Back at the Legend Management Bureau, Du Yu wasted no time checking the screen.
After all, this legend had not ended yet. Its most important link had yet to appear, and Du Yu's question remained unanswered.
Why did Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiao look different from how I remember them?
Sure enough, on the screen, Xie Bi'an's soul was staring in confusion at his own corpse beneath his feet.
Not far away, Fan Wujiao's soul stood on the bridge.
"Old Eight?!" Xie Bi'an cried out.
"Seventh Brother, you're here?" Fan Wujiao smiled. "I've been standing right here. I haven't gone anywhere. I've been waiting for you all along."
Xie Bi'an went straight up and hugged Xie Bi'an.
"I... I..." Though Xie Bi'an was a soul, tears still fell from his eyes. "Your Seventh Brother let you down..."
"Don't say that... I saw everything," Fan Wujiao said. "Since we're dead, let's be brothers again in our next life. This time, let's be brothers by blood."
"If I hadn't made that mistake, you wouldn't have died at all!" Xie Bi'an said, still crying.
"No, Seventh Brother. My heart was too soft. I treated everyone as a good person, and in the end, I got us both killed."
Before the two could finish speaking, Lady Houtu appeared.
She looked at their souls as though she were looking at two treasures.
"Ahahahaha! I'm so happy! You two finally died?!"
Xie Bi'an frowned helplessly. Although the woman before him was an immortal, her words were infuriating. "Lady Houtu, the way you said that makes it sound like you were the one who got us killed..."
"How could that be?!" Lady Houtu waved her hand. "Not only would I never harm you, I'm going to grant you an opportunity to become immortals!"
"An opportunity to become