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Qiao Ling tried several times in her own way to wake up Feng Shuying, but all ended in failure.

Feng Shuying just lay there quietly, with no sign of life in sight.

Qiao Ling thought carefully about Feng Shuying's last words when he asked her to leave. For a moment, she felt that there was a deeper meaning, and for a moment, she felt that they didn't.

She stayed by Feng Shuying's side for a long time, but still didn't see any reaction from her.

She has died before and knows what happens after death. Just like Feng Shuying, no matter how you look at it, she is too dead to die.

But if a normal person dies, the spirit body will initially stay with the corpse.

But after Feng Shuying died, Qiao Ling did not see Feng Shuying's spirit body. She extremely suspected that the fire also burned Feng Shuying's spirit body.

When Qiao Ling thought about this, he became more and more sad.

Although she has been an evil spirit for a long time, she has been trapped in the punishment department of the palace and has not realized any skills.

Although she learned some skills after following Feng Shuying, none of them could help her save Feng Shuying.

At this moment, she only regretted that she was useless. Not only did she watch Feng Shuying die, but she was also unable to help at all.

She cried for a long time and attracted many wandering ghosts nearby.

Qiao Ling was in a bad mood and didn't want to deal with those wandering ghosts. However, some of them saw her good looks and wanted to take advantage of her.

She was so angry that she had nowhere to vent her anger. When these things were delivered to her door, she beat them wildly.

Although her spirit body was damaged in the fire last time and she couldn't defeat the Celestial Master, it was enough to defeat these wandering ghosts.

Not to mention that she had a younger brother with her, the one who had been working with Zhou Guangshi before, helping her fight together.

As time passed, Qiao Ling also knew that the evil spirit's name was Qu Liangyu.

After Qu Liangyu helped her fight away the wandering ghosts, he asked, "What should we do now?"

He followed Qiao Ling because she was powerful and Feng Shuying could help him save her.

He originally planned to survive Guan Zhou to death and then ask Feng Shuying to help him achieve salvation and reincarnate. Unexpectedly, Feng Shuying was dead now, and he was a little confused.

Qiao Ling cried: "I don't know, I have to wait for my young lady to wake up."

Qu Liangyu sighed: "The weather is hot now. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid her body will stink soon."

Qiao Ling: "..."

She stood up and beat Qu Liangyu.

Qu Liangyu: "..."

He shrunk his neck and hid behind a tree and cried.

Although Qiao Ling was not very accepting of the fact that Feng Shuying's body would rot, she knew this was a fact.

Feeling sad and confused, she finally found a coffin shop and bought a coffin.

After she pulled the coffin over, she called Qu Liangyu and together they dug a hole and Feng Shuying buried it.

When the secret guard conveyed the news to Jing Moye, he was discussing matters with the ministers and accidentally knocked over the tea cup next to him...

Jing Moye had actually been reluctant to believe the news that Feng Shuying was dead, because the abbot had said that Feng Shuying's lifespan had not yet expired.

So when Qiao Ling was about to take Feng Shuying away, he was still a little lucky, thinking that Qiao Ling should be able to save him.

He felt at the time that as long as she lived, she could just see him if she didn't want to. No matter where she wanted to go, he wouldn't stop her.

But only then did he realize that he was still naive.

No matter how powerful Feng Shuying is, he can't bring himself back from the dead.

And he also clearly felt her body gradually getting colder, and all the breath was cut off.

His action shocked the ministers: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Jing Moye tried hard to suppress his emotions, and the veins on his forehead bulged out. He said softly: "It's okay, just keep talking."

But he couldn't listen to a word of what those ministers said next.

A quarter of an hour later, Jing Moye said: "Everyone, wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. He leaned on the table and gasped for air. Qin Zhijian came over and said, "My lord, are you okay?"

Jing Moye said softly: "Holding the sword, she is really dead!"

Qin Zhijian knew that he had been unwilling to believe the fact that Feng Shuying was dead, so he let out a long sigh.

Jing Moye said again: "I killed her!"

Qin Zhijian didn't know how to persuade him for a while.

But Jing Moye said again: "No, I have to go see her again!"

He walked to the door and spurted out a mouthful of blood, then fell straight to the ground.

Qin Zhijian was startled and exclaimed: "Your Majesty!"

Jing Moye's fainting stopped the discussion.

Fortunately, there is Qin Zhijian in the palace and Hou Yehou in the palace, so the situation is still stable.

It's just that some of King Qin's troops have already entered the capital. If this continues, something may happen.

Qin Zhijian was extremely anxious, but he knew that the root cause of this matter lay with Feng Shuying, and he could not persuade her.

When he asked the kitchen to cook the medicine and brought it to the room, he found that Jing Moye was missing. He let out a long sigh, feeling helpless.

He went back to appease the ministers who came to the palace to discuss matters and asked them to go back first.

Jing Moye quickly rushed to the valley where Feng Shuying was. The location was cleverly chosen and it was a geomantic treasure.

Although the others came, they did not pass by. They only watched from a distance as Qiao Ling loaded Feng Shuying into the coffin and then buried her coffin in the soil.

The moment the first handful of earth was placed on the coffin lid, Jing Moye's heart ached.

The pain was ten or a hundred times more intense than the pain he felt when he was cursed before.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could hardly stand still while holding on to the tree pole.

The scene before him broke his last illusion and cut off his last hope.

Jing Moye didn't know how to describe his feeling at this time. If he had to find a word to describe it, it would be heartbreaking.

He sat there without passing over, but his red eyes stared in that direction.

After Qiao Ling and Qu Liangyu buried Feng Shuying and left, he stood in front of her grave and looked at the bulging earth bag.

Although he was still alive, his heart was buried in it.

It began to rain continuously, drenching him.

Qin Zhijian waited for a long time when he didn't come back, so he came over. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't bear it, so he just said: "Your Majesty, King Qin's troops will be here soon."

Jing Moye did not answer his words and only said: "Holding the sword, she is really dead. It was me who killed her."

Qin Zhijian said softly: "This matter was not the prince's intention, so please don't blame yourself."

Jing Moye looked at the grave bag and said, "I don't blame myself, I regret it, I hate myself."

Qin Zhijian sighed: "The deceased is gone, and there are still many things waiting for the prince to do."

Jing Moye closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "You're right, let's go!"

She didn't want to see him, and him forcing him to stay here only made her more disgusted. (End of chapter)