You young people are going to have a headache again." Luo Qian told a cruel reality.

Zhou Deng is dead.

He Yin'er was stunned for a moment, and she looked at Zhou Deng.

Only then did she realize that Zhou Deng had stopped moving. A lot of blood had oozed out from his feet, staining an area red. There was also a strange human skin mask floating on the blood, and an old and incomplete rattle.

, a half-burnt candle...

Obviously, at the moment when He Yin'er summoned the soul, Zhou Deng tried his best and even left no body in the end.

The inside of the leather jacket was empty, there was nothing, and there was no more blood seeping out.

When Luo Qian saw He Yin'er didn't answer, he took action anyway. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding grave soil surged, gradually burying the human skin suit that still maintained human form.

He has seen too many separations and separations in his life.

Since you're dead, let's rest in peace and don't let the evil spirits come back to harm others.

"Restart. If you restart, you can save Zhou Deng." Seeing that Zhou Deng was about to be buried, He Yin'er panicked and grabbed Luo Qian and begged.

"I can only bury the present, I can't reverse the past. That's not what I'm good at." Luo Qian's words gave up her idea.
Chapter completed!