The dense forest at night is thick with mist, the miasma is overflowing in the dense forest, and there are no birds. However, at this time, there seems to be a song that lingers from the distance and lasts for a long time. In the claustrophobic and dim room, incense was lingering. A woman dressed in black was sitting on a futon in front of the altar. The black gauze covering her head covered her face. Under the dim light, only a pair of long and dense eyelashes swayed like butterfly wings. She silently recited a whisper like a magic spell, her eyelashes suddenly rose, and a pair of eyes as cold as sharp swords shot out a life-threatening cold light. On the altar stood the memorial plaque "Fu Chongxuan's Spiritual Tablet". Her crystal-cold eyes stopped in front of this spiritual tablet, and the coldness faded away, leaving a mist-like haze. She held a pipa in her arms, her fingers tinkling across the strings, Linlang's voice floated through the house to an unknown distance, and a drop of tears fell silently on the strings.