Chapter 445: Chapter 445: They Each Thought the Other Did It
At this moment.
Guoguo let out a short gasp of surprise.
Feng Fuce turned to look at him.
Two Xiu Luo Envoys had grabbed Guoguo’s arms.
If not, Guoguo would have almost slipped into the dug pit.
Feng Fuce furrowed his brow: "Can’t even stand after running?"
After Guoguo steadied himself, he shook off the help of the two Xiu Luo Envoys.
He retorted defiantly: "I was standing just fine, a gust of wind blew into my eyes, and I almost fell."
Feng Fuce ignored him.
Turning his gaze to Bai Zhi’er again, the little one had already stood up.
Bai Zhi’er had given her blessings to the wrongly deceased Feng Fu.
With the help of the Xiu Luo Envoys, everyone buried Feng Fu’s remains next to her husband’s grave.
Those gold and silver jewelry and other burial items were also placed to rest underground with Feng Fu.
After the soil was filled, under Bai Zhi’er’s request, Feng Fuce personally carved a grave marker for Feng Fu.
The young man, though unwilling, with his cold, slender eyes, wrote of displeasure.
But he obediently complied.
Bai Zhi’er stood beside him, watching Feng Fuce carve the words on the tombstone with a dagger.
She blinked her bright, watery eyes: "Brother Fu Ce, do you think Feng Fu will enter reincarnation?"
Feng Fuce’s voice was cold: "Just because I personally made her a tombstone, if she still can’t enter reincarnation, I should go to hell and cause trouble for those people."
Bai Zhi’er widened her watery eyes.
Brother Ce is too arrogant and fierce!
He actually wants to stir up trouble in hell.
The little one murmured: "But going to hell means dying, Brother Ce, you should just live well."
Feng Fuce glanced sideways at her.
The little rascal surely doesn’t understand what he means.
Once the tombstone was carved, the Xiu Luo Envoys also picked wild fruits from nearby.
They placed them in front of the grave, as a simple offering.
The wind rose in the forest, softly blowing the locks of hair over Bai Zhi’er’s forehead.
She stood with Feng Fuce in front of Feng Fu’s tombstone.
The little one’s voice was soft and sweet: "I know you’ve suffered a lot, but this life is over. Those who harmed you, some died tragically, some lost their families."
"You should let go now~" Bai Zhi’er finished speaking, tiptoeing to gently touch the tombstone.
Guoguo chuckled beside, muttering: "A person who’s been dead for so long, it’s like she can hear what you’re saying."
Feng Fuce tightened his thin lips, not responding.
For his cold eyes were fixed on the pale woman standing behind the grave—
Feng Fu.
Her soul had broken free from the Array’s constraints, drifting freely.
Now, her soul emitted a faint white glow, with neither resentment nor hatred on her face.
Feng Fu bowed gently towards Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er, lowering her head deeply.
She was expressing her gratitude.
Feng Fuce narrowed his eyes.
He turned his head to look at the little one beside him.
Why did he feel Feng Fu was thanking Bai Zhi’er?
At the same time, Bai Zhi’er was silently pondering in her heart—
Why does it seem like Feng Fu is looking at Brother Fu Ce?
The little one stole a glance at Feng Fuce.
She recalled seeing a fleeting shadow of dark red in Feng Fuce’s eyes in the tomb earlier.
Could it be that Feng Fu is thanking Brother Fu Ce for his help?
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "What are you looking at me for?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her innocent big eyes, her soft voice: "Because Brother Fu Ce looks good!"
As Feng Fu’s figure gradually faded into the air.
Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce still held doubts about each other in their hearts.