An hour later, Dreamscape Enthusiast had explained everything.
Sipping the milk tea Mohist handed him, he sighed from the heart. "This is better. I can finally taste milk tea again. Oh, right, I gave you a gift. Once you get back, you'd better perform a gastrotomy on yourself. There's definitely quite a bit of liquid inside."
"...You did that on purpose, didn't you?!"
"Couldn't help it. It's really hard for me to control my malice toward this body. All right, we've said about enough. Xu Long's gaze will probably return soon. Leave, Zhong Xiaozheng. Let me be alone for a while. I'm afraid you'll give something away if we stay together."
"...All right. Goodbye."
"Goodbye. Oh, and earlier, I didn't write down Corpse Collector's name. I wrote the name of the Fangshan Cultivator Management Committee chairman. This is my final gift to you. Take it."
"Mm."
Pushing open the door, Mohist left.
Behind him, Dreamscape Enthusiast began to sing.
The song sounded somewhat like Qin Opera, his voice filled with immense traditional strength and an unyielding spirit.
He was like a poplar tree in the wilderness, standing tall against the wind and sand, raising his voice in song before the storm.
Amid the singing, Mohist straightened his back and walked outside.
He did not know Zhong Xiaozheng's real name, and the other man had deliberately chosen not to tell him. But Mohist knew that as long as he walked upon Fangshan's soil, every person was Zhong Xiaozheng, and every person could be him.
A new concern was born. A certain will had been passed on to him by Zhong Xiaozheng, burning in his chest like a flame.
Don't worry, Mr. Zhong.
I will carry out your will to the very end.
The next day, Dreamscape Enthusiast died in prison.
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