The ancient ceremony did not end because of the death of Qin Wu. Ye Cheng felt familiar with each other. He squinted and watched him dancing around the corpse like a dancer, with a magnetic voice and sadness, repeating the same lyrics over and over again. Sorrow almost tore people's hearts, that desperate don't cut through Ye Cheng's heart again and again, take him to the distant past, those comrades who died in the mission, those comrades who died for him, those negative emotions like the surge of the sea, once let the cause of Ye's sins deep and light.

At that moment, Ye Cheng's hand had been pressed on...