Hua Changle and Qiao Song exchanged a glance.
They knew that it wasn't that Yan Guanshan didn't want to stay, but rather that his time was truly running out.
Yan Wu could not hide his disappointment, but he said nothing. He simply knelt down and bowed deeply in solemn respect.
Yan Guanshan closed his eyes, a red light flashed, the red color of his hair faded, and when he opened his eyes again, it was Hua Xiange.
Yan Wu's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto Yan Huaizhi.
Perhaps this night will be a sleepless one for the townspeople and for everyone.
That evening, the three major regions simultaneously released the scaled-down footage. The internet erupted in uproar.
Those who apologized to the townspeople, those who spontaneously organized commemorations of the devastation in Chaohai City and Yanguan Mountain, and those who jumped up to denounce the authorities for their cold-blooded abandonment of the city...
Regardless, the town of Huaixiangye and its people have truly stepped into this world.
That night, something important also happened.
Several respected elders in the town, Mayor Yan Wu, and Yan Huaizhi, the candidate for the role of the god, found Hua Xiange.
They asked him to play the role of the God of War Yan Guanshan at the God of War celebration tomorrow.
After pondering for a while, Hua Xiange resolutely accepted this important task.
A restored gold-patterned spear was handed to him.
Hua Xiange stroked her spear, sat on the bed, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Hua Changle didn't disturb him and went outside to find a place to sit down.
"Rabbit, Yanguan Mountain..."
He was about to collapse. When he left today, his yin energy clearly began to dissipate.
Hua Changle's eyes trembled slightly: "What... will happen to him?"
422 sighed: [His soul has been scattered and he can never be reborn.]
Hua Changle pursed her lips and covered her eyes with her hand.
She felt a little unwell.
There's a kind of discomfort that wells up from the bottom of your heart and penetrates your very soul.
422 remained silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke:
I cannot send him into reincarnation, but perhaps I can leave a wisp of his soul in this world.
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I don't like knives, I'm just pretty good with them.
I'm still soft-hearted, so I didn't let Yan die completely~
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