With tears in her eyes, Xiao Yiqiong said, "Yes, Auntie believes in you."
Jiang Shumiao closed her eyes and used the method of rewind to see everything.
Lu Yanhe and Gu Zhiqing had their souls stolen last night, and this time she finally saw the person's face clearly, and coincidentally, she recognized him.
The scribes in the Palace of Fate were taciturn.
Although she had captivated the souls of two people, she was injured by the amulet she had given to Gu Zhiqing and hurriedly fled. Otherwise, she probably would have captivated the souls of other people in the mansion as well.
Jiang Shumiao opened her eyes, her gaze filled with coldness.
The Heavenly Emperor indeed knew she had been resurrected. It seems he checked the Book of Fate and found that the person who was supposed to die was still alive, and the predetermined path of fate had long been distorted beyond recognition.
Fengdu did not report it.
Even a child could imagine how furious the Heavenly Emperor was.
This is a challenge to his authority.
Therefore, the dignified ruler of the divine realm engaged in evil deeds.
Since the underworld refuses to honor fate and collect souls, these people might as well stop reincarnating altogether.
In chronological order.
He was the first to die, but the Heavenly Emperor knew that killing him was unrealistic and he couldn't touch the others in the Jiang family, so he shifted his focus and first took the souls of Lu Yan and this great wronged child.
Jiang Shumiao transformed into a stream of light and vanished in an instant.
Xiao Yitang and Xiao Yiqiong were both stunned for a moment, but quickly came to their senses. Xiao Yitang comforted them, "Don't worry, elder sister. Miaomiao must already know where they are. She will definitely be able to bring back Yan He and Zhiqing's souls."
Xiao Yiqiong was completely bewildered and nodded haphazardly.
Xiao Yitang knew that saying anything at this point would be useless, so he silently stayed with her.
Shaoyu was injured and cannot return to the Heavenly Palace for the time being.
Following the scents of Lu Yanhe and Gu Qingzhi, Jiang Shumiao quickly located the place: a peach grove a hundred miles away.
Inside the thatched hut in the peach grove, a man was sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing and healing his injuries.
On the table was a palm-sized white porcelain bottle, and the contents inside were struggling to break free.
The man frowned, seemingly impatient, and pointed at the bottle, which immediately stopped moving.
Just as he was about to continue regulating his breathing, he suddenly sensed something, his expression changed, and he immediately put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve. He was blown out of the room like a gust of wind, and the surrounding peach trees moved rapidly, forming an array.
Peach Blossom Formation.
As soon as Jiang Shumiao entered the formation, she felt a chilling killing intent.
This little trick is nothing to brag about.
With a wave of her hand, all the peach trees returned to their original positions, and the petals on the ground moved without wind, transforming into a long whip that shot straight towards the direction Shaoyu had fled.
Jiang Shumiao gave a gentle tug, and a muffled groan was heard.
The man fell to the ground, and the porcelain bottle in his sleeve fell out.
Jiang Shumiao bent down to pick it up, and with a gentle swipe of her finger, the restriction vanished instantly.
She met the man's frightened gaze and said slowly, "Long time no see, Immortal Lord Shaoyu."
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