The grief-stricken mourning reverberated through the desolate hills and ruined city.
The swarm stopped at the edge of the mountain pass, looking silently at Chu Yunsheng and Dumb Insect.
From loud and miserable roars to grief-stricken mournings, from grief-stricken mournings to bleak and quiet murmurs, Chu Yunsheng slowly lost its insect's voice, but the tears still kept running down from his face and he was still trying to gather bits and pieces of his brothers.
"I can't feel their signals anymore. They are good kids. But as a Min, you should know the meaning of their lives," a vigorous voice came from the west and went straight into Chu Yunsheng's mind.
Chu Yunsheng knew that this voice belonged to the Min in this place, but he didn't want to speak, nor did he want to know why it called him "Min". He just wanted to sit alone and sit quietly on the mountain.