I still can't see the other person clearly.
Yan Jiu nudged Lang Zongyi with her elbow: "Can you even see her face?"
Lang Zongyi looked at the woman in black veil with slight surprise, whose face was exactly the same as Yan Jiu's, and slowly nodded.
Yan Jiu shrugged: "Perhaps this obsession of someone doesn't want me to see her face clearly."
Just as Lang Zongyi was about to tell Yan Jiu that the woman in the black veil looked exactly like Yan Jiu.
The woman in black veil spoke: "My name is Wu Jiu."
Yan Jiu seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.
Lang Zongyi, who couldn't hear, looked bewildered.
Wu Jiu's golden eyes locked onto Yan Jiu, and she spoke bluntly: "How about I exchange your doubts and my cultivation for Turan's rebirth?"
Suddenly.
A coffin suddenly appeared between the two sides.
The coffin is made of black wood, which indicates its simplicity and lack of carvings, exuding a heavy, solemn, and inviolable aura.
Yan Jiu shook her head and refused: "The dead cannot be brought back to life."
She really wanted to ask Wu Jiu why he also understood the power of darkness, and she wanted to communicate with him, but that didn't mean she would be so idle as to disrupt the order of Heaven.
As soon as Yan Jiu said this...
Wu Jiu not only wasn't angry, but he also laughed out loud, as if he were laughing at his original self.
She walked step by step toward Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu gradually got a clear look at Wu Jiu's appearance.
She was utterly shocked.
Wu Jiu slowly walked up to Yan Jiu, growing weaker with each step, as if she had exhausted all her strength: "It wasn't in vain that I went to all this trouble... Now that you're here, I can finally rest."
As he spoke.
Wu Jiu placed the lantern in his hand above the coffin. The blood-red lantern burned on its own and then transformed into eighty-one red threads that wrapped around the coffin.
She gazed longingly in the direction of the coffin.
With a faint smile.
It turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished completely.
Yan Jiu was furious and accused, "How could this person be like this? She only said half of what she was saying, and I haven't even asked her how she went to all this trouble. Why did she just disappear?"
Lang Zongyi: "..." Can you please be reliable even once?
Yan Jiu rolled up her sleeves, her anger unrestrained, and she was about to pry open the coffin to see the deceased.
"Judging from Wu Jiu's affectionate look, is her old flame lying in this coffin?"
"She probably has never seen what it means to be reduced to ashes!"
Yan Jiu rarely lost his composure like this.
Wu Jiu's behavior really provoked Yan Jiu.
Lang Zongyi stopped Yan Jiu, wanting to show her through his actions that she couldn't open the coffin: "Calm down."
Yan Jiu stopped prying up the coffin: "You hesitated before Wu Jiu spoke. What did you want to say then?"
Lang Zongyi said, "She said she looks just like you."
Yan Jiu nodded halfway: "Hmm, wait a minute, you were able to see her from the very beginning? Why? Because you're handsome!?"
Lang Zongyi: "..." You should just stick your coffin up.
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