The news of Chen Nan's death didn't stir many ripples, after all, besides a few tribes, no one else even knew who Chen Nan was.
However, the entire Moon Tower Dong Village was shrouded in a layer of sadness.
After all, this new Moon Tower Dong Village was precisely Chen Nan's main base, and everyone here had received Chen Nan's assistance.
The person they regarded as hope, as a deity, had now fallen, dealing them a tremendous blow.
At night, the moonlight was as cold as water, spreading over the camp, as if draping a layer of gauze over it.
And in one of the houses, Chang Qing and Ah Yin knelt before the bed, whispering quietly to the person on it.
If there were someone else here, seeing this scene would certainly find it hair-raising, because on the bed was the deceased Chen Nan.
They carefully wiped Chen Nan's hands and cleaned the filth from his body, devout as if they were believers.
