"Da Niu, I want to remember what you look like. I'm afraid you might change, and then I won't be able to recognize you anymore."
Bai Susu's voice grew weaker and weaker as the sacrificial blood flooded over both of their bodies.
Feeling the heat in his body and the soft voice in his ears, it seemed to carry through from the light so faint.
Wang Daniu rubbed his sore neck, a flash of confusion in his eyes. He looked around and realized he was actually on a plane.
The spacious cabin was luxurious and modern, leaving him somewhat stunned. He slapped his head and muttered to himself, "Wasn't I at the sacrificial ceremony, surrounded by demon soldiers, explosions, dazzling white light."
"Haha, Da Niu, you're finally awake," a familiar voice rang in his ear, interrupting his reverie.
Wang Daniu turned his head to look and saw it was Sun Da Hu.
Sun Da Hu was jumping up and down with excitement, his eyes brimming with joy, his smile unabashedly radiant.