Ji Lin urged him on. Perhaps the darkness in her heart would consume her the next moment, but at this moment, she wished to die as a human.
"Do you need a eulogy?"
Zhao Bai raised his katana high and asked in passing. When he saw Ji Lin nod slightly, the raised blade immediately traced a perfect arc through the air. With one swift stroke, the resentment vanished without a trace, and the world before Zhao Bai's eyes gradually became real again.
The girl had long since ceased to exist.
There was only a dark yellow skeleton here, its skull lowered, adorned with golden ornaments and clad in a dark yellow robe.
She had always been waiting.
By the time salvation arrived, the girl's life had already withered away like a dying flower.
"I knew it."
Zhao Bai muttered to himself, neither crying nor laughing. "Who gets trapped in the same place for thousands of years and still has thighs this pale and full?"
"Write a eulogy, write a eulogy, write a eulogy."
Zhao Bai had originally wanted to quote a line from the Bible to conclude Ji Lin's life of endless waiting, but reality was not like that. His ancestor might have been born before the Common Era; Jesus had not even been born then. What right did a mere Bible have to write a eulogy for his ancestor?
Compared to the Bible, Zhao Bai chose the Book of Songs.
Zhao Bai drew upon the stone wall, carving the oldest eulogy, "Tang Feng - Ge Sheng" from the Book of Songs, into it. Though it mourned a deceased wife, there was nothing else suitable. He would treat it as something left behind for the Lianshan Clan. Zhao Bai had been deeply impressed by that crazy priest who used a