Majestic Fox Mountain, Ghost King Sect headquarters.
It had been three days since the great shaman passed away, Qing Long ordered people to cremate the old man's body and kept it in an urn. Right now, this small blue and white urn, was quietly placed on the table beside him.
Qing Long stared at the urn for a long time, sighed softly and looked away. These three days, Ghost King Sect's affairs, big or small, were all handled by Qing Long and YouJi, after that incident three days ago, Ghost King and Ghost Li both actually shrunk into their own rooms and had not come out till now.
Azure Dragon could still clearly remember that three days ago, when the heavy stone door slowly opened with a creaking sound, the two men who walked out from inside, the two men who were almost fearless in the entire world, actually looked as if they had lost their souls, their expressions absent-minded and sorrowful.
Ghost King was still fine, quietly said, "Within three days, no one is to disturb me!" After speaking, he walked straight back to his room and never came out again.
As for that Ghost Li, he seemed to have lost his soul, did not speak a word, walked and walked, directly hit the hard stone wall, causing blood to flow down from his forehead. As for him, it was as if he didn't notice anything. He slowly turned around and walked back to his own room, stumbling a little.
The crowd who were stunned by the strange scene, most of them had already guessed the result but when they looked into the stone door, the ground was covered with blood, and the great shaman sitting upright in the pool of blood with his head hanging down, that tragic scene, was really a ghastly sight.
Only BiYao who was still lying on the cold stone platform, her serene and lifelike face, was still as tranquil as usual, and the HeHuan Bell in her hand, was emitting faint golden light.
Footsteps sounded from the side, interrupting Qing Long's thoughts, he looked up and saw YouJi's figure drifting in like a ghost, standing beside him but she did not look at him directly and instead glanced at the room behind him, quietly said, "Sect Head has not come out yet?"
Qing Long slowly shook his head, quietly said, "Three days, no news at all."
YouJi's black veil moved slightly, did not speak.
Although they didn't see it with their own eyes, the two of them could completely imagine the sadness of the scene.
In this world, if there was anything more heartbreaking than despair, it would be seeing hope. Even when that hope was right in front of you, you fell into despair!
Just when the two of them were speechless, suddenly, from the door behind Qing Long, a light sound was heard.
The door slowly opened.
Azure Dragon and You Qi's bodies shook, and they quickly turned around to look.
The simple wooden door slowly opened inwards, emitting a low and light creaking sound. It carried with it the vicissitudes of the past, perhaps also narrating the owner's sorrow.
A foot stepped out of the room. The Ghost King's figure slowly appeared before them.
Qing Long and You Ji silently looked at the man who seemed to be in another world.
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