"Shen Lang, what nonsense are you spouting!"
Fugui slapped Shen Lang, then explained, "Brother Ye, there's a sword sticking out of your back. Have you trained in some kind of body-hardening martial art? How are you unharmed?"
"Oh, you mean this?"
Ye Qianfan reached back, found the sword's hilt, and pulled it straight out. "I'm wearing soft armor. That fellow's sword slid under my armpit when he stabbed me, and I happened to clamp it there. I was in such a hurry just now that I forgot!"
"I'm fine. Thanks for your concern!"
"That's good! That's good!" Fugui repeatedly patted his chest. "You scared me to death!"
"Let's go. We can't waste any more time."
Ye Qianfan looked up at the sky. The sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, leaving only a streak of sunset glow!
Once that glow disappeared, darkness would probably fall completely!
With all three of them working together...
They finished digging a pit about a meter wide.
Fugui had also found an earthenware jar somewhere, and he placed the Evil God's bones inside it one by one.
Whether it was out of trust in Ye Qianfan or because they all thought this ordeal was nearly over, none of them hesitated!
All three buried the Evil God's remains together!
"O immortal, O immortal!"
While Ye Qianfan and Shen Lang filled in the pit, Fugui knelt before the grave and bowed repeatedly. "We've found your remains, and we've poured all your enemy's ashes into the water—the river, not the well, rest assured!"
"Your father has also spent a hundred years here atoning for his sins. He can't bear to let you leave, but it's time you let him go, too."
"Please let everyone leave. Let the villagers of Ghost Village leave, let the father who protected you