"When I saw her for the first time, I sensed the magical magnetic field on her body; as the heir of the Demon Tribe, I knew the members of this tribe well, and she was obviously not on the list; so I thought, she could only
She is from the witch tribe; I was sorry for snatching her from you at the magic show. But I mainly wanted to find out how to break the 'love-killing' curse..."
"Have you figured it out yet?"
"She was talking to her father in heaven... To the human world, her father is dead. Even if he exists, he only exists in the form of a 'soul'! But you know, in the magical world, those who die because of a curse
In fact, a person's life is not over, that is to say, he is conscious, and he will go to a 'death space' derived from a curse! As long as these people let the 'killing love' curse that caused them to die disintegrate,
They will be able to live again in the equivalent of human years, and their lives will continue..."
"You... want to break the curse?"
"My father wants me to lift the 'killing love' curse because it is my uncle's fault. My uncle has been missing for many years and I cannot ask him to remove the curse automatically, so I have to find a way to break the curse."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"The key lies in the softness of lightness."
"she?"
Wu Ge didn't seem to understand the meaning of Mo Ji very well, "What does it have to do with her? She died of suicide; after her death, she was buried in the forbidden area of the Wu Academy, and Master Tuoquan did not let anyone in..."
"Do you know why Yi Feng entered the Romance Magic Academy? And why is he willing to join your witch academy in exchange for the freedom to enter and exit the witch academy?" Mo Ji looked at Wuge.
"Why?"
"Qingzhirou. Just imagine why a woman who has been dead for more than ten years meets Yi Feng? The old guy also promised Yi Feng that as long as Yi Feng completes one thing for him, he will let Yi Feng see Qingzhirou.
Rou. Qingzhirou is the woman that the old guy likes, and the old guy actually used her as a deal——"
"This is really weird."
"Maybe Qing Zhirou is not dead at all. I really want to dig her grave and take a look."
"You can't do that, it's disrespectful to the deceased."
"So, I didn't really plan to do that; I brought you here just to borrow your magic mirror."
"Do you want to see through the magic mirror to see if Qing Zhirou is really buried in the grave?"