Chapter 2310
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Luo Qingchen did not fully understand what the Abyss Taoist meant. She only knew that he gave her a light blue crystal bead.
He asked her to stand in front of Mo Ye's coffin and silently recite his name on the seventh day of his death.
"What does the Taoist want to do?" Luo Qingchen looked at the crystal bead in her hand and frowned slightly.
Murong Nan, who was sitting to the side, shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure either. Last time, when she sent Mo Ye away, she asked for your name."
"My name?"
"Yes." Mo Ye nodded and said, "Three days after the Abyss Taoist left, he contacted me and said that he wanted to see you."
Luo Qingchen frowned slightly. A faint Liguang flashed in her eyes.
The crystal bead in her hand was cold to the touch and her heart was filled with anticipation.
This was the kind of anticipation that one would fight to live after death. However, in this world, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
She was still afraid. After all, the dead … could not be brought back to life.
"Little girl, don't worry." Murong Nan raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, "In the past, I didn't even believe in ghosts. Although I was afraid of these things, I didn't think that such things existed in this world."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "But now I believe."
"So what?" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and said, "But he can't come back!"
These past few days, she had been thinking about how Mo Ye had felt when he was with her during those ten days.
They drank wine and admired the moon. They chatted about everything.
She always felt that she had let him down. It was like this a thousand years ago and it was still like this a thousand years later.
Not only did she not change fate, she even caused history to repeat itself over and over again.
"But he's a Heaven's Fate Master!" Murong Nan looked at her and comforted her, "Besides, the Abyss Taoist specially came to find you. He must have a way!"
"Souls return to the underworld. Humans cannot enter the underworld." Luo Qingchen bit her lip. Her eyes were a little blurred as she said calmly, "But if possible, I'm willing to enter the underworld. As long as you give me the chance!"
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The seventh day of Mo Ye's death.
Luo Qingchen wore a moon-white long dress with butterflies and a hundred flowers. Her hair was combed with a tassel hairpin, and a butterfly hairpin was slanted on the top of her head.
She stood in front of the mausoleum, her eyes unconsciously turning red.
On the day he was buried, she did not come. I heard that there was a huge snowfall here.
The wind and snow blew fiercely, almost overturning the coffin lid.
After hearing the news, she hugged a jar of peach blossom wine and hid in a corner, crying loudly.
He did not know how to change the outcome, and he was even more unwilling to return to the primal chaos space.
She called out to the System, but the System only told her to wait.
Other than waiting, there was nothing else to do!
But it took all of her strength just to say the word "wait"!
But at least there was still hope, right? If there was no hope, why would the system make her wait?
At the appointed time, Taoist Priest Abyss did not show up.
There were rows of palace maids and eunuchs wearing white mourning clothes standing around. They were all here to send off the prospective prince consort on the seventh day.
Only Luo Qingchen knew that she was not here to send him off. She was waiting for a miracle.
"Where's Taoist Priest Abyss?" Luo Qingchen frowned. She looked at Murong Nan, who was not far away, and said, "Why hasn't he come yet?"
"I don't know." Murong Nan frowned. The time was about to pass. He looked at the entrance of the mausoleum. A little boy wearing grey clothes quickly walked over.
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