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"You're dead."

The wind and rain were gentle, and the bamboo forest was filled with an aura of decay and withering. Behind Huo De, the deterrence of death was silently spreading.

"Impossible, no one has ever been able to approach me soundlessly before. You, just who are you!?" "How can you see through my disguise?"

He was dressed in colorful field attire, which he had seized the day before from the vice division of the enemy investigation department. After fusing with the enemy's liquid blood, he had transformed into a completely new enemy form, which made him confident that he could fool everyone. However, before he could even enter the belly of the enemy camp, his identity had already been revealed.

The man faintly smiled. He didn't say a word as he silently stabbed the sharp knife into his heart. A strange smile emerged on his face.

Cough cough. Huo De's eyes widened. He subconsciously clenched his fists, only to discover that his hands were actually covered in viscous liquid.

He spat out a mouthful of blood as he thought to himself, This is too much, it was hard for me to make it to the final battle, but I still couldn't escape the fate of the battlefield. I have to make it to the last battle, but I still have to make it to the last battle, and I still can't escape the fate of the battlefield.

Regret, unwillingness, he didn't even see the enemy's face clearly, it was a pity that no one would give him a second chance.

He was confident in his own abilities, but the enemy had sent out someone to completely restrain him. The person with the code name 'Elder', his elemental energy alienation, gave him the ability as a dreamwalker, as long as they looked at each other, he would be able to dig out the deepest memories of the other party. And even though people of the Dian clan could definitely replicate it, there was one thing that could not be replaced, and that was memories.

Ever since Holder had entered the doyens of the doyens, his fate had been sealed. Facing the doyens, it was as if he had been stripped of all his clothes, and even his soul had nowhere to hide.

"I... Can't die... "Xia is still waiting for me," A breath of resentment was still pressing down on his heart, her faith caused his desire to live to be magnified step by step, and he extended his hand to grab the scented sachet given to him before his departure. For some reason, within the deathly aura that surrounded him, there was only a formless life.

The bamboo forest was extremely cold. The bamboo leaves that were covered in blood were like demons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws in the wind.

With the last of his strength, Holder tore off the scented sachet and placed it before him. The scented sachet, which had seemed to him as weightless as a leaf, now felt so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

"I really want to see you once, if possible, I'm willing to accept the last time." With every sentence, Holder would spit out a mouthful of blood, sparkling teardrops running down his face, supporting his heavy eyelids. Holder struggled to open the scented sachet.

Staring blankly at the silver mirror in the scented sachet, Huo De didn't know what to say. On the mirror, there was a figure: Xia Xia. She had a brilliant smile that captivated people's hearts.

"That was really the last look, thank you, Xia," Holde silently mocked himself. He no longer had the strength to continue talking, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, the resentment in his mouth was swallowed. He no longer had any regrets, but was he really without regrets?

No, said Huld, closing his eyes with reluctance. His promise to marry Xia was not yet complete, and all he could say was that he had promised to marry her.

See the world again...

The rain fell on Holder's face, signaling the end of a famous general. However, a powerful force pulled him back from the scythe of the god of death, and for some reason, after absorbing the blood, the silver mirror began to expand. The golden light shot out from the mirror into the sky, turning into a pillar of light that enveloped Holder's body, which no longer had any signs of life.

As a result, the golden light disappeared along with the silver mirror, turning Holder into motes of starlight before disappearing into the bamboo forest ?

His fingers lightly touched it, and his heart showed signs of recovery. He felt his soul being forcefully pulled back, but before he crossed the Bridge of Helplessness, it was forcefully pulled back.

"What's going on ?" Feeling that he had passed through the underworld, Holder opened his eyes in exhaustion.

"Brother De, wake up! Brother De, wake up!" Doctor! "Doctor, come quickly," a female voice rang out, filled with the excitement of recovering from a loss. Hall stared at the girl in a daze. He obviously knew her. This girl was Xia's elder sister, Princess Xi. And you call me Brother De!?

Holder said to himself that this was a blessing from which he had been blessed in his life, but before he could confirm it, Xi jumped out of the room, probably to see a doctor.

This was no big deal! Huo De sighed in his heart, but when he looked around at his surroundings, his jaw almost dropped. Oh my god! He had clearly fallen in the bamboo forest, why did he appear on his bed now!? Could it be that the figures in the bamboo forest were all his nightmares? Impossible! That feeling was too real, more real than real. It was as if he had truly died once ?

"What's wrong with me? Isn't today the day of the expedition?" Holder furrowed his brows as he tried his best to recall this, staring at the servant who was holding a brazier covered in lace.

The attendants didn't dare to neglect his words and shook his head: "Master Huo, today is not the day to set off."

"How is this possible!? Isn't this place Guan Gu!? " He felt himself growing more and more distrustful of himself.

"Yes, my lord."

"Then, my battle with the Elders!?"

"In two days, my lord."

Huo De's heart chilled. He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue as sweet blood flowed out from the corner of his lips. It was true pain.

"What the hell is going on," Holder asked himself, finding nothing to do after a thorough search of his memory. Instinct told him that one moment he had entered the path of death, but now he was reborn.

It must be that sachet, Holde asserted, trying to knock his head, trying to recall something more, but he found he had forgotten something very important... He knew nothing of the contents of the scented sachet.

Huo De actually remembered that he had opened the scented sachet before. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he had really opened it!? Why can't I remember the contents of the scented sachet?

Taking all of this into consideration, Holder could roughly deduce the current situation. Before he was mesmerized by Death, he was enveloped by something similar to the halo of a protagonist. He passed through time, passed through space, and returned to two days ago ? But what right did he have to possess such a divine power?