Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

Wu Ya saw this and finally sighed softly: "Finally you have found someone who is sincere to you, Xiao Xing."

Wu Ya did not struggle anymore, and like Qin Zhen, he slowly closed his eyes.

"That's it, it's good."

At this moment, Wuya no longer had the cowardly and ruthless look he had in front of Jingxing before.

On the contrary, there is a kind of relief in his eyes that others cannot see.

Only the Wushuang in his hand trembled for a moment, as if it sensed something.

Finally, under the pressure of the Cold Wind Sword, it quieted down again.

……

The sound of the dripping rain rang in my ears.

Qin Zhen felt like a light balloon floating in the air.

She didn't know how long she had been in deep sleep, but she felt as if she could not feel the existence of her body.

She couldn't even remember what had just happened.

She now had only one thought in her mind -

Come back home.

She has to go home.

Huh? Why do you want to go home?

Is someone waiting for her?

Or did you make an appointment with someone?

Hmm, I can’t remember.

She only knew that she had to go home, she had to go home.

"Drip, drip."

The sound of rain seemed to have become much louder, and a gust of wind lifted Qin Zhen up lightly.

When she regained consciousness, the mountains, water, flowers, plants and trees in front of her seemed extremely familiar.

The rain was getting heavier, pure white mist was rising between the mountains, and a fat crane flew across the mountain stream.

"Woo--Woo--"

There were a few unclear cries in the air.

Qin Zhen was a little dazed, and it took her a while to react.

"Yeah, I'm home."

This is the Poyun Sect that she longed to return to.

Such cool weather is perfect for eating hotpot. Let’s call everyone over to eat hotpot and chat together.

Qin Zhen floated briskly towards her own cottage, but soon she saw several figures standing quietly on the hillside behind her cottage.

"Hmm? What is everyone doing here?"

Sect Leader Wen Qionghua, Elder Mu Guiyi, Elder Fu Yao, and Elder Mo Wen were all there.

And why did they all change into black clothes?

Not for them at all.

Even the eldest brother, eldest sister, second brother and third brother were dressed in black.

"Everyone, what's going on?"

Qin Zhen asked.

But no one paid any attention to her.

Qin Zhen then asked, "It's raining so hard, why don't you hold an umbrella and just stand in the rain?"

No one spoke.

Because their backs were facing away from her, Qin Zhen couldn't see their expressions clearly.

What happened?

Why does the atmosphere feel so depressing?

Qin Zhen wanted to float closer, and then she saw what was in front of everyone -

It was a new grave.

A tomb of Qin Zhen.

Qin Zhen: “!”

On the tombstone, the two words "Qin Zhen" looked so familiar, they were the handwriting of the second senior brother.

Wen Qionghua stood at the front and spoke slowly:

"Qin Zhen, the seventeenth-generation disciple of the Poyun Sect, died in early autumn. During her lifetime, she was friendly to her fellow disciples and was brave and fearless. She only hoped that after her death, she would rest in peace in the netherworld..."

The breeze carried Wen Qionghua's voice slowly, bit by bit. Qin Zhen listened to the words and sighed softly.

It turns out that she is already dead.

The confusion in my mind disappeared at this moment, and all my memories from the past suddenly came back to me.

Qin Zhen couldn't help but reveal a somewhat bitter smile on her face.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t have another hotpot meal with everyone.

I don’t know who will help clean her house after she leaves and if Master doesn’t come back to the sect for another ten days or half a month?

Elder Fu Yao loves to dress people up, but since she is not here, who can she find to help her try out new dresses and new makeup?

Elder Mu still has a lot of medicinal herbs that have not been harvested. I wonder if anyone can give me a hand?

And there is Elder Mo... That guy has a bad drinking habit. When he is drunk, he jumps up and down and likes to fall asleep immediately. At that time, who could take out a thin blanket to cover him and send him home?

There is also the eldest brother Muleng, the eldest sister who has a poor sense of direction, the second brother who is always unable to wake up, and the third brother who often has attacks of evil spirits, which really makes her worried.

I really hope I can still be with them.

They were such good people, why could she only accompany them for such a short time?

She could only hope that their future lives would be smooth and everything would go well, even if she could no longer accompany them on this journey.

But it's okay.

By the time they walked far enough away and looked back at her, she must have become a grain of sand in the long years, right?

At that time, they should be able to let her go gently and move towards a brighter future.

"Be...well, be fine." Qin Zhen said softly.

Her last glance fell on Jingxing.

He lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression.

Drops of rain kept sliding down her cheeks, making Qin Zhen unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.

"Second Brother, don't cry."

Qin Zhen gave him a comforting hug.

However, her hand couldn't touch him at all, so it passed through his body.

"You have to be well. I won't say anything. If you want you to live well with me, it will be too much of a burden on your shoulders."

"I hope you're free."

Don't be bound by the demon clan anymore, don't be bound by hatred anymore, and don't be bound by her death anymore. Go and enjoy this beautiful world.

It's worth it, and he's worth it.

Qin Zhen felt that her body was gradually becoming transparent, and there was an invisible force that seemed to be leading her away.

She had a vague feeling that this time she might really disappear completely.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Wen Qionghua finished reading the eulogy in sorrow, paused for a moment, and then spoke again: "Light a stick of incense for her."

Huai Xu silently shared the fragrance with his fellow junior brothers and sisters.

However, when he handed the incense to Jingxing, Jingxing did not take it.

Huai Xu didn't force it, but he was holding Xiang's hands too tightly and they were shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Jingxing suddenly snatched the incense from Huaixu's hand and threw it heavily to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Ning Po asked in a hoarse voice.

"Junior Sister is not dead, she doesn't need any incense."

"...Jingxing, don't be like this, I beg you." The eldest sister choked and cried, "I know she died in your arms, you feel sad, but don't we feel sad too?"

"Just let her...go in peace."

"My junior sister is not dead. I will not let her die. There is always a way."

Even if he had to go to the ends of the earth, he would still make Qin Zhen come back to life.

"What a sin! What a sin! What did our Poyun Sect do wrong to deserve being treated like this?"

Mo Wen's eyes were filled with tears. He glared at the sky, hating the injustice done to him.