YES...NO!

Just as Song Shuhang felt like a thousand galloping horses were galloping through his mind, he heard Tubo's voice behind him. "Shuhang, look! There are words on the metal door!"

Song Shuhang turned his head and glanced at it, and saw a layer of light screen appear on the original carved metal door.

A string of strange characters appeared on the light screen.

The script was not Chinese, nor English, nor German, nor Russian, nor did it belong to any of the world's mainstream writing systems. Yet, strangely enough, everyone present could understand the meaning expressed in the script.

Do you miss home? Do you long to Bai family? Do you yearn to return to the home you've been dreaming of day and night? Wandering traveler, choose—Yes (YES)... No (NO)

Choose, choose! These three words echoed in everyone's minds as if possessed by a magic spell.

Everyone exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked at Song Shuhang.

Having witnessed Song Shuhang single-handedly slay two great eagles, the first person the passengers thought of when faced with this bizarre scene was Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang frowned, then guessed, "Could this be a way to open the door? Or... is this a way to leave this island?"

The most likely option appearing on the gate is to open it. But the tone of the text suggests that it implies sending someone back to their hometown.

Tubo suggested, "How about we try pressing 'Yes'? If the door opens, we can enter the Ancient City."

"Wait, Tubo. What if this is how we leave the island? Where will we end up after we leave? And how will we leave? Will a passage suddenly open up beneath our feet, and we'll just fall down it?" Gao Moumou asked worriedly, holding his girlfriend Mei Yi.

Everyone looked at Song Shuhang once again.

Song Shuhang shrugged. "I don't know."

He's not an omnipotent prophet or a magic mirror.

Just then, the Black man squeezed in, laughing heartily, "Whether it's opening the door or going home, I like it! I'll give it a try—YES, I want to go home, I want to go back!"

As he spoke, the Black man pressed his palm firmly onto the 'Yes' option.

The next moment, the black man suddenly felt warm all over his body.

It's so warm; it feels like I've returned to the loving embrace of my mother when I was a child.

"Ah... is this the warmth of home?" the Black man exclaimed in a 'singing' tone.

However, the other passengers around him stared at the black man with frightened eyes.

The Black man looked down at his body—oh, f***!

A layer of flame-like light ignited on his body, and the warmth he had just felt was brought about by this flame-like light.

And that flame-like light looked so familiar... Wasn't that the light that burned on the passengers who kept disappearing on the plane? After the flames burned, those passengers all turned into particles of light and vanished, their fate unknown.

This is the warmth of home? Warm my ass, warm my ass, warm your entire family genealogy!

Finally, the black man turned to look at Song Shuhang. His dark face, illuminated by the flames, even seemed to possess a touch of holiness. "Dude, am I going to die?"

Song Shuhang was silent for a moment, then replied seriously, "They should... be leaving this island. Think about it carefully, perhaps the people who disappeared on the plane didn't die, but were taken off the plane. Maybe when you wake up the next moment, you'll be back home!"

Even if it's death... at least it would give the Black man some psychological comfort.

If you harbor resentment, will you become Resentful Ghost after death?

As they were talking...

The loudspeakers on the city wall emitted a piercing buzzing sound once again.

Then, that powerful, heavy voice rang out. "You beast, get out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black man's body turned into light particles, which then began to dissipate like quicksand.

The Black man was so cooperative!

"Fuck, you're the real monster!" The black uncle raised his middle finger towards the city wall, roaring with his last bit of strength.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Tubo: "..."

Gao Moumou: "..."

The remaining passengers. "..."

Speaking of which, this black uncle speaks Chinese very awkwardly, but he can even understand some relatively unpopular curse words like 'evil beast'. Has it become popular in foreign countries to learn Chinese recently?

Soon, the black man disappeared.

Everyone fell silent.

At this moment, the little boy turned to look at Song Shuhang and asked, "Brother Shuhang, is this black uncle really going home?"

The little boy's big, dark eyes were so pure.

Song Shuhang gently patted his head. "Even your brother can't be sure what happened. Maybe he went back, or maybe he just disappeared."

"Thank you, brother." The little boy smiled brightly, then suddenly ran to the gate, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his little hand, and clapped it on the "Yes" sign.

"Goodbye everyone, I'm going to find my dad and mom." The little boy, with a flame-like light burning around him, waved goodbye to everyone.

His father and mother both vanished as light particles on the plane.

This little guy followed everyone without crying or making a fuss. He was a very sensible child, completely different from the seemingly serious and sensible but mischievous little monk in Song Shuhang's family. This was the kind of good child that Song Shuhang liked, the kind he wanted to take home and raise.

The little boy also disappeared into the particles of light.

Apart from the black man and the little boy who clicked "yes" and left, everyone else stayed where they were, and no one else went forward to click those two ridiculous options.

After all, it was uncertain whether pressing 'yes' would actually lead to leaving the island or simply turning into particles of light and dying, so the people present certainly wouldn't make a random choice.

Human life is only once, it's not a game, there's no chance to be resurrected after death.

"Since the 'yes' option disappears, then perhaps the 'no' option is the door opening," Song Shuhang.

He then stepped forward, ready to tap the "No" option.

"Wait, Shuhang." At this moment, Tubo pulled Song Shuhang back. "Let me press the button... If you press the 'No' option and disappear into light particles, then if the giant eagles attack again, no He Ren will be able to deal with them. So, let me do it."

"No, let me do it," Song Shuhang said softly. "At least I have some tricks up my sleeve. Even if we really encounter the effects of 'light particle transformation,' I'm not without the power to resist..."

Just then, a figure came running up from outside the city gate, panting heavily. It was Joseph, the nominal disciple.

"Master, I'm here! If Master is in need, your disciple will do the work!" Joseph raised his hand and shouted.

Then, he ran quickly towards the gate and slapped the "No" option.

Joseph's daughter disappeared on the plane... so he wouldn't mind if it were granulated. Perhaps it would be a good opportunity to go find his daughter.

If there's no light granulation, then I can stay with Song Shuhang for a while longer, which isn't bad either.

"Master!" Joseph pressed the "No" button and said, "If we leave here alive, could you agree to let me move to live near your house?"

Joseph seized the opportunity to make his own request.

In the past, when he saw Song Shuhang shatter the air with a single punch, making a series of popping sounds, he felt incredibly excited. He felt that if he could reach Song Shuhang's level in his lifetime, he would have no regrets even if he died.

But today, when he saw the Flame Blade soaring into the sky and severing the eagle's head, his blood boiled. China kung fu could achieve such a level! This was no longer just 'kung fu,' it was completely beyond the realm of the Superman.

Joseph thought to himself, "I must seize this opportunity. Even if I have to be shameless, I must find a way to live near my master's house."

He had made up his mind—regardless of whether Song Shuhang agreed or not, once he left the island, he would buy a house near Song Shuhang's home.

"Okay," Song Shuhang readily agreed.

Having more neighbors isn't a bad thing... and if one day he achieves success in his cultivation and wants to take his whole family away from the mortal world, he has considered that if Joseph and he truly have a master-disciple relationship at that time, he will take him along.

Since that's the case, Joseph wants to move in as a neighbor, Song Shuhang naturally wouldn't mind.

Joseph looked completely satisfied.

A moment later...

"Huh? Why isn't it working yet?" Joseph asked in confusion. He had been clicking on the 'NO' option for ages, but there was still no reaction.

Joseph, refusing to believe it, slapped the "NO" sign several more times with force.

Still no response?

Take another picture!

Joseph slapped the glass more than ten times in a row.

This time... finally there was a response!

The words reappeared on the light screen above the gate: [What are you doing, snapping a picture of a dead man's head? Trying to get reincarnated? Can't you see how heavy this gate is? It takes a lot of strength to open it!]

Joseph: "..."

Song Shuhang: "..."

Gao Moumou + Tubo + Mei Yi + Lu Fei sisters + other passengers. "..."

"However, if we open the door, does that mean the 'yes' option really means sending the person home?" Gao Moumou, pinching the bridge of his nose.

After all, the worldview that everyone had built up over decades crumbled completely after the appearance of the giant eagle. Perhaps, those light particles really were sending people home through some kind of 'spatial teleportation'?

Worldviews and values are difficult to establish... but easy to shatter. That's why destruction is easier than construction.

Upon hearing this, the slightly plump flight attendant's eyes lit up. She quickly ran up and, before the doors opened and the option on the screen was lit up, forcefully slammed her hand on the "Yes" option.