidentally saw some dirty things.

It was a dark and windy night. The woman was dressed in white, with messy long hair, bones like firewood, and her eyes were almost falling out of her sockets.

She called a person's name sadly, over and over again, over and over again...

Luo Qingchen never went to Yuehua Palace again, but later heard that Feng Ling'er had disappeared.

No matter where she was, she couldn't find her figure. The whole Yuehua Palace was full of scattered bloodstains. Some people said that she was killed by an assassin, but they couldn't find the body.

Others said that she could have created a scene and ran away because she was unwilling to be lonely.

Some even said that Mo Ye took her away...

Luo Qingchen went to Yuehua Palace in person, and as soon as she arrived, she knew that Feng Ling'er was dead.

It's just that there was no body left.

"Qingchen girl, let's go back!" Murong Nan, who was standing beside her, shuddered and said, "I always feel that this place is particularly gloomy."

Since Murong Nan came to the palace, he has been with her almost every day.

Even with her, drinking with her, and missing someone with her.

He knew that she was waiting for Mo Ye, and he also knew that Mo Ye had a position in her heart that no one else could reach.

So when a palace maid rumored that the strange things that happened in Yuehua Palace might be related to Mo Ye, he accompanied her as soon as possible.

"Of course it's eerie." Luo Qingchen took a breath and said, "How can it not be eerie when someone is dead?"

"Hiss——" Murong Nan took a breath of cold air with a look of astonishment, swallowed his saliva and said, "Isn't it not confirmed yet?"

"Although the bloodstains are scattered, it is obvious that there is a pattern." Luo Qingchen pointed to the floor and said, "To the direction of the door."

"..." Murong Nan looked in the direction of Luo Qingchen's finger, and instantly felt a chill on his back.

"You...what do you mean? The Dali Temple said that the body...the body has not been found, so it can't be determined..."

"Every bloodstain you stepped on is her body." Luo Qingchen leaned over and gently brushed the coagulated blood with his right hand. There were densely packed things like stones on it.

When these things were mixed with blood, it was no longer clear what they were, but Luo Qingchen could probably guess that it should be...something like the skull.

"Ah——" Murong Nan's face was slightly pale. This was the thing he was most afraid of in his life.

At this time, his feet had no strength and he was almost unable to stand. But Luo Qingchen was still by his side, he couldn't faint, he had to protect her.

Little did he know that the next second a gust of cold wind suddenly blew outside the window, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

There seemed to be a figure standing outside the window, and she looked over and saw it clearly.

"What's going on?"

"Don't talk." Luo Qingchen frowned and looked at the blood on the ground. The coagulated blood seemed to be gradually diluted at this moment.

If she was not dreaming, if she was not wrong, then... some things might really exist in this world.

"What happened!" Murong Nan's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Luo Qingchen didn't say anything, but shrugged and smiled: "Focus, let's go back first."