Arriving at Ning Jie's residence, Si Luo gently pushed open the familiar door.
The furnishings in the house remained the same as before, but without Ning Jie's presence, it seemed particularly deserted.
The table where they once sat and drank tea together still had unfinished tea sets on it, as if time had stopped at that moment.
Ning Jie's bed was neatly made, and the quilt seemed to still have his scent on it. Si Luo's eyes slowly swept across the room, and every corner was filled with their memories.
Si Luo began to search carefully. She first flipped through the ancient books on the bookshelf one by one, hoping to find some marks or clues left by Ning Jie.
The ancient books exuded an old smell, and the pages rustled in her hands, but they did not contain what she wanted.
Then she searched through the closet, the scent of clothes filling the air, but still found nothing.
She lay on the ground and looked under the bed...
However, time passed by minute by minute, and she searched for a long time but still did not find what she wanted.
Si Luo was a little anxious, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. A sense of loss welled up in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.
She told herself that she couldn't give up, there must be something she had missed.
Calming down again, closing my eyes, I recalled every moment I spent here with Ning Jie.
at the same time.
The atmosphere in the witch clan’s residence was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.
Inside the main tent, Wu Jin sat in the main seat, his face as gloomy as the sky covered with dark clouds.
There was a flame of anger in his eyes, and the flame seemed to burn everything around him.
Below, a group of men lowered their heads, trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.
The air was filled with tension, as if a spark would cause a huge explosion.
"You bunch of trash!"
Wu Jin roared, and he slammed the table so hard that the wine glasses and ornaments on the table jumped up.
"You can't even handle this little thing. You've brought shame upon our Wu clan!"
The men trembled with fear and knelt down one after another.
"Master, calm down. We...we have tried our best."
"Try your best? Is this your best?"
Wu Jin stood up and paced angrily in the tent.
"In the recent wars, our Wu clan has suffered heavy losses and been defeated. Don't you have any solutions?"
At this moment, Wu Jin suddenly had a splitting headache. He held his head with both hands and groaned in pain.
The pain was like countless steel needles piercing his brain, making it almost unbearable for him.
Countless chaotic images flashed before his eyes. Those images were like a surging tide, impacting his consciousness wave after wave.
All the men were terrified and surrounded him.
"Witch Master, what's wrong with you?"
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