Yan Chiyu gave Bao Xinbao a look, and the latter understood his meaning, so he didn't say anything more.
Huo Zijin bowed. "Thank you."
He walked outside the main hall, his tall and elegant figure silhouetted against the night sky, with the falling embers of the curtain falling behind him.
"Aaaaaah, my god!"
"Look, everyone!"
A cacophony of voices erupted as everyone turned to look at the source of the light. They craned their necks, their eyes gleaming with shock, excitement, exhilaration, and a complex mix of emotions.
"My God, is it really the Wind God?"
"Could it be a projection? Projection technology is quite advanced these days."
"Sister, Fengshen is so handsome, I'm in love!"
The screams from outside the Wind God Temple came in waves, carrying with them the oppressive heat of summer.
Tao Yingzhi looked at the girl she had asked for help, "Wu Yue, please help me."
She gritted her teeth and said, "Help me repair the statue."
“Wait for the Wind God to come in, then you can discuss it yourselves. Restoring the statue requires Huo Zijing's cooperation. If he refuses, there's no point in thinking about it,” Wu Yue said calmly.
Why Huo Zijin took Tao Yingzhi's curse upon herself is a mystery. She... she really wants to hear the story.
The wind god appeared uninvited in the night sky.
Tourists in the square took out their cameras and phones to take pictures and record videos. However, they soon discovered that they couldn't record anything. The image of the wind god didn't appear on their phones.
As everyone asked questions in surprise and whispered among themselves, the Wind God bowed deeply. His figure, like ink spreading on rice paper, gradually dispersed outwards, merging with the night. His white robes billowed, staining the sky.
In another instant, fireworks shot into the sky, bursting into dazzling blooms, large clusters of them bursting into everyone's eyes.
Fireworks burst forth in full bloom, bringing joy to the hearts of ordinary people.
...
The sound of the statue cracking was like a thunderclap, and a white figure strolled in from outside.
"I've lived a long time, it's time for it to come to an end." Huo Zijin had a calm smile on her face, and the gentleness in her eyes was captivating.
Tao Yingzhi gritted her teeth and shouted insincerely, "Why do you all have to make decisions for me? You pretend to understand me so well, but have you ever really known me? Do you even know me? I don't need anyone, including you, Feng Shen. What curse? Isn't that mine? What are you suffering for? We're not even close!"
She questioned him in a trembling voice.
Huo Zijin was not angry; her face still held that gentle smile.
Looking at the furious girl, he calmly instructed her: "Be a good girl and listen to me. Accept any decisions I make."
"don't want!"
Tao Yingzhi gripped her skirt tightly, her body trembling slightly.
The man in white moved swiftly, instantly appearing in front of the girl. In a flash, he lightly touched her forehead with his index finger, and white light swirled around his fingertip, dancing in the air and radiating a holy aura.
Tao Yingzhi's pupils trembled.
She couldn't move—
Tears slid down her face, flowing into her slightly parted lips, bitter and salty.
Let me speak! Let me speak!
"Zhizhi." Huo Zijin slowly withdrew his hand, very slowly. His eyes traced and outlined the girl's features, then he suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, the candy is very sweet."
He turned his head to look at the location of the statue—there, cracks were forming one after another, and the statue was already unable to hold on, its shadow flickering as it swayed.
"Huo Zijin, Zheng Shaorong asked me to give you my regards," Bao Xinbao suddenly said.
"I understand." Huo Zijing nodded gently and smiled slightly. She turned and walked towards the shattering statue, and Bao Xinbao's voice rang out behind her again: "He's gone to be reincarnated."
Standing before the statue, Huo Zijing didn't turn around: "A curse. Zhizhi's birthday."
A gentle breeze sweeps across the city from Fengshen Square.
From then on, Wucheng was without Fengshen, and the world was without Huo Zijin.
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