He saw himself, his body under the oleander tree, intact.
Even his expression was as if he was at the moment before death, smiling slightly and saying, "Young Shang, it's better to regret than to regret."
A white halo surrounded him, as well as a skeleton.
The skeleton should have been dressed in spotless white.
From the neck to the chest and lumbar spine, the skeleton was tightly entangled layer by layer by the intricate roots of the oleander tree. Almost all the essence was sucked away and turned into the stunning pink flowers of the tree.
The faint white halo, Qi Shaoshang's last effort, still preserved the immortality of the man in green shirt.
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