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The wind on the ruins is very cold.

But Lin Qiu and Wang Hu couldn't feel the cold.

They were held in the arms of the golden corpse. The body was rough and hard, without any warmth of a living person.But for some reason, they felt an unprecedented peace, like a lonely boat that had been drifting for half a life and finally sailed into a sheltered harbor.

Lin Qiu shed tears for a long, long time.

She remembered many things.

Thinking of Chen Mo giving her the chance to survive in the Valley of Fantasy Mist, but he jumped into the lava crack.

I remembered that in the ghost market, in order to save her, Chen Mo's sword was stained with blood and filled with evil spirits.

Thinking of Chen Mo on death row in the Law Enforcement Hall, in order to protect them, in the face of that terrifying will, he was like an ant with a mantis arm as a cart, but still refused to bow his head.

But now, he turned into a golden corpse and stood in front of them.

"Chen...Senior Brother Chen Mo..." Lin Qiu choked, her voice hoarse, as if squeezed out from a broken throat, "Is it you?"

The golden corpse didn't answer.

It just held them quietly, looking at the endless scorched earth in the distance with its amber eyes.

It doesn't know if it is Chen Mo.

All it knew was that when it saw these two people, the sour taste in its heart was very, very strong.

A suppressed whimper came from Wang Hu's throat.This man, who had always been carefree and fearless, was now like a child, burying his head on the golden corpse's hard shoulders, and his shoulders were shaking violently.

He didn't ask "Who are you?"

Because in that moment, he felt it.

I felt that familiar, although cold but definitely unfamiliar... breath.

After a long time, the golden corpse let go of its arms.

It looked at Lin Qiu and Wang Hu, at their withered bodies, and at the rekindled radiance of humanity in their eye sockets.

It raised its hand and pointed at a ruins not far away.There, where the outer disciples once lived, there is now only a pile of charred wood and stones.

Then, it took steps.

One step, two steps, three steps.

It walked toward the ruins, its steps stiff but determined.

Lin Qiu and Wang Hu looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.They wiped away their tears, struggled to their feet, and followed.

The golden corpse walked to the ruins and stopped.

It stretched out its hand made of gravel and moved away the largest piece of charred wood.

Under the charred wood, there were some burnt and unrecognizable things.

The golden corpse did not stop, it continued to move, one piece, two pieces, three pieces...

Its movements are slow and clumsy, but powerful.Those heavy broken walls were easily removed in its hands like toy building blocks.

Lin Qiu and Wang Hu also joined in.

Although their bodies are weak, and although they have become inhuman and ghostly, they still have hands and consciousness.

Three people, no, two people and a corpse, began to carry out a seemingly meaningless task in this dead ruins - cleaning up.

No words, no communication.

There was only the sound of moving rocks and heavy breathing.

The setting sun dyed the scorched earth a miserable blood red.

The golden corpse finally stopped.

It cleared a small, relatively flat space among the ruins.

Then, it walked towards the scorched earth not far away, and dug out some black charcoal that had not been completely burned.

It piled the charcoal in the open space.

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