Night Watchman Night Seven

I have been a waste for sixteen years, and I have been sweeping lonely graves for the Ye family for sixteen years. They forced me to break off the engagement, took away my property, and finally beat me to death in front of the dilapidated tomb of the god. It wasn't until I died that I realized that the "night watchmen" passed down from generation to generation in the Ye family never guarded the tomb. What is guarding the tomb is the... "God" who wants to return to the world and reshuffle the continent. And I am the last night watchman. I crawled back from death, half human, half ghost, wrapped in the death energy from the corpse of a god. When the glory of thousands of temples on the mainland soared into the sky, when ancient beings woke up one after another, trembling and whispering: "He is back." What rang in my ears was my mother's murmur after pretending to be stupid for sixteen years: "Son, our whole family... Are all sinners." OK. If this is my sin. Then let this long night swallow everything.