The Shifang City is large enough to accommodate members of the ten major ancient martial arts families and other forces, and it still seems extremely empty.

The Song family found an extremely spacious palace and moved in with everyone.

The sky is getting late and the wind is cold. A bunch of bonfires are lit in the ancient city, adding a lot of popularity.

Lu Fan was assigned to a small side hall to rest.

He needed to be alone for a while, and everyone except Huang Bin was sent away.

In the room.

Lu Fan watched Huang Bin ignit a yellow talisman and placed it between the two of them to light a bonfire.

Then he looked at him and asked, "What do you think is the case with Luo Gusha? Are you really resurrected from the dead?"

Until now, Lu Fan still cannot accept a dead person and can still survive.

First of all, it was because he experienced the pain of losing his father when he was young.

Then not long ago, Zhao Yuelin's death was also a major blow to him.

He has been in deep self-blame.

But if he knew that this world really had a resurrection and could bring the dead back to life.

Then, not only could he not feel better, this self-blame and guilt became increasingly intensified.

He took all the responsibility on himself.

Huang Bin's face was shining under the bonfire, and it was a little gloomy.

But in the eyes of Lu Fan, he raised his head and looked at him: "Since you already have the answer in your heart, why do you still ask me?"

Lu Fan was stunned, then smiled bitterly, "So, I still didn't make enough efforts, right?"

This answer did not make him feel better, but instead he felt like he was stabbed by a knife inside, which hurt particularly.

"Actually, this is not your fault. After all, no one will believe that this is true before meeting the remnants of Kunlun."

Huang Bin said carefully: "Although I have followed my master for many years and have seen a lot, such as the old lady in Maoyan, the zombies in the Western Xinjiang, and some who have been born with memories of the previous life, but I have never seen the cycle of life and death, and the dead are resurrected."

"This was originally something that should have existed in the legend, but it was broken because of the appearance of the remnants of Kunlun."

"And, I think."

Huang Bin looked at Lu Fan: "Instead of living in the grief of death, it is better to cherish the present and let the living around you live well. This is what you should do now, what do you think?"

Lu Fan stared at him in a daze.

Tang Huanxi, Liu Qingqing, Yang Zipei, Hai Ziyuan, Black Butterfly, Jianghe, Mu Kang, Zhang Zihao...

There are many people around him.

And everyone follows themselves, and they are in danger.

Maybe someone will leave him tomorrow.

If at that time, I will still wait until I lose it before I know how to cherish them?

"I see."

Lu Fan took a deep breath, abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes returned to clear: "So now our problem is very simple."

"Luo Gusha."

Huang Bin seemed to be prepared: "If Luo Gusha really resurrected from the dead and was bent over by the remaining ghosts of Kunlun, then after all, he is not a living person. In our name, they should be called the living dead."

"It can also be said that it is a corpse-walking demon!"

The Walking Demon!

When Lu Fan heard these four people, he suddenly felt excited.

A name that seemed to have been forgotten in his mind reappeared!

Jiangnan.

Jinling.

Zhong Family.
Chapter completed!