After these figures rose into the air, the disguises on their bodies gradually fell away.
As Liu Yidao looked at these righteous prodigies in the sky, there was nothing in his eyes but icy killing intent.
At that moment, his memories returned to several days ago.
Memory.
A small mound of earth stood where it was. Liu Yidao had already sat blankly before the grave for three days and three nights.
After an unknown amount of time, the despondent Liu Yidao slowly spoke.
"Ugly girl, what did you do all this for?"
"I told you from the very beginning that I would kill you, but you kept clinging to me like sticky taffy."
"Well, now your little life is gone, and my path has come to an end too."
Liu Yidao continued talking to himself. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Shanhuo's figure actually appeared before him.
Looking at the "Wang Shanhuo" before him, Liu Yidao gave a self-mocking smile.
"I'm really getting worse the longer I live. Even such a crude illusion can appear in my mind."
"But this is fine too. I'd like to ask what you, this 'Wang Shanhuo,' can possibly say."
Facing Liu Yidao's words, "Wang Shanhuo" softly said, "Brother Yidao, why didn't you save me?"
"Don't talk about such nonsense. It's meaningless!"
"I hope you can say something with some bite to it. Do you understand?"
"Wang Shanhuo" was cut off directly.
Seeing this, the pitiful expression on "Wang Shanhuo's" face vanished, replaced by calm composure.
"I am the thoughts buried deep within your heart. I know every thought that has ever flashed through your mind."
"You pretend to be trapped in a mire over many things, but in truth, you know very clearly what you are doing."
"You cannot bear to give