The sound of "Qing Qing" made Mo Qing feel a little dazed.

Jiang Ke had never called her that.

Mo Qing's hands froze for a moment.

Looking at Jiang Ke who was still awake, Mo Qing slowly took his hand back for some reason.

"Look."

Jiang Ke said slowly.

look?

There were countless tombstones on this hillside. Mo Qing flicked his wrist, and the flashlight fell on the nearest tombstone, and then he was stunned.

[The tomb of Zhang Chengyun, squad leader of the third company of the Second Army Independent Regiment].

This is……

A tomb built specifically for that regiment?

Mo Qing moved the flashlight and quickly browsed the tombstones. There were words on each tombstone, recording their company, name, place of birth, date of birth and death...

Mo Qing asked hoarsely: "Did you do it?"

Jiang Ke couldn't hear it.

Jiang Ke walked to a monument, slowly squatted down, and looked at the monument in front of him.

That was the leader of the independent group.

He said:

"Jing Shi remembered everyone. Later, he went to investigate their origins and lives."

"This country remembers every soldier who shed blood for it."

"Qingqing, don't have any regrets."

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The bell rang again.

The cemetery is huge, but there is no sense of splendor at all.

Mo Qing looked at the figure of "Jiang Ke", and in a daze, he seemed to see Jiang Yan squatting in front of the tomb many years ago.

Mo Qing walked forward slowly and came to "Jiang Ke".

Suddenly, Mo Qing took the silver needle and stuck it behind "Jiang Ke"'s ears.

The wind howled.

The bell rings randomly.

"Jiang Yan..." Mo Qing's voice was torn in the wind, "Are you Jiang Yan?"

As if hearing Mo Qing's voice, "Jiang Ke" suddenly raised his head.

The light of the flashlight fell at his feet, and the hazy halo reflected his handsome features. There was more tenderness and smile in his originally dull eyes.

He reached out his hand and touched her cheek.

He said softly: "Qingqing, wait for me."

Mo Qing froze.

The blood all over the body seemed to rush in all directions at that moment.

Mo Qing's breathing was a little heavy: "Do you really want to come back?"

"Jiang Ke" seemed to understand and asked, "Aren't you happy?"

Mo Qing fell silent for a moment.

The bell was still ringing, without any reason and with great enthusiasm.

Mo Qing looked at the person in front of him, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight bridge of nose, and sharp face lines. It was still the same face, and his eyes were so familiar, as if he was hiding everything.

Yes, even just one look...

It is enough to distinguish Jiang Ke and Jiang Yan.

Suddenly, Mo Qing asked: "Will Jiang Ke disappear after you come back?"

"Jiang Ke" didn't answer her.

Soon, those clear and familiar eyes gradually returned to calmness, and their eyes became relaxed.

Mo Qing reached out to grab his shoulder: "Just tell me."

However, "Jiang Ke" no longer responded.

It seemed as if everything that had just happened was Mo Qing's hallucination.

Can--

Is it really her hallucination?

The hand that grabbed "Jiang Ke's" shoulder paused, Mo Qing closed his eyes, and then slapped Jiang Ke on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious first, and then quickly injected himself with a few needles.

She stuck the last needle in her thigh and did not pull it out.

The severe pain made Mo Qing take a breath.

She lowered her head and saw Jiang Ke lying on the ground. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or not.

But she knew what she had to do.

She looked around in the cemetery, followed the direction of the ringing, and stumbled over.

In the center of the cemetery, Mo Qing saw the string of bells.

The bell was hung under a locust tree, and strung together with it were several fragments of Nine Clouds.

The wind stopped.

But the bell is still ringing.

Mo Qing's head was buzzing from the noise. She frowned and looked at the bell, which was at least five meters high from the ground. She stood up and jumped, stepped on the trunk of the tree, and jumped again.

She reached out and grabbed the bunch of bells.

Then he pulled hard.

The moment she fell, the bell was successfully pulled off.

However, the bell is still ringing.

Mo Qing used his flashlight to carefully shine on the string of bells. The bells were made of silver wires, like a string of wind chimes.

Except for the Jiuyun fragment, there are three bells in total. They are not big, and their shape is no different from ordinary silver bells. They are exquisitely round and have hollow patterns on the outside.

However, the color is light blue.

The material looks like some kind of metal.

She grabbed a bell and put a cushion in her hand - she could barely feel the weight.

What the hell?

Is she really hallucinating?

Is the pain in her leg fake too?

Mo Qing cursed in his heart, grabbed the bells, and slapped them directly on the tree trunk. Not only were the bells not damaged at all, but the ringing was still ringing, and the skin on Mo Qing's palms was also broken.

At this moment——

The blood seeping out of the palm was quickly absorbed by the bell, which emitted a faint blue light.

The originally harsh and chaotic ringing stopped immediately.

?

What's going on?

At this scene, even the well-informed Mo Qing was stunned for no reason.

——It is somewhat similar to her acupuncture needle and scalpel.

——What is the material of this bell made of?

…

Mo Qing hurried back to find Jiang Ke.

At this time, Jiang Ke was actually awake.

He was not afraid of being in a cemetery, sitting on the ground with the tombstone behind him.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyes.

"Did you carry me up?" Jiang Ke put his hand on the back of his neck, kneading it gently and frowning, "Why does my neck hurt so much? Did you hit my head against a tree?"
To be continued...