Two years after the restart, Wu Xie dug out the dagger given by Pan Zi from the bottom of the old box of Xiling Seal Society. The mottled blade still reflected the moonlight of Xisha that year - the knife that had protected him through the tide of corpses actually became hot when touched, causing the Iron Triangle to crash into the quicksand tomb of Taklimakan.
Deep in the desert, the light belt of the golden elephant sacred object split the yellow sand and illuminated the branch child Zhang Qiling protected during the Republic of China; in the rainforest tree burial tomb, the moment the wooden elephant fragments resolved the miasma, the fat man's eyes suddenly turned red: "This scene is very similar to the way Pan Zi protected us from the poison."
It wasn't until the earth-like light shield resisted the impact of hundreds of rice dumplings in the ground cracks on the high loess slopes. Xie Jiu held up the witchcraft insect to block the front and shouted the ten-year-delayed sentence "I'll stop this time." Wu Xie understood: the so-called protection is never a matter of one person, it is the glimmer of the sacred object, the residual warmth of the dagger, and they took Pan Zi's share and turned the "don't look back" agreement into the ending of "carrying it together".
And the ancient corpse of the Western Zhou Dynasty resurrected by White is peeping in the dark. This game about sacred objects and immortality will ultimately depend on the hands of five people to close it together.
