Wei Ning was puzzled, but Mu Zihan took out a glass bottle from the space ring and said, "He asked you to collect his tears."
Mo Cangxuan nodded again, Wei Ning took the glass bottle and placed it under his eyes. The tears rolled out and slowly flowed into the bottle.
She had never seen a wolf shed so many tears.
As tears flowed out, Mo Cangxuan's eyes gradually dimmed, and eventually even the last trace of light disappeared.
When the last drop of tears flowed out, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, and all the breath in his body disappeared.
"Uncle Huang, is he, is he dead?" Wei Ning murmured.
"This is an ancient witchcraft called 'Soul Curse', which can be performed without spiritual power. You only need to give your soul to the God of Death, and the God of Death will help you realize a wish, but this wish cannot involve the life and death of the soul.
After the task is completed, the God of Death will take away the soul, and it will not enter hell or reincarnation, and will become the slave of the God of Death forever." Mu Zihan explained silently.
Mo Cangxuan reached an agreement with the God of Death and cast the Soul Seal to seal everything he wanted to say in these tears.
Wei Ning stared at Mo Cangxun blankly and stretched out her hand to touch his lusterless hair. However, as soon as her hand touched a bit of fur, his body suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared directly into the air.
"This is called corpse and soul sealing." Mu Zihan sighed and whispered: "Qing Ning, don't be sad. His life is coming to an end, but what he wants to say to you is all in these tears.
inside."
"How can I see these words?" Wei Ning sniffed slightly.
"I can't do it now. When I return to the Qinglong Empire, I will find a way to help you."
Wei Ning nodded, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Uncle Emperor, what exactly is the God of Death?"
"Silly boy, that has nothing to do with you." With him here, he would definitely not let the God of Death get close to her.
Wei Ning lowered her head, tears rolling down her face. She felt really tired after walking to this day.
Her cries were drowned in the sound of the howling wind and snow outside the carriage, but her tears wetted her clothes bit by bit.
Mu Zihan slowly leaned over and stretched out his hand. She leaned into his arms and hugged his waist tightly, trying her best to suppress her desire to cry.
Today, her life has changed, she has experienced such joys and sorrows for no reason, and her fate, which originally had nothing to do with her, has converged like this.
Who is she?
She is not Mu Qingning, but she is not Shen Weining either.
In her current self, she once again saw the shadow of herself when she was weak and helpless, the cowardice that once made her escape like death.
Is that incompetent self back again?
In fact, she never left, she just hid in her heart, in a secret place, watching her quietly all the time.
She never left, she just thought she left.
When she looked at the world and her hands were stained with blood, the weak woman was actually hiding in her heart and trembling.
But when strength becomes a protective color, only fear is the weapon to defeat yourself.
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I'll give you a chance to seal the soul, do you dare to use it?
Uncle Emperor: Before I die, let Qingning turn into a girl, and then push her, push, push, push her until...
Lu: Then you have to fall silly!
Uncle Huang: It’s better to be stupid.
Lu: How deep is your resentment?
Uncle Huang: It’s not me, it’s the readers’ resentment that infected me. Ask them if they want to see the drama.
Lu: That’s right, everyone should be serious and don’t talk nonsense.
The crowd smashed the eggs angrily: Why the hell did you let him push! Please push!
Lu: Please keep your moral integrity before going out, friends!
