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The torrential rain continued for three days and three nights.

After Long Qian had recovered, she left the wooden house.

Walking out of the wooden house, he took a look around and realized that this was originally a steep mountain range. Behind the cabin was the high mountain rock. She carefully examined the surroundings and only found a path to the top of the mountain.

The path was very bumpy. Along the way, weeds were growing everywhere, piercing through her calves and the surface of her feet. However, she still didn't retreat, clenching her teeth and persevering.

The seventh day would bring food to him on designated spots every day. According to Long Qian's analysis, the seventh day wouldn't be too far away from him. Perhaps it was the place where the 8th level was buried. She must find them.

They continued all the way until dusk before arriving at the mountainside. As he walked around the mountain, he suddenly saw something else in front of his eyes. There was actually a cave, and outside the cave, there was actually a rope. It was probably used to dry clothes.

There must be someone living here.

Long Qian held his breath and walked towards the cave. However, before she could reach the front of the cave, her gaze was attracted by a bulge on the side of the cliff.

The protrusion was not made of rock, but mud!

Where did the dirt come from on this mountainside? Unless... Someone had transported the mud here. If Long Qian wasn't mistaken, the protrusion in front of him was the place where the original eight souls were buried.

Because on the ground, there were a few fresh fruits and wild flowers. The fruit was very fresh. One could tell that it had just been picked. The color of the flowers was also very beautiful and coquettish. It was very similar to the red face of the eighth year.

"8th grade." Long Qian choked with sobs as she knelt down in front of the grave.

Unexpectedly, they were separated by Yin and Yang. In her mind, she recalled the times when she was together with the eighth level student. Fate has always been unfair. The eighth day of the new year was so beautiful and innocent that she had never experienced the beauty of the human world. She left just like that, leaving them with deep regrets.

Long Qian wiped away his tears and walked into the cave. He didn't know whether or not Seventh Year was inside.

Had the seventh day been lived here all these years?

Was he the one that always accompanied him to the eighth level!?

Long Qian's heart ached with pity. One had to know that this was not a place where humans could live.

The cave was extremely simple and crude, even more so than the wooden house she lived in. At the very least, there was a wooden bed built inside the wooden house, and all that was left was some straw and dried up leaves.

When she saw some of the men's clothes on the stone, Long Qian's tears fell again. It was on the seventh day, and she had seen him wear it.

The seventh day indeed lived here.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.

Long Qian turned his head. When their eyes met, one of them still looked young, but his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life. Seventh day!

"Seventh day!" It's really you. " Long Qian's face was filled with surprise.

On the seventh day, not a trace of emotion could be seen on his face. However, his eyes were as cold as the abyss. No one dared to look him in the eye.

"I can't believe it. Seventh day, it really is you." Long Qian walked over, wanting to take his hand.

"The seventh day silently avoided it, his tone was as cold as if he was facing a stranger." Who told you to come? "

"Seventh day, I …"

"Don't you know how annoying you are? Hurry up and go, I don't want to see you in eighth grade! " On the seventh day of the new year, he coldly reprimanded her.

Long Qian's body trembled, "Seventh day, tell me, what happened? What happened to the eighth day? What happened to her? "

The seventh day did not say anything and just stuffed the bag in his hand. He strode into the cave and said, "You can go, we don't want to see you."

Long Qian knew that he was trying to escape.

The thing that had been pressed into her palm was still warm. She knew that this was food for her on the seventh day of the new year. Warmth welled up in her heart, but how could she just watch as the seventh day suffered?

She turned around and chased after him, "Seventh day, tell me, what happened after that? "8th year, she …"

Seventh Day stopped and turned around in anger. His eyes were bloodshot as he coldly stared at her.

Long Qian's cold gaze scared the hell out of him. She shook her head, "Tell me, on the seventh day, on the eighth day, she … Is it... Left? "

On the seventh day, a trace of grief suddenly emerged on his face. He tried his best to restrain himself. It was as if blood were about to spurt out from Yin Hong's eyes.

Long Qian's eyes were wide open as she stared at him.

Finally, on the seventh day, his face gradually recovered its calmness. However, his tone was still cold, and his attitude still kept people at a distance. He turned around and said coldly, "Miss Long, you may leave. It was you who caused her death. Now that you have appeared, even her spirit in heaven will not be at peace! "

With the seventh day gone, Long Qian had no choice but to bow in front of the eighth grave. Following the previous direction, they descended the mountain and returned to the wooden house.

When she opened the door, she saw that Seventh Day was already inside.

"Seventh day." She called out.

Seventh day, I turned my head and my eyes drooped a little, "Miss Long, if there's nothing else in the future, it's best if we don't go up the mountain. The 8th … I don't want to see you. "

"…" Long Qian was stunned. She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Then, can you tell me what happened in the 8th year?"

"Is there a need to ask? Even if you did, what use would it be? Will it help to kill your enemy in the eighth grade, or will it revive her? "

"…" Long Qian was at a loss for words.

That's right! A dead person could not be revived, so no matter how many questions she asked, what was the point? Just to comfort his restless soul? But, ah, the eighth year, such a beautiful girl, yet she died in such a unclear way. No one felt that it was unfair!

"Seventh day, do you think that Ye Han caused the eighth day's death?" Long Qian asked.

"Otherwise?" Seventh day suddenly raised his head and looked at her with certainty.

"Actually …" Long Qian wanted to explain something, but was coldly interrupted by Junior Seventh.

"Miss Long, please do not explain any further. I only believe what I see myself. In these few days, you will stay here and don't go anywhere else. I will send you food every day. Also, your son has been captured by them, so I will think of a way to notify Second Young Master Mo. It was a very secluded and relatively safe place. I will let you reunite here! "

Let her, with her son, her husband, be reunited here. Here, they would go to the underworld together!