During her travels, Yan Xun had been attacked unexpectedly.
More than two hundred people in the village, including her, had all lost their lives there. On the brink of death, Yan Xun had activated this formation, allowing herself to live on this land for ten years.
At first, she had still been able to control the formation. Others had passed through, but they had all left the village unharmed.
Only over the past year had Yan Xun's control over the formation grown weaker and weaker.
She could no longer control other people's entry or departure.
Her story was over. It was short, without any heart-stopping twists.
Love triangles, betrayal, crimes of passion-not one of those winding, convoluted elements had been present.
If a plot like this were made into a television drama, its ratings would surely be abysmal.
But reality was just like that. No one knew which would arrive first: tomorrow or an unforeseen disaster.
Life was unpredictable, and as fragile as paper.
"Do you have a way to come back to life?" Li Ping'an asked.
"Of course not. How could the dead come back to life?"
"Then why stay here?"
"Because I don't want to die." Yan Xun smiled. "Do you think I'm selfish, dragging a whole group of people into suffering with me just because I don't want to die?"
Li Ping'an said nothing.
Yan Xun gently moved her fingers. "Actually, I just can't accept it. I can't accept dying just like that."
Yan Xun discovered that Li Ping'an was an odd fellow-in other words, a very odd person.
Perhaps she really had spent too long bottled up, with no one to talk to.
Yan Xun wanted to talk a little more with this one person who could speak to her.
But Li Ping'an was a sealed