"Is this really fate?"

In his heart, there was not much pleasure of his enemy dying, but only a faint feeling of sadness.

When everything is settled, only melancholy remains.

The dead have died forever and will never be resurrected.

"What is all this for?"

Mo Yun sighed and stood up with his hands holding the wall. He planned to bury the pair of miserable mandarin ducks together.

...

Yang Huayuan stood calmly.

He looked to the lower left corner of his field of view.

There is a clear line of text:

"Congratulations, Junior Investigator Yang Huayuan, your mission has been completed."

"Successfully killed Li Wuqing, preventing the blood sacrifice ceremony, you saved Maolin City."

“Task Reward…”

Withdrew his gaze, Yang Huayuan looked at the center of the yard. Mo Yun had already dug a pit and was following Wen Shuling to bury the bodies of Li Wuqing and Jiang Xunqing in it.

"Mo Yun, do you know why I wanted to kill him?"

Yang Huayuan suddenly asked.

"This..." Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, "Is it related to the mission?"

"Yes."

Yang Huayuan sighed, "Actually, Li Wuqing is a very special person, at the beginning..."

He suddenly stopped, and after a while, he said:

"You will understand later that we are actually very similar to him, and we are all people who are surrounded by fate."

"A man who is entangled by fate?"

Mo Yun didn't understand the meaning of the words, but he was also tactful and didn't ask.

In silence, he put his two bodies into the pit and held up the soil with both hands.
Chapter completed!