Destiny seemed to have bound the three of them tightly together, never to be torn apart.
Sometimes, Lin An would have a strange realization, wondering if it was because of this firm triangular relationship that he could rely on his control over the game world to resurrect Chen Xinmi when she died.
Um~
Lin An hoped he would never need to attempt such a thing in the future.
At last, in front of the warehouse that was half-crushed by the sudden flood, in front of that smooth, mirror-like cliff face, the witchcraft ceremony that Lin An and the small business owner had set up seemed to work once again.
A huge banyan tree stretched its branches, from which dangled one Antler Stone Treasure after another, surrounded by all sorts of strange and bizarre materials commonly used in witchcraft ceremonies.
The small business owner, pale-faced, took out a dagger, and once again came to a small stone bowl, slicing open his arm to let the blood flow into the bowl.
