At this moment.
Jiang Azi interrupted Yan Jiu's recollection.
She pointed to the rooftop not far away.
Jiang Azi covered her mouth with one hand and whispered, "Did three figures suddenly appear out of thin air on that rooftop?"
Yan Jiu followed Jiang Azi's finger and looked in that direction.
The murderous intent in his eyes was chilling.
But that murderous aura vanished in an instant.
Yan Jiu rubbed his palms together: "Hmm, let's activate Plan B."
Jiang Azi nodded subconsciously.
Then, bewildered, he asked, "Wait, when did we get Plan B? And what is Plan B?!"
Yan Jiu smiled but remained silent.
Then.
This resulted in a situation where the troops were divided into two groups.
Upon hearing this...
Ma Weiwei: "..." Sorry, I really don't know where to begin complaining.
Jiang Azi looked in Yan Jiu's direction: "Ajiu, I couldn't save the old woman and those cats and dogs."
Yan Jiu glanced back at Jiang Azi, then looked at the old woman's spirit beside Jiang Azi.
The old woman broke free from her mundane shell.
The soul rests beneath the moonlight.
It turned into feathers of light that were crushed by the wind.
As is widely known.
After a person dies, they become a spirit.
Only a soul filled with obsession can become a white-robed spirit. Above the white-robed spirit is the red-robed spirit, and above the red-robed spirit is the blue-robed spirit.
Only by becoming a spirit consciousness can it exist.
Like Old Man Qi, a funeral wholesaler.
My unwavering desire is to see my spouse.
Like a little girl undergoing chemotherapy.
My deepest attachment is to my family.
Generally speaking, people who die unjustly will also have resentment, which is roughly equivalent to obsession, and can also make them retain their consciousness from their previous life.
But the old woman had no obsession.
There was no resentment.
Therefore, she was unconscious.
She could only be led by Jiang Azi.
Yan Jiu silently wished the old woman a safe journey before seeing her off.
Then he looked at Nagara, who was pretending to be unconscious.
Nagalu felt a jolt in her heart as she woke up; she finally understood the source of her grudge against Yan Jiu.
But she wouldn't regret it; if she regretted anything, it would be not getting rid of that old woman sooner.
Yan Jiu saw through Nagara's complete lack of remorse.
She grabbed Nagara's hair.
They dragged them back to the front of the inferno.
Nagalu's refinement and character prevented her from saying anything offensive to Yan Jiu.
She was dragged in a disheveled state to the front of the sea of fire.
All he could think about was how to kill Yan Jiu and the others.
The heavy rain had stopped sometime ago.
The mud and water on the ground could not extinguish the fire.
The flames spread.
It swept away the weeds and sunflowers.
Flowers and plants everywhere turned to ashes in the fire, their swirling forms in the air resembling phoenixes rising from the ashes.
Yan Jiu took out the sunflower from her pocket.
Sunflowers bloom from May to October.
This month happens to be the last month.
It seems to foreshadow that the season of withering flowers is the season of death.
Yan Jiu used a rainmaking spell to send the last sunflower into the sky, and soon, a cool autumn rain, enough to extinguish the sea of fire, fell.
It neutralized the lingering high temperature of the flames.
This marked the end of an era for this tragic land.
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