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The monsoon smoke stood there quietly, and the mood was a bit complicated.

She couldn't understand that the kind of affection that was sung by people could not be understood... the warmth that was missed by relatives.

From small to large, she was only the master and the ancestors. Because of the cultivation of the immortals, the two long-standing feelings were also slightly thin. They were very weak in life and death, and they were relieved after leaving.

In the ear, echoing Linghe's repressed crying.

The mood of the monsoon smoke has also become somewhat depressed.

She slowly stepped forward and looked at the cold stone tablet. The red lips were slightly open, and the mouth was filled with obscure tunes. The tune was long and round, like a clear spring, slipping through people's hearts...

That tune is not a scorpio, but it has smoothed down the suppression of Linghe’s heart.

The cold wind whistling, rolling up the swaying of the grass in the cemetery.

The whistling wind screamed across the ear like a detachment that couldn’t be heard...

Pray for the soul.

This is the song that sends the soul of the deceased, and the curse that blesses their souls. The monsoon smoke can't understand the pain of the loved ones. The only thing that can be done is to replace the original owner and Linghe, and send them a season. Oh, a little bit of heart.

The melodious tunes, shredded by the cold wind, turned into broken notes, hidden in the place of the dead.

Linghe, they were dyed by this voice, their minds gradually stabilized, and their thoughts did not enter the praying song, forgetting everything around them.

If they look up at the moment and look around, they will find... In the vast cemetery, on each stone monument, a group of mists are suddenly lingering.

And those fogs, in the eyes of the monsoon smoke, are the human form of the soul that has not been dispersed for a long time.

Of course...

The eyes of the monsoon smoke are staring at the stone tablets of Ji Ji.

On the stone tablets of Ji Ji, there is also a faint shadow that reveals nothing.

but……

The shadow is not the father in the original memory, but a giant cymbal!

The eyes of the monsoon smoke are huge!

The praying soul can awaken the soul of the deceased, and the monsoon smoke awakens from the tomb of the season, it is not Ji Ji himself!

But the soul of a beast...

That ashes are not seasonal!

The monsoon smoke suddenly stopped the singing of the praying soul, and looked at the giant python that spit the snake letter and looked at the graves of several other annihilators of the Ji family.

however!

On the graves of those ancestors, what she saw was not the soul of the people!

Unreal goats, struggling tigers... and lonely wolves that scream in the sky...

How could this be?

The pause of the praying songs made Linghe suddenly wake up from the shackles. They touched their tears and looked at the stunned monsoon smoke. They thought that the monsoon smoke was the sadness and the departure of the season, and they could not help but be in danger. A few words.

However, the monsoon smoke stood still, and his eyes stared at the beast that was gradually scattered.

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

what is happening?

Where did the corpses of those who died? !

Who replaced the ashes of these beasts?

What is their purpose?

Just as the monsoon smoke fell into a huge mystery.

A cold voice smashed the silence of the cemetery.

"If Ji Ji knows, his daughter is now in this appearance. If he is underground, he will not be peaceful?"