Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Li Shutong's funeral was arranged on the New Year's Day.

In the old days, in business transactions, debts had to be settled at the end of the year. People with debts had a difficult time celebrating the New Year, just like passing a customs clearance, so it was called the New Year Pass.

Daxia's current situation will only be more difficult than passing the test.

So Han Zhan, after discussing with several senior brothers, arranged the funeral at the end of the year, so that all the sorrow would be left in this year and the hope would be left in tomorrow's new year.

On the New Year's Day, it snowed heavily.

The Four Seasons Spring Array only covers the main residential areas, and the snow is still falling heavily in other places, so thick that there is a layer of snow, covered in silver.

Han Zhan, Wei Qing, Lin Jingxuan, and Shen Zheqi were carrying a coffin, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow.

Behind them, followed a mighty team, no one made a sound.

Like marching in silence.

The coffin was empty, and Li Shutong's body had long since been annihilated and dissipated because it could not carry the power beyond that of a mortal.

The empty coffin weighed on the shoulders of four people, but it seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms.

The burial place was chosen at Juilao Pass, which is a natural pass in the North County and the pass closest to the south.

A statue of Li Shutong is carved lifelike. The direction it faces is the south.

In the South, there is land that we have lost.

In the south, there are our captive compatriots.

In the South, there are hatreds and enemies that we must remember!

There were densely packed people, and under the heavy snowfall, everyone's hair was covered with snow. Some people's cheeks were red from the cold, some had stiff limbs, and no one left.

Li Shutong's coffin was buried and covered with snow and soil.

Everyone observed a solemn moment of silence to complete the final farewell ceremony.

The epitaph belonging to Li Shutong was erected in front of the tomb, just like the fighting spirit masters Han Zhan had seen.

"Gou Li country lives and dies, so how can we avoid misfortune and good fortune?"

This is the epitaph written by Han Zhan for Li Shutong. He feels that this sentence is the most appropriate to describe Li Shutong's life.

A hundred years ago, it was he who turned the tide, saved the Great Xia, continued a century-old foundation, created eight major war zones, opened up new territories, and worked hard.

A hundred years later, it was he who used death as a pretext to uproot the decadent Daxia, and used his own fire to burn away the filth and restore clarity to the world.

Li Shutong is the God of War in Great Xia, and he is well deserved to be called a hero!

Compared with teachers, I still have a long way to go.

But under the instructions of his senior brothers, he still walked to the front of everyone step by step.

The wind and snow are getting stronger!

Under the wind and snow, Han Zhan walked under the statue of Li Shutong. He turned around and looked at the group of people behind him.

In this group of people, there are senior brothers, partners, compatriots, elders and children.

They looked at him one after another, and this feeling gave Han Zhan the illusion that he was still in the world of Baicao Sacred Heart.

In the world of Baicao Sacred Heart, he broke the curse, won the hearts of the people, completed the "Shennong inheritance" and became the new Holy Master.

And here, he assisted Li Shutong against the Zerg, and defeated three ninth-level experts with his fifth-level body. He was also Li Shutong's student, and he was another inheritance.

Han Zhan took a deep breath.

"All the people of Daxia, all the comrades who fought together, the pillars of our Daxia have fallen."

"He did not fall in the battle with the Zerg, he fell in greed, selfishness, desire, and unbearable conspiracy!"

"But we will always remember his name and this man, the God of War of Great Xia, Li Shutong!"

"I'm not a hero, and I don't want to be a hero. I'm just a little person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Compared with the teacher, I feel ashamed."

"In the past, I just wanted to keep my own land and be with the people I love. I thought that my talent was quite good, and being protected by a big shot like my teacher would give me a long time to grow. .”

“I’ve had good luck and I’ve had bad luck.”

"But friends, this is life! Just because we lost a Daxia War God does not mean a complete failure, because each of us can become our own Daxia War God!"

"Let us bury our hatred and pain deeply here, and let us take every step forward unswervingly even if we know that we are doomed to fail!"

"In this apocalypse of insect disaster, everyone's body is like a feather and their life is like a weed."

"We have seen the darkest night, and the hot and bright fire in our hearts will not waver!"

When Han Zhan said this, he suddenly summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, turned around and swung the sword, carving two big characters on the wall of Juilao Pass!

South! Down!

"This is my promise and my oath to my teachers."

"One day in the future, I will take everyone down south to take back everything that belongs to us!"

"Go south!"

"Go south!"

"Go south!"

At this moment, the crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers. They vented from the bottom of their hearts and roared angrily.

They were like rats scurrying north, escaping from the villains who stole the fruits of victory.

Their god of war has fallen, and their future life is like duckweed, with no hope in sight.

But now, the words "Go South" carved on the city wall by the Korean War are like a bright red flag, erected in the hearts of every hesitant Daxia person!

After going north, it’s time to go south!

Defeat is not terrible, as long as you are alive, there is a possibility of victory!

Even if you can't defeat them, you still have to bite off a piece of flesh from those people!

"Go north, go south." Wei Qing looked at Han Zhan standing in the wind and snow, and looked at the majestic words "go south" carved on the city wall with his Xuanyuan Sword. His fists clenched involuntarily, and his whole body Trembling with excitement.

The lenses of Lin Jingxuan's glasses were slightly blurred. He took off his glasses, lowered his head and wiped them gently. "Go south, go south, teacher, you really saw the right person."

Shen Zheqi's eyes were shining brightly, and the fatigue of running around for days disappeared at this moment. From the bottom of his heart, endless new power seemed to pour out!

In the sanatorium, the injured spirit masters and bonded spirits who were recovering could only hear a mighty noise coming from far away, but with their weak ears, they could not make out what it was about.

In one of the innermost healing rooms, a crazy man with disheveled hair jumped out of the room.

"Master Ye!" Behind him, the nurse who saw this scene quickly caught up and tried to hold him back.

Ye Qiu easily escaped their "capture". He laughed, then suddenly listened, and then suddenly continued laughing. "Go south! They are talking about going south! Go south! Hahahaha!"

Heading south?

There was silence for a moment in the sanatorium, and then everyone burst out into loud and passionate shouts in astonishment.

"That's right, go south!"

"Fuck you, you should do it like this!"

"Go south! Go south!"

This day.

Two words echoed throughout Beijun, go south!

this day,

It was the day when Li Shutong was buried.

this day,

It's the last day of the old year.

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