Chapter 707
"Yeah." Jiang Lian nodded.

After Qinghua obtained the will of the people, she mastered the illusion of the skeleton.

But she had her Dantian shattered by herself, so logically she should not have any spiritual power to control the phantom play diagram.

Unless... she is now being hung up by people from the Eternal Continent with something, which can also explain why the illusion is unstable at times.

"Qinghua's fantasy unfolds in Baode Village. Maybe we can find some clues."

"Okay, I'll send someone to Baode Village right now." Wei Chen said.

"By the way, I also sent people to the stronghold. I also saw A Niang in the illusion." Jiang Lian thought of Du Yiyun in the illusion and felt a little flustered for no reason.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

"..."

"Why don't you say anything? Did something happen to my mother?" Jiang Lian's temples were beating wildly. She glanced at everyone, but no one looked at her.

"Auntie she..."

Hearing this, Jiang Lian already understood what everyone meant.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little dazed.

Jiang Lian squeezed the bedrail tightly, resisting the pain of suffocation, and asked hoarsely, "Why is my mother gone?"

Jin Yinglan stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Lian's hand, with a look of distress on her face, "Jiang Lian, you are not in the right state now. Let's talk about it later. Your top priority is to have a good rest."

"It's okay, you guys said..." Jiang Lian took a deep breath.

Seeing this, everyone explained the circumstances of Du Yiyun's death to Jiang Lian.

"You said that before my mother died of illness, she saw a skeleton wearing a plain head? Was the skeleton's joints strung with threads?" Jiang Lian's lips twitched.

"The news from the stronghold said that the skeleton they saw was indeed strung together with threads, and there was a small skeleton next to it. It was also said that there was a painting shining on her. This was the aunt's description, but the elders and stewards did not feel any spiritual presence. Strength." Jin Yinglan frowned.

"..." Jiang Lian understood what Jin Yinglan meant. There was no spiritual power to explain that what Du Yiyun saw before he died was just an illusion of her own imagination.

But Jiang Lian had seen the illusion of skeletons, and the skull wearing a plain head was one of the paintings...

Grandma has never seen it, so how can she imagine this thing out of thin air? !
It turns out that when a person is really sad to the extreme, no tears fall.I can only suffer in silence, my heart is shattered, but I can't make any sound.

Jiang Lian was silent for a long time, "She shouldn't have reached out to my mother-in-law."

Why is Aniang so guilty that she should suffer unreasonable disasters in this war? !

No matter how many meritorious deeds Qinghua has done and how many people she has saved,

She, Jiang Lian, swore that she would not share this sworn hatred with Qinghua!
Jiang Lian's uncontrollable spiritual power leaked out, instantly making the room as cold as ice, and the porcelain bottles on the table instantly turned into powder.

Realizing that he had lost control, Jiang Lian suddenly restrained his inner emotions.

The ferocious terror before turned into calm in an instant... so fast that everyone thought it was an illusion. Has Jiang Lian's control of spiritual power reached such a terrifying level...

Wu Lian was frightened and couldn't help but move his feet.

"Where's Xiao Yu, is she okay?" Jiang Lian continued to ask.

Wei Chen nodded, "She is already undergoing treatment, but her broken silver wings will need some time to recover."

"That's good." A big stone fell from Jiang Lian's heart. She took out a storage bag and handed it to Wei Chen. "Give this storage bag to Xiaoyu. There are healing powders, pills, ointments, and some spiritual medicine in it." Mai can help restore the spiritual energy in her body."

What Jiang Lian didn't say was that there was a spiritual grass inside.

Jiang Lian turned to look at Qiu Shan and handed him the Immortal Binding Rope. "Put aside the matter of hysteria. Can you help me treat my eye? I know I can't save my left eye. Just dig it out. You can tie me up." Tie it up with celestial ropes so that if I get hysterical, it won’t affect your handling.”

In such a cold tone, it seemed as if he was just saying something ordinary.

(End of this chapter)

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