C1092 Dacheng

The Rakshasa Ghost's voice rang again, and I was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, watching myself die.

A sense of helplessness came, I even felt like I was resigned to my fate.

"Father, will you come back? Little Nine is waiting for you"

"Su Yue, although I'm dead, you have to take good care of Little Nine."

Suddenly, these two voices rang out in my head