Zhang Jie planned to throw a celebration banquet to ease the tension within the team, while also sounding out Old Six. Everyone else had similar thoughts, so they sent someone to invite Big Brother.
A few who considered themselves somewhat pretty had already made their moves last night. They intended to sully Sixth Brother's eyes with their willow-and-reed grace, but all of them hit a wall. Now that it was time for business, none of them dared stick their heads out again.
In the end, seeing that Zhan Lan had exchanged a few words with Big Brother before, they forcibly assigned Zhan Lan to go.
Standing before the door, Zhan Lan looked back. Everyone behind her was raising their fists like the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan, silently shouting, "Go! Go! Go!" Zhan Lan turned back, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Knock, knock, knock.
"Big Black Brother, it's me, Zhan Lan."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the door creaked open.
Amid everyone's burning stares, Zhan Lan pushed open the door and walked in.
Then her pupils contracted.
Normal Reincarnators, in order to fight off the anxiety born from their struggle between life and death, would set their rooms to look like whatever they loved most, whatever made them feel safest.
Perhaps their old little room, perhaps a luxurious mansion. In any case, if they could have whatever they imagined, then they would imagine wildly. The room itself perfectly reflected its owner's inner world.
And there were the created humans.
The Main God gave everyone one free chance to create a human, and most people had not wasted it. Not to mention anyone else—even Zheng Zha, that Holy Mother, had created a Loli.
Creating Loli was already one of the better cases, since he had revived his beloved.