Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Dust did not know where the ink night went, maybe it was back to the teacher's door, maybe it was a cloud tour.

After the night of the ink, the Yuehua Hall can sing the songs of Feng Linger’s sadness every night. Sometimes even one night, there is a faint voice.

No one dared to approach the place. When I heard that the father-in-law and the maiden were passing by, I accidentally saw some dirty things.

The night is black and the wind is high. The woman is in white, her hair is messy, her bones are like firewood, and her eyes are almost falling out of her eyes.

She screamed and shouted the name of a person, over and over again, over and over...

Luo Dian has never been to the Yuehua Hall, but later I heard that Feng Linger has disappeared.

No matter where she can't find her figure, the entire Yuehua Temple is full of scattered blood. Some people say that she was killed by the assassin, but she could not find the body.

Some people say that she can make a scene at all, and she is not willing to escape.

What is even more said is that the ink night took her away...

Luo Dust personally went to the Yuehua Hall, and as soon as she arrived, she knew that Feng Linger was dead.

Only, there is no left body.

"Dumping the dust, let's go back!" Murong Nan standing next to her snorted: "I always feel that this place is particularly gloomy."

Since Murong Nan came to the palace, she was alone with her every day.

Having dinner with her, accompanying her to drink, and accompanying her to miss someone.

He knew that she was waiting for the night, and he also knew that the ink night had an unreachable position in her heart.

Therefore, when there was a rumor that the palace lady had rumored that the strange thing happened to the ink night, he would accompany her at the first time.

"Of course it is gloomy." Luo Ding gently took a breath: "Can the dead be gloomy?"

"Hey--" Murong Nan took a sigh of stunned breath and swallowed the words of swallowing: "Isn't it sure yet?"

"Although the blood is very scattered, it is obviously regular." Luo Dust refers to the floor road: "The direction to the door."

"..." Murong South looked at the direction of Luo Ding's fingers, and instantly felt a cold back.

"You... what do you mean? Dali Temple said the body... The body has not been found, it can't be fixed..."

"Every blood that you step on is her body." Luo leaned down and leaned down, his right hand gently rubbing through the coagulated blood, which was densely covered with stones.

When these things are mixed with blood, they can't see what it is, but Luo Dust can probably guess that it should be... a skull and the like.

"Ah--" Murong Nan's face is slightly pale, and what he fears most in his life is this kind of thing.

At this time, his feet had no strength, and he was almost unable to stand. But Luo is still beside him, he can't faint, he wants to protect her.

As everyone knows, the next second window suddenly bursts of a gust of wind, the air is filled with a strong **** atmosphere.

There seems to be a figure standing outside the window, and she looks over and looks clear.

"This is this... What is the situation?"

"Don't talk." Luo fell frown and fell his eyes on the blood on the ground. The coagulated blood seems to gradually dilute at this moment.

If she is not dreaming, if she is not mistaken, then...something may exist in this world.

"What happened!" Murong South's cold sweat on his forehead popped out.

Luo did not speak, but shrugged and smiled: "Focus, we go back first."