The streets of God Burying City had already grown lively, with couplets pasted outside every home.
Of course, Wang Ye's home had some too.
That guy had prepared them as well.
Wang Ye's scalp tingled as he watched. But once pot after pot of dumplings came out of the pot, their fragrance filling the air, the feeling of the New Year instantly arrived.
Wang Ye sat at the dining table in a daze, eating one dumpling after another.
Meanwhile, "Cleaner Wang Ye" and Xiao Si stood together by the wall, their eyes fixed on Wang Ye.
No matter how one looked at it, the scene felt both bizarre and strangely natural.
In the end.
Amid that silent stillness, Wang Ye finished his dumplings.
The moment he was done, "Cleaner Wang Ye" rushed over, gathered up the dishes on the table, and took them to the kitchen to wash. He seemed almost impatient.
Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly as he watched, before he finally turned and pushed the door open to leave.
This home...
For the time being, he had no intention of returning.
On the rooftop.
Watching the bustling God Burying City and feeling the somewhat chilly night breeze, Wang Ye's thoughts gradually drifted away.
This... was probably the last peaceful New Year he would ever have.
Before long, those people from the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain would begin awakening one after another. There would be constant wars even before the Fourth Awakening of Eternal Night arrived.
Decisive battles always began in silence.
And he would have to get busy as well. Wanting to spend another peaceful but bizarre New Year like today was unrealistic.
"The wind is rising."
Wang Ye looked at the pitch-black night sky and sighed softly.
After hesitating for a long while, Wang Ye