"Even if you can't find it, it's fine."
The old Daoist could feel that her body had gone from being stiff at the beginning to being relaxed at the end. She seemed to be trembling slightly, and there were tears in her eyes, but she revealed a smile.
"There's still me, your eldest senior brother, and your second senior brother."
She was introverted and didn't know how to give for the time being, but it was fine as long as others loved her.
"Don't mind what they say. If they don't know you, what do they know?"
Song Qing was stunned. Her eyes were sore and swollen as if something was about to overflow.
She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but it was wet.
The old Daoist saw that she didn't speak, so he rubbed her head again and said softly, "
"If we can't find the origin of the ghost King of the netherworld in the end, this place can't hold on any longer. You can complete your mission on your own or leave first. Don't worry about me."
