In the end, nothing was said.

She brought the flower closer and smelled it.

The faint fragrance of flowers seemed to take her back to her previous life, to her childhood when her master and senior brother were still there.

It's so beautiful.

Wait until Yan Jiu comes to his senses.

The old woman has left.

Only the flowers symbolize that the old lady has been here.

Yan Jiu pinned the flower in her pocket.

Close your eyes and feel the mystery here.

She will make the evildoers pay the same price.

Wait until Jiang Azi arrives.

Only then did Yan Jiu count the ants.

Even ants have their own lives, how can human lives be restrained by the shackles of malicious rules?

At this time.

Jiang Azi interrupted Yan Jiu's memories.

She pointed to the rooftop not far away.

Jiang Azi covered his mouth with one hand and whispered: "Did three figures appear out of thin air on the roof of that building?"

Yan Jiu looked along Jiang Azi's fingers.

The murderous intent in his eyes made people shudder.

But that murderous aura was fleeting.

Yan Jiu rubbed her palms: "Well, start plan B."

Jiang Azi nodded subconsciously.

Then he was confused: "Wait a minute, when did we have plan B? And what is plan B!?"

Yan Jiu smiled but said nothing.

Then.

There was a situation where the troops were divided into two groups.

Hear this.

Ma Weiwei: "..." Sorry, I really don't know where to complain.

Jiang Azi looked in the direction of Yanjiu: "Ajiu, I couldn't save the old lady and those kittens and puppies."

Yan Jiu looked back at Jiang Azi, and then looked at the soul of the old woman beside Jiang Azi.

The old woman broke free from her vulgar body.

The soul is under the moonlight.

Turned into feathers of light crushed by the wind.

As we all know.

After death, a person becomes a soul.

Only a soul full of obsession can become a white-clothed Yin spirit. Above the white-clothed Yin spirit is a red-clothed Yin spirit, and above the red-clothed Yin spirit is a green-clothed Yin spirit.

Only by becoming a Yin spirit consciousness can it exist.

Like Old Man Qi from the funeral wholesaler.

The obsession in my heart is to see my wife.

Like a little girl on chemotherapy.

The obsession in my heart is my family.

Generally speaking, people who die in vain will also have resentment. Resentment is equivalent to obsession, and it can also allow people to retain their consciousness before death.

But the old lady has no obsession.

No resentment either.

So she is unconscious.

He can only be led by Jiang Azi.

Yan Jiu said to the old woman silently in her heart - "Have a good journey" and then sent her away.

Then he looked at Nagara who was pretending to be dizzy.

Nagara, who had just woken up, felt her heart skip a beat. She finally knew where her feud with Yan Jiu lay.

But she won't regret it. If she does regret it, she regrets not being able to get rid of that old woman earlier.

Yan Jiu saw through Nagara's lack of remorse.

She pulled Nagara's hair.

Drag him all the way back to the sea of ​​fire.

Nagara's cultivation and quality made it impossible for her to say dirty words to Yan Jiu.

She was dragged to the sea of ​​fire in embarrassment.

All I could think about was how to let Yan Jiu and others die.

The heavy rain has stopped without knowing when.

Even the mud and water on the ground cannot quench the fire.

The flames spread.

Swept up weeds and sunflowers.

Flowers and grass all over the place turned into ashes in the fire, flying in the air like phoenixes in nirvana.

Yan Jiu took out the sunflower from her pocket.

The flowering season of sunflowers is from May to October.

This month happens to be the last month.

It seems to herald the flower fading season, which is the death season.

Yan Jiu used the rain-seeking technique to send the last sunflower into the sky, and soon, a cool autumn rain fell that was enough to extinguish the sea of ​​​​fire.

Neutralizes the lingering heat of the flame.

It brings an end to this sad land.
Chapter completed!