After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Murong Ling'er looked at the people trapped in this world of ice and snow. The biting cold wind was howling, scraping on everyone's face like a sharp blade.

Huo Zihao's small body looked particularly fragile in the cold wind. He tried hard to curl up and try to resist the severe cold.

Deng Lihua looked at her son who was shivering with cold, her face full of heartache and helplessness. She herself was also struggling in this difficult environment, and she had the will but not the strength to help.

When Murong Ling'er saw this scene, she walked forward without hesitation and hugged Huo Zihao in her arms.

Deng Lihua's eyes instantly filled with tears. Her face was filled with gratitude towards Murong Ling'er. Her voice trembled as she said, "Ling'er, please take Zihao to the carriage! Thank you so much! It's really difficult to walk in this snow. I don't know how much Zihao will suffer if he follows me. You really saved us this time."

Murong Linger shook her head slightly and said, "You're welcome, Zihao is also my brother!"

Huo Zihao's little face was red from the cold, and his body was still trembling slightly in Murong Ling'er's arms. Murong Ling'er picked him up with pity, walked quickly to the carriage, and carefully put him in the carriage.

"Zihao, stay in the car obediently." Murong Ling'er said softly.

Huo Zihao nodded obediently, his eyes full of dependence on Murong Ling'er.

Murong Ling'er then entered the carriage. When the curtain fell, she heard a faint eerie mournful music coming from a distance.

Murong Ling'er's originally light and graceful movements suddenly stopped. She slowly raised her eyes and looked far ahead.

There was a hint of doubt and alertness in those bright and beautiful eyes, as if trying to see through the layers of fog and see the secrets hidden in the distance.

At the same time, she tilted her ears slightly and listened carefully to the sounds around her. The whistling sound of the wind was like the roar of a giant beast, and in the roar of the wind, there seemed to be a faint sound of sad cries.

Murong Ling'er couldn't help but feel curious, and thought to herself: "What on earth is this sound? Why is it so sad and miserable?"

The faint mournful music was like a mysterious call from the depths of the underworld, carrying an irresistible attraction.

Driven by curiosity, she carefully extended her spiritual sense, like a keen hound, following the vague clues.

In the next moment, a clear picture emerged in her mind - in the hunter village on the mountainside, white funeral items were hung high in front of every household, swaying in the wind, like a pale ocean.

The sad music came clearly from one of the houses, and the sound was so tearful and moving that it moved people.

Murong Ling'er understood instantly that a funeral was being held here. She sighed softly, thinking that now that she knew the whole story, her curiosity was satisfied.

After all, this is someone else's sad story, and it might not be appropriate to delve into it too much.

At the same time, the team escorting the fugitives was struggling to move forward in the snow and ice.

The wind was cold and the snow was falling heavily, as if burying the whole world in white silence.

The figures of the convicts and officials looked tired and struggling in the snow. They had been walking for a whole afternoon and were now exhausted.

"Narcissus, we're almost there, hold on a little longer." Huo Jianjie turned around and shouted to Huo Narcissus, who was practically being supported by him and Deng Lihua while walking.

Huo Shuixian was in a miserable state at the moment, and looked extremely weak. When she heard Huo Jianjie's voice, she was too tired to make any response. There was no emotion in her heart. Her body was as cold as ice, and her consciousness gradually became blurred, as if she had lost the ability to think due to the cold weather.

The other convicts in the team were also moving with difficulty, their heavy anklets dragging traces on the snow.

Some of the prisoners were breathing heavily, and the white air they exhaled from their mouths instantly dissipated in the cold wind. Some of the prisoners had dull eyes and walked mechanically, like zombies.

Suddenly, the faint sound of mournful music reached their ears, like the whisper of a ghost.

"What's that sound? It's creepy!" said a convict in a trembling voice, his face full of fear.

"Is there something unclean in this village?" Another convict's face turned pale, and his voice trembled noticeably.

"Don't talk nonsense! Maybe it's just an ordinary funeral." A prisoner who looked a little calmer tried to comfort everyone, but there was panic in his own eyes.

The prisoners were talking among themselves, and the fear in their hearts continued to spread along with the sound of mourning music.

Huo Shuixian tried her best to support her head which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Every effort made her feel dizzy, but she still persisted stubbornly. The mournful music coming from her ears was only faint at first, as if it came from a distant place, but as time went on, the sound became clearer and louder, like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

Finally, when she raised her head with all her strength and looked into the distance with difficulty, she saw a row of snow-white lanterns hanging high on a tall tree. The pale light was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

Not far ahead, a fence across the middle of the road blocked the way. It was wrapped with white cloth strips, fluttering in the wind like the dancing sleeves of a ghost.

Seeing this scene, the last shred of hope and strength in Huo Shuixian's heart instantly vanished like a tide. She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and the whole world began to spin.

Then, her legs went weak and she fell forward, hitting the ground heavily and losing consciousness.

"Master!" Deng Lihua, who was standing aside, was already frightened by the white funeral objects all over the village, and her whole body was shaking.

At this moment, a cold hand suddenly rested on her arm. The touch felt like being touched by an ice cube. Instinctively, she almost threw the unknown object away.

However, when she looked closely and found that the person who fell down was Huo Shuixian who was already unconscious, she immediately shouted in panic: "Master! Come quickly! Shuixian has fainted!" Her voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear, breaking the silent night sky.

Huo Jianjie came back to his senses instantly when he heard Li's cry. His eyes, which had originally looked a little dull due to fatigue and cold, were now filled with anxiety and worry because of his daughter's condition.

He looked at his daughter who had already lost consciousness, and his heart was filled with sorrow. The sorrow was like a surging tide that instantly broke through his inner defenses. His throat seemed to be choked by something, and he could not utter a word, but tears welled up in his eyes.

Seeing that they had reached the village entrance, he took a deep breath, as if to gather all his strength. He bent down with difficulty, his hands trembling, and gently moved Huo Shuixian onto his back.

His movements were slow and cautious, for fear of hurting his daughter. The moment he carried Huo Shuixian on his back, his body swayed slightly, as if he could not bear the weight. But he gritted his teeth, tried to straighten his back, and walked forward step by step.