The group was silent; Mulan’s obsession was originally this deep, and, after her body was interred and rotted, her stubborn and unyieldingness to be willing to age unexpectedly transformed into the appearance of her youth, which died stubbornly and desperately along with the vanishing of self during death. Washing hands and making soup, riding a horse and carrying an iron spear, was the exchange not more than simply life or death? Li Shiyi sighed, and, along with Song Shijiu, was the first to leave the tomb; Tu Laoyao picked up the newspapers and followed along after along with A Yin. The remainder was Mount Tai’s seat’s business. A Luo stood upright in the middle, gazing at the kneeling Mulian, heart beating with fear, and said quietly and softly, “You changed fate without authority, and are guilty of a cime; now, I need to search for and bring back Mulan; under the Shentu’s command, you’ve already calmly considered yourself; bring back Mulan’s hun spirit, and we can discuss punishmen