"Third watch, the bell rings, and all living beings return..."
The words fell.
The whole city of Tai'an lit up.
Not firelight.
It's soul light.
Above each corpse, wisps of faint light of various colors slowly floated.
There are white ones, gray ones, and dark red ones.
That's the soul.
A city full of souls.
The people killed by Hengyu, the four sisters who died in Shen Qinghe's hands, and... Qiqi squatting on the beheading table.
All souls were floating involuntarily at this moment.
They face the sky.
Toward that golden light.
Towards the ancient bronze bell.
Float away.
Like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.
Like a tired bird returning to its nest.
