The rope connecting the hook is strong and elastic, capable of withstanding enormous tension.
It was perfectly suited for fixing one's body on this smooth, vertical, mirror-like city wall, as if it were a magical artifact tailor-made for this operation.
Just then, the confirmation of safety from Qianchao and the others was like a bright light suddenly shining in the darkness, instantly dispelling the gloom that had shrouded everyone's hearts.
Qin Qianluo and Yaoguang exchanged a knowing glance, and in that instant, their eyes seemed to convey a thousand unspoken words.
Their eyes shone with unwavering conviction and unspoken understanding—a deep bond and trust forged through countless battles fought side by side.
Immediately, two figures, like nimble swallows, transformed into two black phantoms under the moonlight, and with lightning speed, they swiftly climbed towards the top of the city wall.
Their movements were light and agile, their hands like nimble monkeys, gripping the ropes alternately, each exertion of force just right.
Its feet nimbly used the city wall for leverage, as if it had reached a mysterious understanding with the wall, and it climbed up as quickly as a gecko.
Their figures, bathed in moonlight, resembled a flowing ink painting, graceful yet powerful.
Soon, they arrived at the remains.
The two skillfully and carefully used the eagle talons to firmly fix their bodies in place.
Like pine trees rooted in a raging storm, they are as stable as a rock, unshaken by any changes in the outside world.
Then, they each slowly drew their sharp short blades.
The short blade gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight, like the cold and merciless scythe in the hand of death, exuding a terrifying aura.
Their eyes were filled with solemnity and awe, a respect for the deceased and a sense of duty.
Their movements were gentle and careful, each cut precise and slow, as if time itself had stood still for them.
They knew in their hearts that their actions not only concerned the success or failure of the mission, but also the dignity and peace of the deceased, and they were afraid that the slightest carelessness would disturb the deceased's eternal rest.
Finally, they successfully and gently removed the remains of Lin Jincheng's family.
With immense sorrow and reverence, Qin Qianluo carefully placed the remains into the space with trembling hands.
It was as if they were placing the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.
As for Yao Guang, she relied on her special and mysterious connection with the ring space—she herself was someone who came out of that ring space.
She possessed an extraordinary perception of the ring's space—and carefully placed the remains into Qin Qianluo's ring space.
That ring, like a rare treasure from a mysterious celestial realm, faintly emitted a mysterious and soft light in the darkness, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.
The ring is adorned with a lifelike nine-tailed fox, the carving of which is so vivid that every single hair seems to be swaying in the wind.
It seemed as if it might leap off the ring at any moment and dance gracefully in the night sky, bringing a touch of vibrant color to this dark world.
It was precisely because of Yao Guang's special connection with the ring's space that Qin Qianlu solemnly handed over this extraordinary ring to Yao Guang before setting off.
It is hoped that this ring will help complete the encoffining at this critical and dangerous moment, allowing the deceased to rest in peace and their souls to find solace in another world.
Qin Qianluo's hands trembled violently and uncontrollably, the trembling stemming from a deep, overwhelming grief and indignation deep within her soul.
It was as if her entire being was controlled by this surging emotion.
The actions of the Jizi Kingdom were utterly inhumane; their cruelty was appalling and aroused the wrath of both heaven and man.
They brutally murdered a one-year-old infant, still babbling in swaddling clothes. Such atrocities are truly intolerable.
Qin Qianluo gazed at her niece's small body in her arms. Wherever her gaze fell, it was as if countless sharp ice spikes were piercing straight into the softest corner of her heart.
A bittersweet feeling welled up in my throat like a flood bursting its banks, and my eyes instantly turned red with grief and pity.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back, afraid that they would blur her vision and prevent her from seeing her child one more time.
This should have been a bright little dumpling, as radiant as the warm spring sun and as delicate as a newly blossoming flower.
She should have had rosy, fair cheeks and skin as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade.
When she laughs, her clear and melodious laughter echoes joyfully in the air like silver bells, bringing warmth and vitality to the whole world.
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