Hu Huo tapped the headset, and the clicking sound and the sound of voices reached Wang Jin's ears.

"Are you serious?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Hu Huo.

The latter responded to Wang Jin with actions.

She took off her high heels and swayed gently on her feet wrapped in black stockings.

Then he raised his leg and kicked it.

Wang Jin slid down from the air with a long sound, followed closely by three foxes.

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Qingqiu has only one entrance.

Similar to Mingyue Community, they are all ghost story scenes in fixed locations.

There are no twisted monsters or terrifying murderous intentions here.

On the contrary, the scenery is picturesque and the breeze is blowing.

"Huh...what a great place."

Wang Jin took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh.

During this time, he was either swimming around in the underground river or swimming in the pool, and he never went to any good places at all.

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Qingqiu really gave him a big impact.

In Wang Jin's many years of experience, this can definitely be regarded as the most beautiful ghost story scene.

Qingqiu seems to be at night all year round.

There were no lanterns or electric lights.

There is only light shining down from above the head all the time.

This is the moon that belongs exclusively to Qingqiu.

It's just that the moon now...seems to be injured.

A small half of it was missing, and silver blood was flowing all the time.

Wang Jin withdrew his gaze and looked at the tall and strong trees.

A bit like a willow tree, only denser.

The whole tree shimmered with light fluorescence, and the branches were even brighter with stars.

It is a tassel-like, glowing leaf.

call--

The north wind blows.

It's not cold, but it can send fluorescence to all parts of Qingqiu.

There are earthen xuns on the ground, and when the breeze blows, they will sound a desolate tune.

Poetic and picturesque, like a dream.

Of course, this is not all Qingqiu has to offer.

Wang Jin turned his attention to the two rows of iron trees not far away.

The iron trees here are not potted plants that bloom once every ten years, but real iron trees.

There are no leaves and no extra branches.

Each tree trunk shone with metallic luster, giving off a cool light under the moonlight.

Like a spear pointing angrily at the sky.

And these spears were pierced with figures one after another.

It was too far away and Wang Jin couldn't see clearly what it was.

But just from the fact that they are still struggling, it is not difficult to guess that these are the hostile immortal families in Qingqiu.

"Those trees are called Wannian Chou."

Hu Huo gently took Hu Ling's hand and gave Wang Jin the little fox with red eyes.

Then he slowly walked towards the iron trees.

"Being hung on it represents the end of life and eternal loneliness."

"After death, some Huxians will reshape their bodies after thousands of years of sorrow and become another person with different memories and identities."

"It's a bit like reincarnation."

Hu Huo gently patted Hu Ling.

Hu Xiaobei seemed to realize something. She broke away from Wang Jin's hand and ran towards Wannianchou, which she had been avoiding.

"When we were young, we were all afraid of those trees. After all, such things were far, far away from us."

"Later, we would occasionally go there to sit, drink and chat."

"Perhaps Ten Thousand Years of Sorrow corresponds to the death of you humans...or something like a cemetery."

"…Um."

Wang Jin nodded, his eyes full of shock.

He has thought about how the immortal family defines death more than once.

I just didn't expect it to be this way.

No matter what position you have been in, you will eventually fall into the arms of eternal sorrow.

Life dies here and sprouts here.

This kind of death is somehow poetic and romantic.

But it is as cruel as human death.

Unknowingly, Wang Jin had reached the foot of those iron trees.

He saw Hu Xiaobei kneeling under one of the iron trees, looking at the confused fox.

Hu Ling gently hugged her shoulders, with deep sadness in his eyes.

Judging from the long sword and wine flask placed aside, they were the white fox who failed to respond to Hu Xiaobei and was also Hu Ling's father.

This time passed so quickly that they didn't even have time to cry.

"Leave it to me here."

Hu Huo was also choked up, but she still behaved quite reliably.
Chapter completed!