Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 282 Resurrection (add more)
"Okay! I believe you." Murong Yan got his own satisfactory answer, and his eyes moved to Qingcheng again.

He took out a small bell from his bosom. The bell was dark golden in color, with radiance surging on its surface, and looked like the size of a pigeon egg.

"Let's start!" Murong Yan put the bell in his palm, put his index finger in his mouth and bit it, the blood from the index finger dripped on the bell.

The bell began to shake and make a clear ringing sound. Although the sound was very clear, it carried a sense of fate.

It was like a cage of fate that bound the entire soul.

After the bell shook a few times, it suddenly flew out of Murong Yan's palm and stopped in mid-air.

"The next thing is up to you." Murong Yan looked at the bell that stopped in mid-air, paced to the side, and waited quietly for Jun Qingli to continue the following actions.

Jun Qingli looked at the small bell shaking in the air, closed his eyes, and recalled the ancient spell.

A string of mysterious and complex Sanskrit words came out of Jun Qingli's mouth, as if traveling through endless time and space, the bell rotated faster as the speed at which Jun Qingli recited Sanskrit words increased.

The bell turned faster and faster, and only an afterimage could be seen.

"There is cause and effect in the creation of heaven and earth. If you go against the sky, you will eat evil results. I would like to use my soul as a sacrifice to lure Mu Qingcheng's soul back and bear the evil consequences of changing my life against the sky. Summon Soul Bell, please lure Mu Qingcheng's soul back to her body! The three souls and seven spirits all returned to their bodies!"

There is only this kind of firm voice in the world, even if the soul is sacrificed, it can speak so without hesitation, so firm and without regret!

The frequency of the bell's rotation was so fast that the naked eye could no longer see it clearly. It flew to three feet above Qingcheng's head and circled around.

When the bell turned rapidly, a small cyclone was created, and Qingcheng's hair was swept up by the cyclone, flying randomly in the air.

The frequency of the Soul Summoning Bell's rotation has reached the maximum limit, and at the last moment, it directly burst into nine pieces, three big and six small.

At the same time, those eyes that had been closed for several days also opened suddenly.

Qingcheng took the nine shards of the bell and held them in the palm of her hand. She sat up, straightened her upper body, and looked at the shards of the bell in her hand. There was nothing but coldness and indifference in her eyes.

"Qingcheng!" Jun Qingli subconsciously called out when she saw Qingcheng woke up.

Qingcheng heard Jun Qingli's voice, raised her head slightly and glanced at him.

At that glance, apart from being cold, it was still cold, without any emotion.

"Jun Qingli? Murong Yan?" Qingcheng looked at the people in the room, and called out their names in an extremely cold tone.

Qingcheng's beautiful eyebrows are slightly frowned, she remembers everything in her memory, but after recalling everything, she has doubts about herself.

She actually had a relationship with Jun Qingli, and was willing to die for him.

Why does this matter feel so illusory when I think about it?
Qingcheng felt that the blood flow all over her body was very slow. She had spent seven days in the ice cellar, and if she was not frozen to death, she was about to be frostbitten.

Jun Qingli felt that something was wrong with Qingcheng, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It was as if seeing the original Qingcheng again, cold and ruthless, this time waking up was even colder and merciless than before.

Jun Qingli didn't dare to think deeply, he thought, Qingcheng must have just been resurrected, so it's normal that something is wrong.

Qingcheng got out of bed, walked slowly and moved her body.

(End of this chapter)