After leaving Bei Yusheng's mansion, Linghu Lan and Ming Hong continued to live their carefree lives.
As a spirit master, her lifespan did not exceed that of Wenmo's maternal grandmother; she suddenly passed away in middle age.
She had eight pills to prolong her life, but after thinking about it, she decided not to take them and silently waited for the time of her death to come.
Ming Hong initially thought this was a minor matter; he only needed to find a way to extend her lifespan. However, when he held Linghu Lan's life book in his hand, he discovered that he couldn't change her fate no matter what he did.
Ming Hong was bewildered. He had never encountered such a situation before. This meant that even though he was the Ghost King and could extend the lifespan of anyone in the world, he could not extend the lifespan of his beloved.
He was instantly terrified; a sense of dread, as if he had touched something ordained by fate, gripped his heart.
Linghu Lan held his hand. "Don't be afraid, it was bound to happen sooner or later, we've been through it so many times."
"So many times?"
"Um!"
Linghu Lan was exhausted and had no strength left to speak. She closed her eyes slightly and felt that ghostly energy was surging within her body, like someone who had died long ago and should have become a ghost, but was lingering in the human world, yet her body was uncontrollably emanating ghostly energy.
It's a pity that all that merit was wasted. For her, there was no such thing as the underworld; she could only leave.
Ming Hong's eyes darkened slightly as he gently kissed Linghu Lan's forehead, then turned and gave his orders.
Before long, a magnificent black jade coffin was ready.
Ming Hong took Linghu Lan to the Ghost Realm, where he had a way to preserve her body from decay. Having come into this world, they should leave something behind. For so many years, they had lived in the mortal realm; it would be better for them to die in the underworld.
Sensing that Linghu Lan's time was near, Ming Hong gently carried Linghu Lan into the coffin, and then lay down in it himself.
With a slight effort, Ming Hong closed the coffin.
Darkness descends.
He hugged Linghu Lan tightly, his tall body covering her small frame.
Linghu Lan smiled slightly. She wasn't surprised at all by Ming Hong's actions. If he were to die, she wouldn't want to live alone either. Fortunately, they had cultivated a dual cultivation technique, so they were practically destined to live and die together.
Death was inevitable, and she only hoped that she could endure it a little longer until the system bound her to Ming Hong before dying completely. She had a feeling that this time there was hope of success.
Linghu Lan's consciousness grew fainter and fainter, and Ming Hong also opened his eyes wide, looking at his heart in disbelief. He had prepared poison, but he did not expect death to come on its own. It turned out that it was really as she said, that she would not enter the underworld after she died.
Minghong's eyes softened; this was good.
Linghu Lan's soul gradually detached from her body, and finally the system's binding voice echoed in her mind.
Ding! Successfully locked onto Mo Tang. The system is binding, please wait patiently...
Binding 1
Binding 5
Bind 10
...
Linghu Lan: "...Could you go any slower?"
System: Do you allow it?
Linghu Lan: ...
Linghu Lan was extremely worried. For a moment, she saw Mo Tang's soul, which was Mo Tang's appearance in the real world. It was staring at her with wide eyes. The two looked at each other across time, as if they wanted to remember each other's appearance.
However, gradually, Mo Tang's soul became fainter and fainter until it was finally swallowed up by the vortex of time and space and disappeared.
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