But Ye Fengsheng's answer surprised everyone.
He watched how people rubbed their noses, their faces seeming unchanged, nodded, and said, "Have you completed the scenery? Compared to the storm, what is this surprise?
Nothing at all!
The student waved his hand, looking at the sorrow and anger on the deceived descendants' faces: "This place is not only worse than being in a terrible storm, but there is no place on the road that matches the storm I felt!"
"Then go home and don't come out."
Ye Fengsheng looked down at the corpse. Return this old thing and the rotten flesh to me, or the entire mountain will revert to its original state. If I find any sign of struggle…
More than half a century ago, Ye Fengsheng smiled faintly at the middle-aged man: "You are very clean."
"That's it."
