"Ah! What are these things? They are pulling our boat!"
"The ship is sinking!"
…
Ye Lan, who was in mid-air, looked back at the evil spirits that were desperately trying to get ashore, and the weak fireflies floating in the air. He finally sighed softly, relaxed the strength of his feet, and let his body fall straight down.
"ah!"
There were more exclamations from all around.
Pop.
Someone grabbed her arm in mid-air.
Ye Lan opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yunting's deep and cold pupils.
"What are you going to do?" He held her tightly and moved her forward a few inches to prevent the evil spirits rushing over from the sea from touching her.
Ye Lan raised his head and gave him a faint smile: "Have you heard the story of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sacrificing his life to suppress evil spirits?"
Hearing the sound, Xiao Yunting's pupils suddenly shrank, but he gripped her wrist even tighter.
Ye Lan felt like his hand was about to break. Feeling helpless, he could only explain to him, "The Xuantian Thunder injured these ghosts. If they can't be reincarnated, they will become my sinful debt."
So, she had to do it.
Finally, she reached out and pried Xiao Yunting's hands apart little by little.
The white glove slipped off his palm and could no longer hold Ye Lan.
Xiao Yunting could only watch the girl fall into the deep sea filled with evil spirits.
He asked her if she liked being a savior.
Ye Lan didn't answer.
Because being a savior is not a question of whether you like it or not, but a question of having to be one.
When a mortal's flesh and blood body entered the sea filled with resentful energy, hundreds of thousands of evil spirits immediately rushed over to try to get a piece of the pie.
Ye Lan's thin figure was suddenly submerged.
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