Chapter 2297
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Luo Qingchen didn't know where Mo Ye had gone. Perhaps he had returned to his sect, or perhaps he was traveling the world.
After Mo Ye left, Feng Ling Er's sorrowful singing could be heard from the Moonlight Palace every day and every night. Sometimes, there would even be a faint singing that could be heard for an entire night.
No one dared to go near that place. It was said that there were a few times when the eunuchs and palace maids passed by and accidentally saw some dirty things.
The night was dark and the wind was strong. The woman was dressed in white, her long hair was messy, her bones were like firewood, and her eyes were about to fall out of their sockets.
She sorrowfully called out a person's name, again and again, again and again … …
Luo Qingchen never went to the Moonlight Palace again. She only heard later that Feng Ling Er had disappeared.
No matter where she went, she couldn't find her figure. The entire Moonlight Palace was covered in scattered bloodstains. Some people said that she was killed by an assassin, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find her body.
Some people said that she could have created a scene and ran away because she wasn't willing to be left alone.
Some people even said that Mo Ye took her away … …
Luo Qingchen personally went to the Moonlight Palace. As soon as she arrived, she knew that Feng Ling Er was already dead.
It was just that there was no corpse left.
"Qingchen girl, let's go back!" Murong Nan, who was standing beside her, trembled and said, "I keep feeling that this place is especially eerie."
Ever since Murong Nan came to the palace, he had been with her almost every day.
He ate with her, drank with her, and missed someone with her.
He knew that she was waiting for Mo Ye. He also knew that Mo Ye had an unreachable position in her heart.
So when the palace maids said that the strange things that happened in the Moonlight Palace might be related to Mo Ye, he immediately came with her.
"Of course it's eerie." Luo Qingchen took a light breath and said, "How can it not be eerie when someone is dead?"
"Hiss — —" Murong Nan sucked in a breath of cold air with a shocked expression. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Isn't it still unconfirmed?"
"Although the bloodstains are scattered, there is obviously a pattern." Luo Qingchen pointed at the floor and said, "It leads to 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 Supreme Court said that the corpse … The corpse hasn't been found yet, so we can't make a conclusion … "
"Every bloodstain you've stepped on is her corpse," Qin Lie said. Luo Qingchen bent down and gently brushed the congealed blood with her right hand. The blood was densely packed with pebbles.
When these things were mixed with the blood, it was hard to tell what they were, but Luo Qingchen could roughly guess that they should be … somewhere like the skull.
"Ah …" Murong Nan's face was slightly pale. This was the thing he was most afraid of.
At this time, his legs didn't have much strength and he almost couldn't stand. But Luo Qingchen was still by his side. He couldn't faint, he still had to protect her.
Little did he know that in the next second, a cold wind suddenly blew through the window and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood.
There seemed to be a figure standing outside the window. She looked over from the corner of her eyes and saw it clearly.
"This, this, this … What's going on?"
"Don't talk." Luo Qingchen frowned and her gaze fell on the bloodstains on the ground. The congealed blood seemed to gradually dilute at this moment.
If she wasn't dreaming, if she wasn't mistaken, then … Some things really did exist in this world.
"What's going on!" Cold sweat dripped down Murong Nan's forehead.
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