Zhuo Hua

Chapter 192
Zhuohua sighed quietly after reading it.

That period of history seemed to jump out of the paper and re-interpret it before her eyes.

The past is also like a passing cloud, the music is gone, and people are scattered, leaving only paper full of sorrow.

She got up, walked out of the bookstore slowly, looked up at the clear and cold bright moon hanging high in the sky, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess the result behind.

Every emperor is like the Qing Emperor, and no one wants to become that tragic victim.So when they searched for other methods to no avail, they killed the Taoist priests in anger, established laws, and pinned their hopes on the next emperor, and the cycle continued.

It's just that I don't know which emperor started to throw this history into a corner, let it fall into ashes, and never mention it again.

Zhuohua suddenly thought of the current empress who bears the name of the Qing Emperor's beloved back then.

What would she choose if she knew this method?
Will he be like the previous emperors, or...

Zhuo Hua hesitated a little, not knowing whether he should tell her or not.

However, it seems that I have to take a trip to the ghost world.

Compared with the daytime, the palace at night is more silent.Except for the palace guards, no one walked around in the palace anymore.Therefore, Zhuohua's figure seemed particularly abrupt in this atmosphere.

However, Her Majesty the Empress had given orders that she could move around the palace as she pleased, so the palace officials simply ignored her.

Zhuo Hua didn't just walk aimlessly, she was following the ghostly aura, trying to find the entrance to the ghost world.

Following this breath, Zhuo Hua went further and further away.After a while, no one could be seen.

She walked through the garden, through an unknown corridor, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard.

It is different from the houses I have seen before.It looks very out of place in this resplendent palace.Some of the paint on the vermilion gate has been peeled off, and it is slightly white.The buckle on the door was also worn and mottled.

Zhuo Hua paused in his steps, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The door slowly opened with a "squeak", and there was not a trace of candlelight in the courtyard. Under the moonlight, it looked gloomy.Maybe no one had taken care of it for a long time, and the yard was overgrown with weeds. A gust of wind blew through, and the doors of several rooms in the yard creaked.The cry of a wild cat that came from nowhere also sounded at the same time, which only made people's scalp numb.

This is simply a real version of the haunted house.

Zhuo Hua swallowed silently, if she went to the ghost world to see more ghost cultivators, she couldn't give up now.

Her feeling was correct, the strong ghostly aura appeared in this courtyard.But, where is the ghost cultivator?
She began to walk around the yard, hoping to find some clues.

It was eerily quiet here, and Zhuo Hua made a crunching sound with every step he took.

She carefully explored every corner and felt the distribution of the ghostly energy with her heart.

Logically speaking, the place with the strongest ghost energy should be the entrance to the ghost world.However, the ghost energy here was distributed very evenly, and every location gave people the same feeling, which made her a little helpless for a moment.

Just as she stood there thinking, she suddenly felt that the air behind her seemed to be getting colder, and there seemed to be gusts of cold wind.

Her heart trembled, and she turned around slowly. When she saw clearly what was behind her, she was suddenly shocked.

Zhuohua: ...

That “person”:…

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, their big eyes staring at each other, as if they were full of surprise at each other's appearance.

For a moment, there was a strange silence.

　one more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)