"Qingyue, what's wrong with you? You're making us all worried, okay?" Luo Longyu was a little angry and put down the bowl and chopsticks on the table, making a loud noise.
Long Qianyin tugged on Luo Longyu's sleeve and whispered, "Don't lose your temper with Qingyue."
Luo Longyu was helpless, sighed, turned around and left.
Luo Qingyue stood up and said, "Brother."
He turned around, with distress in his eyes, but he didn't know what to say.
Luo Qingyue pursed her lips, looked at everyone, and lowered her head in silence, "You guys eat first, brother, I have something to tell you."
Jun Wuxie faced her with a smile from beginning to end. He knew that Qingyue had something on her mind.
The two of them found a quieter place, and Luo Longyu asked, "Qingyue, what are you thinking about?"
Feeling the quiet air and the picturesque place, she raised her lips and smiled, but there was no relaxation in her eyebrows, "Brother, I have been thinking about one thing these days. In fact, I know how to save it."
Those tribesmen who have died.”
When Luo Longyu heard this, he was full of excitement, "Can you save them?"
God, this was the most exciting thing he had ever heard, and it was also the most incredible thing he thought.
Because he couldn't believe it, he held Luo Qingyue's hand tightly. She lowered her eyes and looked at the big hand wrapped around her small hand. This feeling was very warm. Those clan members who died should also have had it.
With such warmth...
Nodding gently, she admitted what she said, "It can be saved." Ever since she remembered what happened about her identity a thousand years ago, she knew that there was a way to save those tribesmen.
This is also the reason why she took so much pains to arrange the surrounding area of the Yugu Clan.
The answer - right there.
Draining the water from Wangchuan River, building Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge were all her energy put into it. In that space, she did a shocking thing, sealing it off!
Seal all the souls of those tribesmen in the water of Wangchuan River to ensure that their souls remain immortal.
After a person dies and loses his home, he must find a place for his soul to live, and the Wangchuan River is the place that best meets her conditions.
"How to save?"
"Back then, they were cursed and died miserably under the Sword of the Setting Sun, so that the curse was lifted, but they had to die. The Sword of the Setting Sun's nature is close to the Yang. Over the years, they have been staying in the Wangchuan River. They have been three thousand
Five hundred years have passed, and their physical bodies have long been destroyed. All they can do is to rebuild their physical bodies.
My father once said that as long as the soul is still there, there is hope.
The reason why I didn't lose my soul back then was because Wu Xie lost my cultivation. This was an equal exchange.
A heavy price is paid in exchange for the hope of life.
But now, it can too.
This world has its own cycle of life and death, and nothing can escape the laws of survival of the Three Realms and Six Paths.
If they want to be resurrected, they have to pay the same price." Her words fell on Luo Longyu's ears, and he felt shocked no matter how he heard them.
"If you say so, then all the dead people can be resurrected?"
"No." Luo Qingyue shook her head firmly, "Only those souls in the Wangchuan River, the peripheral territory of the Yugu Clan, can be resurrected."
"Why?" Luo Longyu felt dizzy.
"Back then, I wanted to bring them back to life, so I arranged everything in the outer realm to seal them in."