Linghu Lan sighed, reached out and channeled some spiritual energy into her body, calmly looked at Mo Sheng'er, and said indifferently, "Is there anything else you want to say? I can pass it on for you."
Mo Sheng'er was indeed mistakenly killed, but Linghu Lan never expected that the person who mistakenly killed her would be Ying Hua.
In this life, Mo Sheng'er and Ying Hua are strangers; the two have never crossed paths.
Unexpectedly, Yinghua went mad and killed Mo Sheng'er at their first meeting. Fate is indeed unpredictable.
Mo Sheng'er's tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes: "I'm...sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to die, I still have...Dad, Mom, let me live, live..."
Her eyes were full of pleading, and her bloodless hand tried to grab Linghu Lan's sleeve, but then weakly dropped her hand.
Linghu Lan's heart skipped a beat when Mo Sheng'er started talking about her parents.
A person's words are good when they are about to die.
Unfortunately, not every "I'm sorry" in this world will be met with an "It's okay." Some "I'm sorry"s require paying with one's life.
"Dad, Mom!" Mo Sheng'er murmured in vain.
Linghu Lan fell silent.
Mo Sheng'er was in despair. Her eyes gradually dimmed, her hands slightly opened, and the next moment, her life force slowly drained away from her body, and she died completely.
Linghu Lan remained silent for a long while, then whispered to her body, "My revenge is complete!"
She could feel a surge of sadness within her, a chilling emotion. Revenge had been served, but Ji Liang felt no joy. This was a human tragedy that could have been avoided.
Linghu Lan thought of the apocalypse, when many people awakened their supernatural abilities.
In the apocalypse, those with superpowers are heroes; in times of peace, some of them become scoundrels.
Not everyone who possesses superpowers has the ability to control them. Some people, on the contrary, are controlled by their powers, recklessly enjoying the sense of superiority that comes with them, placing justice and humanity above all else.
Mo Sheng'er is like that. She comes from an ordinary family, attends an ordinary school, and has ordinary self-control. Apart from having a talent, she has never really known herself. Once she accidentally acquires the ability to cultivate immortality beyond life and death, although she claims to be righteous, she also becomes willful.
Shenji noticed Linghu Lan's unusual expression and felt a pang of sadness. "You're not happy!"
Linghu Lan: "Yes!"
She was not happy. As a human being, she couldn't bear to stand by and watch someone die, but this was her fate.
To ensure the peace is restored, a minute of silence was observed.
Linghu Lan looked at her hands, smiled slightly at Shenji, then lowered her head and quickly made hand seals.
To everyone's astonishment, Mo Sheng'er's body seemed to be controlled by an uncontrollable force, and she began to move on her own, sitting cross-legged and straightening her back.
Linghu Lan tumbled through the air, quickly placing seven candles she had stolen from the monsters around Mo Sheng'er.
She made hand seals, and the magic hand gestures changed rapidly. Wisps of black energy slowly rose from the ground, surrounding Mo Sheng'er. The black energy grew thicker and thicker, shooting straight into the sky and blocking out the sun.
Everyone held their breath as they watched this amazing scene unfold, their eyes glued to Linghu Lan's gestures, which moved like butterflies flitting among flowers.
Shenji's brows furrowed slightly.
The art of summoning spirits? How did she learn it?
Judging from Shenji's furrowed brows, Linghu Lan guessed his thoughts and calmly said, "What you taught me was when you were still a distinguished guest of the Underworld."
twenty three
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