The walking stick and umbrella were placed aside.

The magician moved with light steps and steady gait.

It's hard to imagine that he was also carrying a large sack on his shoulder.

The sack, about 1.8 meters long, was bowed in a V-shape and placed over the magician's shoulder.

The magician stomped to the center of the rose garden, where the crimson flowers bloomed like a dream, their beauty as enchanting as a flower.

The burlap sacks were carelessly thrown on the ground.

He took off his hat, pulled a hoe out of it, and began to swing it.

"I have a dream."

"When I grow up, I will be able to plant roses."

"Plant a seed, and you'll have a rose garden."

"Many, many flowers will bloom."

"One flower is for the regimental commander."

"One for you, for..."

The voice gradually lowered, turning into soft panting.

After digging the pit, the magician untied the sack, and the mysterious item inside was finally revealed.

It was a long, dark, charred object.

No, it appears to be a piece of charred, dead wood with four forks.

The magician solemnly placed the dead wood into the pit, and Bo Zijin's breathing instantly became heavy.

"It's Du Ruoyuan." The voice was cold.

"What?" they exclaimed in unison.

"His face is long and narrow with a slightly protruding forehead; I can't be wrong."

Who is this person? Is he trying to kindly bury Du Ruoyuan?

"A flower hangs there, hanging in the sky."

"A flower hangs on... hangs on..."

The singing voice was drowned out by the sound of earth being filled in, making it impossible to hear clearly.

With the last mound of yellow earth covering him, Du Ruoyuan vanished.

The magician didn't stop; he pulled another wine glass from his hat.

The dark red liquid in the glass sloshed and shimmered with an alluring luster.

The magician took a sip, his expression one of rapture, and then collapsed onto the ground.

The three of them felt a chill run down their spines, because the loose soil began to shift, as if something was about to break through the earth.

Is Du Ruoyuan going to be resurrected or turn into a zombie?

Do we have to play another round of Resident Evil?

No.

Neither.

It is a tender green bud, which emerges lightly and grows up in an instant, just like Nezha.

Budding, blooming.

Finally, one flower bloomed—a rose.

One rose for each person.

This garden...

How many people?

Yuan Qingli thought of the roses she had taken from Lu Xingyun, thankfully she hadn't stuffed them into her mouth like the sword immortal.

Otherwise, she would feel nauseous and want to vomit right now.

Bo Zijin pondered, "That man Jin Wuwu advised us to stay away from..."

It's so close.

Is it too late for them to escape now?

He was about to turn around and whisper to Lu Xingyun when he caught a glimpse of Yuan Qingli, who was wearing his coat and striding past him with an imposing air.

He strode forward, heading straight for the fence of the rose garden.

Bo Zijing's pupils contracted slightly. What was she going to do?!

Hearing footsteps, the magician slowly turned around, a gentle and tender smile spreading across her beautiful face.

"Hmm? I thought it was some kitten, but it turns out to be a beautiful lady." Unlike his eerie singing tone, his speaking tone was cool and soft, making people feel dazed.

"Hello, Mr. Magician."

Yuan Qingli seemed not to have noticed his previous actions; she smiled and spoke in a gentle and polite voice.

"Your rose garden is so beautiful. Could you give me a few roses? I'd like to put them in a vase by my bedside. That way, I'm sure I'll have sweet dreams."

Lu Xingyun and Bo Zijin exchanged a glance, both reading the same message from each other's eyes.

—This girl is ruthless.

She knew perfectly well that every rose was grown by people.

Whether you're a player, a tourist, or a staff member, you're still a person, not a living being. Don't you feel uncomfortable about it...?

Furthermore, magicians are so dangerous!

Why did she take the initiative to approach someone and ask for flowers?

Could it be!

Lu Xingyun suddenly realized. The Orange Clown had said, "The rose is important, but it cannot be picked."

It is important, but it cannot be removed.

So, if you want to get a rose.

They might try to take a shortcut and play a word game.

If you can't pick them, then cut them with scissors, chop them with a kitchen knife, or even step on them...

However, these are just thoughts.

The clown's reminder leans towards another level.

This means they can only rely on the owner of the rose garden to give them the flowers.

But will the magician agree?