Yu Sheng stopped and looked at the City Pass from a distance, as well as the soldiers standing on the City Pass, who had not fully accepted the result for a while, resulting in some confusion.
In the distance, Poison Gas has not dissipated yet.
Yu Sheng bypasses Demon-Suppressing Pass, rushes to Deep Mountain, shuttles from Deep Mountain, and returns to Human Race.
There was no taking credit, no chatting, not even the joy after victory.
With injuries that had not yet completely healed, Yu Sheng returned to the Human Race area calmly.
He doesn't even think the things he does are important.
It's like a transaction has been completed, that's all.
Sitting in the car, Yu Sheng did not start the car directly this time. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and looked up matters that need to be paid attention to when driving, including some instructional videos on Baidu.
He looked very carefully and recorded every detail.
Finally, when he put down his cell phone and started the car again, the weird feeling was gone.
Average.
Turn on the ignition, pull the handbrake, start, and drive away steadily.
Perhaps, in Yu Sheng's heart, there once lived a casual young man who liked freedom, was not bound by rules and regulations, and traveled around the world with his imagination.
But this boy will eventually be smoothed out and become a regular person until... he dies completely.
"The knot... is over?"
"If I had known I wouldn't have come down, and I could have had a grand finale."
Zhao Zicheng had a bandage on his arm, and Gauze was wrapped around his body. He fell on a simple stretcher, with only a pair of eyes exposed, blinking, and he was a little dazed.
At this time, most of the soldiers had already stepped off the Demon-Suppressing Pass or returned to the Human Race to stick to their posts.
Or, go to other Three Passes, and then guard City Pass.
After the war ended, the faces of these people became much more relaxed, and some smiles returned to their faces when chatting with each other.
More Medical Team Endless came from the rear to treat the wounded.
This sudden tranquility after the real end makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
After receiving the battle report from Frontline, announcements were sent out one after another within Human Race, spreading crazily on the Internet.
"This battle will be a great victory."
"Killed countless Demon Clan, Demon Domain Lord took Demon Beast and fled!"
"Promote the power of my Human Race!"
And attached to it are several names listed separately.
"Sun Dahu, An Xin, Zhao Qingyi, Ma Sangu..."
Similarly, Dark Pavilion issued a eulogy for those who executed Shadow Plan, including Dark Pavilion, and announced a long list.
Reserve Corps's casualty list is still being tallied due to the large number of people.
In short, this string of words has invisibly diluted the post-war joy a lot.
"Go back and see them..."
"Stay with them for a few days and then fall asleep..."
Dome Pass.
Yuan Qingshan looked at Kong Hongfang's back and sighed softly.
Kong Hongfang did not look back, but leaned on the city wall with both hands and looked at Demon Domain in the distance with melancholy eyes.
"Forget it."
"Reunion in a few days will only bring more pain."
"They have become accustomed to living without me. I suddenly broke into their lives and fell asleep again..."
Kong Hongfang did not continue speaking, just sighed softly.
Yuan Qingshan smiled bitterly, "In other words, I have to be a villain again. Now I am also Ink Pavilion Head. Maybe you can consider leaving this offending job to others."
"Still have to work hard Elder Yuan."
"At least they trust you."
Kong Hongfang smiled and shook his head, looking at Demon Domain a little lost. "War... hehe..."
"No injuries were caused during this resuscitation. The next resuscitation will save more materials."
"I've already written the list..."
He turned around, took out a note from his pocket, handed it into Yuan Qingshan's hand, and walked away.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a few more wrinkles between his eyebrows, making him look a little older.
"Oh, right."
"There is one more thing I need to trouble Elder Yuan about, which is... um..."
"Give this to my daughter."
Kong Hongfang, a tall and tall man who was not afraid of the two Demon Lords, turned slightly red, lowered his head in embarrassment, and took out two pairs of bracelets from his pocket.
"I took the time to go out and buy them, a pair for my wife and a pair for my daughter..."
"Just say... just say..."
"Forget it, there's no need to say anything!"
Kong Hongfang hid his face and left, leaving only Yuan Qingshan holding the note in one hand and the bracelet in the other, standing there, a little dull.
"You are in love, and you still want me to write a love letter for you? What kind of world is this?" Yuan Qingshan scolded fiercely, then turned and left.
In the next few days, the tension inside Human Race finally dissipated a lot.
Many families breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the soldiers returning from the Frontline.
But equally, more families are plunged into grief.
The long lists all have something to say.
This may be what Chu Huai said. No matter how they concealed the information before, causing them to despise Demon Domain, as long as the final death list is released, all that will disappear.
Also on the ninth day after the war ended, Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan officially took over the position of Ink Pavilion Head.
In the Ink Academy, the bell tolls for a long time.
Perhaps many years from now, when this battle is recorded on History Books, it will only be a few simple strokes.
Little did he know how much blood and tears were contained in these strokes.
The tranquility now is all for better outbreaks in the future!
And inside this Ink Academy...
Yu Sheng has been sleeping for seven days and has not woken up yet.
Including Zhao Zicheng and many old students, Freshmen, are all undergoing collective healing.
The smell of disinfectant permeates the entire campus.
Only Sun Wen is still busy in the logistics team, constantly transporting the wounded and supplies, but he has not returned yet.
The wind and snow have passed, and spring has arrived.
The air is filled with fresh breath.
Within the Ink Academy...
The mood of spring is high and hundreds of flowers are waiting to bloom.
(Volume 7, end.)