There are so many heroes buried in the east of the Yangtze River.

In front of us, Ouyang Longyan in purple clothes, the alcoholic and the haunted messenger who could not see the true face of Lushan Mountain with his face covered, the three people stood in the cold wind without words, let alone words. They thought about their own thoughts, and no one knew what they were thinking about.

"It's time to go."

"Let's go to Yongzhou." As the ghost made him spit out this sentence coldly, his black figure suddenly shot away like a sharp arrow in the distance.

Ouyang Longyan, the purple-clothed man behind him, and the...