Chapter 739: Looking for the stone room

Han Fei took a deep look at the original body, turned and floated away, she had to think of a way.
After leaving, Han Fei wandered above the palace, tirelessly looking for the disappeared stone room. The only clue now is the weird black pool. Only by finding it again can there be a way.
But no matter how she rummaged through the palace, she couldn't find it.
Han Fei sat down on the rockery a little dejected, bowed her head in thought.
"What are you looking for?"
Han Fei looked up and was surprised to see Jin Ji floating over and questioning her in confusion.
Han Fei paused, and said unnaturally, "Nothing."
Jin Ji obviously didn't believe it anymore, her soaked huge body insisted on floating over, and she squeezed Han Fei on the rockery, her posture was a little funny.
Han Fei couldn't help but grinned and said, "How did you die?"
For Jin Ji, Han Fei still held kindness. Such a person who extended a helping hand when he became a ghost was more cute than the original.
Jin Ji said nonchalantly: "I forgot. I have been dead for a long time. It seems that the master threw into the well because of something wrong."
Han Fei stunned, it was such a miserable thing, why did Jin Ji speak so nonchalantly?
As if seeing the doubts written on Han Fei's face, Jin Ji smiled twice and said, "What are you so surprised for? I don't care anymore. Do you still care for me?"
"No, I just..."
"It's all like this when you become a ghost. It's hard to reincarnate when you die tragically like us, so we will gradually forget the memories of our lives when we exist in this world. I'm pretty good, and I can barely remember how I died. Some have been forgotten. When we have all forgotten, it means that we are going to disappear."
Jin Ji's tone of speech fell.
And Han Fei's heart was shocked.
"That's why we all speak desperately, hoping to tell all the things that happened during our lifetime, so that when we forget, our companions can remember. In this way, we can exist for one more day."
Han Fei's voice said with some difficulty: "We will... gradually forget?"
"Yes, until the end, I even forgot my own existence."
Han Fei brushed and stood up, her expression horrified, and said, "No, I can't forget!"
Jin Ji raised his head and said, "This can't be controlled, you have to learn to accept it."
"Do not!"
Han Fei clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were full of reluctance, "No! I won't agree! I can't forget!"
For her, the most important thing is this memory that has passed through a thousand years, she cannot lose it, not at all!
Jin Ji also stood up, and said with some pity: "It's useless, I know it's hard for you to accept this, but we can't help it, we can only accept it."
Han Fei pursed her lips and said, "Can you do me a favor?"
"what?"
"Help me find a place."
"Where?"
"A...mysterious place."
Soon, the enthusiastic Jin Ji immediately called all the ghosts she could call to gather together, and after hearing Han Fei's detailed description, they scattered all around looking for it.
Han Fei's heart was a little anxious, but she was still very grateful to this group of enthusiastic ghosts, and she was also actively searching for it.
As the matter unfolded, Han Fei faced a problem.
At some point, many mirrors were installed in every corner of the palace.
These mirrors were temporarily placed.
It is said that the confidant in the bedroom asked the emperor to install it.
When Han Fei heard the news, she immediately understood.
The original body was warning her.
Han Fei had promised to leave the palace, but she did not leave.
The ghost will appear in the mirror in the middle of the night. Once her figure is seen, the original body will hurt the baby.
Han Fei almost understood this at once. She was so angry that she almost couldn't restrain her intention to kill. Ever since she became a ghost, Han Fei found that she was more irritable than before.
Han Fei took a deep breath and barely calmed down.
The activities of ghosts during the day are restricted, and they are not free at night. Now that there are so many mirrors installed, ghosts are afraid to walk around at will. I am afraid that after being seen, the emperor will invite a heavenly master to bring them these lonely wild ghosts. They were all taken away.
The ghosts who were originally eager to help Han Fei found were reluctant to help. After all, when the crisis reached his own existence, Han Fei could also understand.
In the end, only Jin Ji insisted on helping her, oh, and the little eunuch.
The little is called Yuanbao, which is an auspicious name, but he is always silent and often ignored.
The three ghosts just started looking evasively. There were too many difficulties. After finding them, Han Fei was almost desperate and couldn't find it.
Sitting on the rock, Han Fei felt that her life seemed to be gloomy for the first time. She had never encountered such a difficult thing. She had never been afraid of every difficulty in the past, and she was not even afraid of facing the general system. Yes, but it's all based on being alive!
Now that he is dead, there is nothing left.
Han Fei's heart was full of bitterness, but she missed Qin Che especially.
If she really died, what would happen to Qin Che?
Will she be so gentle to a false her like Xiaobai?
Will Qin Che recognize the real her?
Han Fei didn't know, she didn't even dare to think about it, her eyes were a little moist.
"I know a place."
A voice sounded from behind.
Han Fei turned her head, but saw Yuan Bao appearing behind her at some point.
"what?"
"I know a place, a very magical place."
Han Fei gave a wry smile and said, "Yuan Bao, I want to be quiet by myself."
She thought that Yuan Bao was just trying to comfort her.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Bao floated over, stubbornly grabbing Han Fei's hand, trying to take her in a certain direction.
"I know a place, you come with me."
Han Fei had no choice but to drift away with the ingot.
They soon came to an empty house, but this house was very strange, with traces of people living in it, but it was not popular, and the entire small courtyard seemed a little out of tune with the palace.
"Little Yuanbao, who did you bring here?"
An old voice came from the house.
Han Fei looked over in surprise.
"Oh? Still a raw face, come in."
Yuan Bao dragged Han Fei into it.
There is very little furniture inside, only a table and chairs, and on the grandmaster's chair lies a gray-haired old man wearing a white robe.
"Huh? A soul? An air?"
The old man got out of the chair at once, staring at Han Fei with wide-eyed eyes.
Little Yuanbao stayed aside obediently, acting as a background board.
The old man looked around Han Fei over and over again, his eyes seemed to be examining a commodity.