If there is a next life, Wei Lan just wants to live well and never want to do such evil things.
I no longer want to fall into the crooked ways "he" calls and be reviled by the world.
But he is dead.
He was jointly banned by the nine sects in Lingyi Mountain. His bones were shattered and ashes were thrown away, and not even his soul was left.
"Lan Yixiao, let me ask you alone, I have killed countless people and harmed countless others in my life, but what do I do to you... Do you dare to say it?"
The stepping dust stick that that person gave him in the past had already broken into pieces in the ground. He half-knelt in front of that person and asked sadly.
"Wuying... I'm sorry..."
That year, the Forgotten Flowers bloomed all over Lingyi Mountain, as red as blood;
That year, Wei Lan, the founder of Ghost Dao who had done countless harm to people, died, not even ashes were left;
That year, the immortal master Lan Yixiao, who did not eat fireworks from the world, went crazy and did not recognize anyone but Lingyi Mountain, the man who had disappeared long ago.
Intention: To pay tribute to the fragrance of ink and the smell of copper