Wei Wuxing suddenly began to sing—"The funeral of a rose, burying memories of you, feeling my hands numb, unable to help myself..."
The melody was quite unusual, something the Chicken had never heard before, but Wei Wuxing sang with great passion and emotion.
"Peacock, this is the song I wrote for you, to commemorate you and our feelings."
As he spoke, a tear of sorrow fell from his Mediterranean hair.
Chicken couldn't help but praise, "Boss, you can compose songs and make them sound so beautiful."
Wei Wuxing shrugged and said, "Of course, it's impromptu."
Naturally, he hadn't written the song, nor was it impromptu, but he had heard it in a Divine Cave from a mysterious iron device, making it unforgettable.
Who else but him could find and hear such a thing? It might as well have been created by him.
"Let's go, let's get to work."
As Wei Wuxing spoke, he already stood on the three Ghost Children.
