When Linghu Lan came down.
The crowd was fighting.
All the tombstones were lifted up.
Each person was holding more than one black box.
A strange feeling welled up in her heart; digging up people's graves has been a despicable act since ancient times.
How can these guys still be so eager to rob?
On the mysterious island, humanity has indeed been extinguished.
What are you fighting over?
No one answered.
Linghu Lan's gaze suddenly turned cold.
Gathering its spiritual power, the Buddhist lion's roar once again resounded throughout the tomb passage.
Everyone was stunned by the shock and stopped for a moment.
Linghu Lan tapped the ground with her sword.
"What are they all fighting over?"
"My life is so short!"
Someone timidly spoke up and handed over a booklet.
Linghu Lan took it, flipped through it, and asked, "Why are you snatching this?"
Everyone was stunned: "..."
Who knows why I'm going to rob this, but since my life is so fragile, I should at least hold it in my own hands!
Linghu Lan couldn't help but chuckle.
In this place, there is indeed no logic or intelligence to speak of.
With a flicker of her brow, she returned the Book of Fate and, guided by her intuition, walked to Mo Yin's grave.
The place had already been opened, and the black box was gone.
Linghu Lan's eyes turned icy. "Who took my life-saving book?! Hand it over!"
It feels like having your grave dug up – it's absolutely infuriating!
However, erecting graves for the living is even more absurd.
Linghu Lan quickly figured out that everything on the mysterious island couldn't be judged by common sense.
The crowd fell silent.
Linghu Lan scanned the crowd one by one, and each person seemed to be burned by her gaze, turning their faces away.
Linghu Lan fell silent; she was still too kind.
She channeled her spiritual power, and everyone suddenly discovered that their weapons had silently betrayed them, each pointing them at their own brow.
Those familiar with this scene couldn't help but let out a wail: Here we go again!
"Who knows? Hurry up and tell me, there's no use for me anyway!"
"Yes, yes, don't drag everyone down with us!"
Now everyone knows that their martial prowess is no match for Mo Yin.
A tense atmosphere was building among the crowd.
Finally, someone stammered, "Just now, when I saw him lift it, there was nothing under your tombstone. You didn't have a short life at all!"
"Really not?"
"It's absolutely true! Anyone who lies to you is a coward!"
Linghu Lan: "..."
After a moment's thought, she suddenly felt terrible.
Who else could have taken her life, given her short life?
Only Song Seung! Make a wish!
She immediately flew away on her sword into the shadowy area behind her.
With no one to control them, everyone's weapons fell to the ground.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they still heard Mo Yin's voice coming from afar: "There's a saying you must have heard: 'Digging your own grave.' But while others dig their own graves, you're digging your own. You're really something!"
Everyone blushed, exclaiming, "Pah! That's a really awful thing to say!"
But in just a moment, everyone started a new round of fighting over it.
Looking at the crazed crowd, Mo Wen reluctantly took his life book, abandoned his plan to continue killing, and also ran into the depths of darkness.
...
A magnificent palace.
The door was open.
Cangwu stood in front of the door.
The door is decorated with intricate patterns carved in gold and jade.
A woman's voice came from inside the door.
"Now that you've arrived at the door, why haven't you come in? I've already prepared wine and swept the bed to welcome you!"
The woman appeared at the doorway, her smile bright and clear, as if she were meeting an old friend again with Cangwu.
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