Chapter 312

Monsoon smoke stood there quietly, feeling a little complicated.

She can't understand the kind of family feeling that is praised by people, and can't understand The warmth of being missed by relatives.

From childhood, she was surrounded only by her master and Shizu. Because she was an immortal, her long feelings were also a little thin. She saw life and death very little, and she was relieved by parting.

Ears, echoing Ling crane their suppressed cry.

The mood of monsoon smoke also becomes a little depressed.

She slowly stepped forward and looked at the cold stone tablet. Her red lips were slightly opened, and there was an obscure tune in her mouth. The tune was gentle and long, just like a spring flowing through people's heart

That tune is not the sound of nature, but it calms the depression of Linghe's heart.

The cold wind howled, rolling up all the grass in the cemetery.

The roaring wind, blowing past my ears, is like the pain of parting that can't be heard

Requiem.

This is a song to send the souls of the dead and a mantra to pray for their souls. Monsoon smoke can't feel the pain of the separation of their relatives. The only thing it can do is to replace the original owner and Ling He and send them a Jiqiao, which is a little token of their heart.

The melodious tune, torn up by the cold wind, becomes a broken note, which is hidden in the place of the dead spirit.

Linghe they were touched by this sound, and their mood gradually became stable. Their thoughts were not in the soul praying song, and they forgot everything around them.

If they look up and look around at the moment, they will find In such a large cemetery, a cloud of fog was suddenly around every stone tablet.

And those mists, in the eye base of the monsoon smoke, are the human shapes that have not been dispersed for a long time.

But

Monsoon smoke's eyes are fixed on Ji meteor's stele.

On the stone tablet of Jiqiao, there is also a faint shadow of nothingness.

But

But the shadow is not the father in the memory of the original master, but a giant python!

The eyes of monsoon smoke are wide!

The Requiem can wake up the soul of the dead, but what Ji Fengyan wakes up from Ji meteor's tomb is not Ji meteor himself at all!

But the soul of a beast

The ashes are not from jimeteor!

Suddenly, the monsoon smoke stopped chanting the Requiem, glanced over the python who was spitting out the snake's letter, and looked at the tombs of other killers in Ji's family.

However!

On the tombs of those ancestors, what she saw was not human spirit at all!

Illusory goat, struggling Tiger And the lone wolf that roars to the sky

How could this happen?

The pause of the Requiem made Linghe suddenly wake up from the trance. They touched their tears and looked at the shocked monsoon smoke. They thought that the season smoke was the departure of sadness and season meteor, so they couldn't help but feel safe.

But the monsoon smoke is still standing there, staring at the ghost of the beast that is gradually disappearing.

In the tomb of the exterminator, what is stored is not their bones?!

What the hell is this?

Where are the bones of those exterminators?!

Who replaced the ashes of these beasts?

What is their purpose?

Just when the monsoon smoke is in a huge mystery.

The silence of the cemetery was broken by a cold voice.

"If Ji Choei knew that his daughter was like this now, he would not be peaceful even if she went underground."