How much of Bazhun'an is still left?
Yue Gongnu opened her mouth, took a half step forward, trying to shout.
She couldn't make any sound. Before her, with a "ding," what fell to the ground was the yellow copper coin thrown by Hallmaster Dao that night.
The coin that represented fate, that represented a variable, she guessed three times but couldn't get it right.
And the unchanging result written on the back, always remains...
"Out of the game?"
...
"Hahaha!"
The Ghost Hunter Sword was drawn, and Hua Changdeng laughed maniacally.
He licked the delicious spirit blood on the sword body, surveying all around.
He was certain that the residual consciousness of Bazhun'an was still here, but he didn't immediately move the sword, instead he roared loudly:
"Too late!"
"All too late!"
"Bazhun'an, I know what you want to do... Break to rebuild? Rebirth in flames? Useless! All useless!"
Was Hua Changdeng irrational?
Yes, he was irrational.
