"Wen Shu, Grandpa San really misses you, you dead girl, where have you been these days! Do you know or not, the village has already... already..."
Grandpa San covered his wrinkled face and wailed, "It's over, everything is over! The village's century-old foundation has been destroyed by a great fire in an instant!"
"I..."
Wen Shu's face was somewhat moved, she was well aware that the current situation in the village was mostly her influence.
Just as Wen Shu's guilt became even stronger, a hoarse voice appeared in her heart.
"Wen Shu, do you want to protect your clan members? I can give you the most terrifying power in this world, and all you have to give is your loyalty!"
This voice, like the whisper of a devil, incessantly tempted Wen Shu's soul.
Meanwhile, Song Yun frowned as he watched Wen Shu standing still in tears, a wisp of black mist swirling above her head, like a harbinger of great disaster.
