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The night began to close in all four directions, like a curtain that gradually closed, neither arrogant nor impatient, wanting to slowly cover the day. He Qingchuan sat down cross-legged. It was as if his body had been completely sucked out of him. Perhaps in his heart, that was tantamount to killing Ye Mo Han for revenge. When a person accomplishes many things, what he receives is not necessarily satisfaction, but very likely emptiness.

Ye Mo Han also sat down in front of him. "This junior thanks you for not killing me."

"You don't have to thank me." "He Qingchuan's voice was somewhat hollow." Your father saved me, so I will use your life to repay your father. You should bring that girl back. "

"What about you?" Ye Mo Han naturally had a rough understanding of He Qingchuan's whereabouts. A late old man, after completing everything, especially what they especially wanted to do, the one who died was the last resting place of their choice.

As expected, He Qingchuan did not speak. Ye Chanhan extended his hand to check if there was any breathing left, and his body had long since turned ice-cold, as if it had been there for a very long time. When a person with deep cultivation had an urgent desire to die, the moment he passed away, his body would become stiff and ice-cold. This is because when the power within the body reaches a certain level, it will change according to one's thoughts and thoughts. This kind of change no longer requires the direction of the main body, but is a spontaneous action after the power and consciousness are combined. He Qingchuan had an intense desire to die for a long time. He wanted to reunite with his wife and children as soon as possible. With the combination of his consciousness and inner strength, he was able to step into death as soon as possible. He Qingchuan's death caused Ye Mo to think of Ling Mumei, two people around the same age, who died in exactly the same posture. However, after Ling Mumei had suddenly lost her strength, her body could no longer hold on. Meanwhile, He Qingchuan had rushed to his death with guilt, regret, and hope.

Haoyue rose to the sky, and the temperature in the desert started to drop. The moonlight scattered all over He Qingchuan's wrinkled face. His face looked as if it was covered with a layer of silver wax. He looked like a zombie sitting in a cross-legged position. Ye Mo Han also didn't know why he was sitting next to a corpse, but he was at a loss again. He didn't know where he should go: if all people or things died in the end, then what was the point of all the things a living person did now? The only secret Jade Pavilion left in this world, was its final outcome also death? Nothing will last forever, but its effects are profound and lasting. An organization must exist because there is a suitable soil for it to live in. If the organization is evil, then its effects must be very bad. Therefore, even if it were to die eventually, someone would have to continuously attack it and destroy it. Even if it could not be destroyed in a short period of time, the hard work of the predecessors would become the basis for the destruction of evil.

It is useless without effort, and even the smallest man is to be commended for his resistance to evil. Ye Wen Han contemplated for a long time, but still did not come up with any new ideas. He still had to do what he had to do. Some things could not be changed just because of a change in his personal thoughts, and that was called sticking to the truth.

Ye Mo Han walked into the tent. The interior of the tent was covered with extremely thick sheepskin blankets, and right inside was a square table. On the table was an extremely exquisite tea set, and the style of the tea set was extremely beautiful, making it very eye-catching. Presumably, this was something that He Qingchuan and his wife had once used, and had been brought along by He Qingchuan. At this moment, Dongfang Rui was lying on the sheepskin by the table with her eyes closed. Her breathing was even, as if she was sleeping. There was a faint smile on her tranquil face. Was she dreaming about herself? Ye Wen Han couldn't help but think so. He Qingchuan had said that Dongfang Rui would wake up on her own in six hours, and Ye Chanhan knew that it was true. However, if three people were to suddenly disappear from Wu Yi Sect, it would definitely attract Xie Feiyan's attention. The men from Wu Yi Sect would definitely be able to find this place. After some thought, Ye Mo Han decided to bring Dong Fang Rui back. He tore off a sheepskin blanket and wrapped it around Dong Fang Rui before carrying her out of the tent. Seeing that He Qingchuan was still sitting there with his legs crossed, Ye Wen couldn't bear to move him into the tent. He took out a fire piston and lit up the tent.

Ye Chanhan had followed his grandfather around the mountains since childhood, so he had no concept of home. In his mind, as long as he could have a meal, a bed and a place to sleep, he would call it home. Therefore, Ye Mo Han didn't believe the words that were difficult to change and had never experienced it before. Naturally, he didn't agree with it from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, after a person's death, Ye Mo Han felt that whether he burned or buried them, they could be considered as a form of respect towards the deceased. Due to the special quality of the tent, the fire quickly spread out. The raging flames illuminated the surroundings, causing Ye Wen to feel a burning sensation. The air was instantly filled with a burnt smell.

"Senior." Ye Wen Han's expression became serious as he faced the fire. In your eyes, the grudges between the He family and Ye family have been settled. However, this junior still owes you his life. Maybe you still don't know the relationship between the current jade pavilion and the jade pavilion you have created, and all the grudges and grievances stemmed from it, but I will completely destroy the organization that those three words represent, so as to comfort the souls of those who have died, both directly and indirectly. "

After he finished speaking, Ye Mo Han turned back in the direction he had come from, with his back to Dong Fang Rui. The flame moved further and further away from the two of them, until it disappeared. Dongfang Rui didn't know anything about what had happened recently. Perhaps she only remembered that an old man had approached her and tried to capture her. When she tried to counterattack, she was struck unconscious by that old man. To the others, today's events seemed as if it had never happened before. In fact, no one in the Black Cloth Sect would notice the absence of an old man. Perhaps only when he opened the door would others glance at him. The small people would never attract too much attention, but Ye Mo Han knew that these people could often affect a very big situation. For example, He Qingchuan. His status in the Black Cloth Sect was rather low, but how could the so-called experts of the Black Cloth Sect be able to injure him?

"Where is this place?" Dongfang Rui woke up before Ye Mo Han even reached the door. Her voice was lazy, as if she had just fallen asleep. Then, as if she had thought of something, she asked Ye Mo Han: "Where is the person that ambushed me?"

"He's dead." Ye Mo Han was still carrying Dong Fang Rui as he walked step by step towards Wu Yi Sect. He seemed to be deliberately slowing down because he wanted to tell Dong Fang Rui a long story. It was a very long story, but it was closely related to Ye Mo Han. Of course, that was all about the Jade Pavilion ?