She saw a figure walking towards her in the wind and snow, covered in blood, with people looking at them as if they had seen a ghost.
The originally bustling camp suddenly became silent, with only the sound of the raging wind and snow.
Her red lips parted slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and the figure in front of her gradually became clear...
She was confused.
A sea-blue, heroic-like blue siren floated behind the man, rising like a blue flame. He looked like he had just walked out of hell, walking amid everyone's shocked and disbelieving gazes.
The waves swept in, the boat broke apart, and the Siren King struck with hatred. It should have been impossible to survive in that situation.
But this person still came back.
The blue siren that could rival the monster appeared again in everyone's sight and became the only focus of their attention at this moment.
"He is indeed a miracle worker..."
Duoya, still wearing her plain white dress, muttered to herself as she walked out of the conference room.
"It looks like your memorial service has been ruined." Ying, who was repairing the barrier with resource stones on the city wall, looked like nothing had happened. Facing the angry eyes of the other soul hunters, he said, "Don't look at me like that. It was just a joke. You didn't even believe he could survive, so why are you blaming me for this joke?"
He shrugged, nonchalantly.
Some players who were originally eager to make a move also forced themselves to suppress their thoughts.
Even though Su Mingan looked very vulnerable now and there was no one around him, they did not dare to take action in public. Those admirers were not just for show.
This group of local fans of Su Lin can really do everything for the hero in their hearts. Their faith far exceeds that of fan clubs that simply gather together because of love, and they are willing to fight with all their strength to defend the hero at any time.
At this moment, almost all the NPCs present were Su Lin's loyal defenders, and no player dared to attack him at this time.
Players are his potential enemies.
NPC is his loyal comrade.
"——Welcome back."
The yellow-haired minister, Esk, walked out with his arms open, and seemed to want to give the hero Su Lin a big hug very naturally.
"Where is the Soul Hunter high-level meeting room?" Su Mingan walked right past him.
He has more important things to say now and doesn't have time to reminisce with these people one by one.
"So cold...over there." Esk pursed his lips and pointed to the temporarily renovated house next to him.
Su Mingan turned his head and looked.
At this time, the house was surrounded by white flowers.
Herbs representing mourning for the dead were hung outside the door, and on the door hung a large portrait of Su Lin in black and white.
The Soul Hunting Ministers, dressed in plain clothes and skirts with white cloth on their shoulders, were standing at the door, looking at him in a daze.
In their hands, they were holding bouquets of white flowers.
A strong wind suddenly blew, and a banner on the door was blown down and floated into his hands.
Su Mingan opened it and saw that the banner had white words on a black background.
[The hero Su Lin will be immortal].
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