After her soul was taken away, she had new friends, new family, and new important people.
She has something new that she wants to protect.
Those warm things invaded her soul bit by bit, making her, a walking corpse, spiritual and alive again.
Looking at the woman with an extremely unworldly temperament in the mirror, the corners of Ling Luo's lips involuntarily raised a slight arc.
"Luo'er, are you okay? I have summoned Heiyu back."
Xuanyuan Yu's knock sounded outside the door.
"Well, here we come."
Ling Luo stood up and when he opened the door, he saw the black feather with extremely wide wings that had revealed its true form.
Heiyu tilted his head slightly, staring at her with friendly golden eyes, subconsciously already recognizing the identity of Mistress Ling Luo.
It is a proud eagle king and generally does not let people get on it.
Xuanyuan Yu took Ling Luo's hand, helped her sit on Hei Yu's back, and then under Sheng Ge's envious eyes, accompanied by an eagle's roar, the two of them headed towards the sky.
It only took about one stick of incense to get from Yingyang Imperial Capital to Liucheng. Ling Luo had to lament Heiyu's convenience.
After the two landed, they walked on the deserted streets of Liucheng.
The war had just ended, the city was devastated, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, and almost everyone's face showed a look of exhaustion and numbness.
A group of soldiers passed by, and the people retreated with fear on their faces.
A faint sadness flashed through Ling Luo's heart. After years of war, the residents on the border were all like frightened birds, living in dire straits.
After the soldiers left, Ling Luo grabbed an old lady on the roadside and asked, "Auntie, do you know where the battlefield between Xijiu and Dongchen is?"
A look of fear immediately flashed across the old aunt's face, and she said, "Girl, that place in Lu Yuan is haunted, so you can't go there!"
"Lu Yuan?" Ling Luo asked confused, "Where is Lu Yuan?"
The old aunt pointed in the direction of the city gate and said: "After leaving the city gate, go straight to the west. You will see a wasteland filled with gloomy bones everywhere, which is Lu Yuan."
Ling Luo smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, auntie."
Spooky bones? Haunted?
So very good.
She wished it was haunted. The more spooky it was, the more likely it was that there would be a bone mandala growing there.
Thinking of this, Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu ran straight towards the west city gate, regardless of the enthusiastic old lady's obstruction.
Sure enough, following the old aunt's instructions, the two of them saw a bone-white wasteland not long after walking.
On the land plain, corpses were strewn across the field, and the enemy and our troops could no longer be distinguished.
It is late autumn now, and the weather is a bit cold, so the corpse odor in the wasteland is not that obvious and is still within the tolerance range.
Ling Luo took out an incense burner from the space ring and burned Lingxi Agarwood.
The green smoke slowly spreads, the dusk mist curls up, and the faint fragrance gradually spreads in the air.
Ghosts began to appear in front of Ling Luo's eyes.
They were wearing military uniforms, and many of them had tears streaming down their faces, sitting there and crying.
The expressions on their faces were full of sadness, confusion, and grief.
"It turns out that ghosts are not as scary as the books circulating in the market." Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh.
Xuanyuan Yu explained: "General ghosts must return to the home where they were born seven days after death before they can be reincarnated."