Life and vitality descended upon the land.
The bloodstains that had once stained the village began to vanish, and even the corpses gradually turned into faint glimmers. The light flew toward the houses and reassembled into people.
The young boy in Tian Chen's arms also came alive. His body dissolved and reformed.
When he reappeared, he was still in Tian Chen's arms, but he had regained his breath. What was once dead was alive once again.
Jiang Hao couldn't help but sigh. Today wasn't the eighth day. It was the first day.
The meat in the courtyard had returned to freshness, and the vegetables planted in the ground were teeming with life.
'So, that's why she wouldn't let me eat it.' Everything here ultimately decayed.
Tian Chen carried the child back into the house. Jiang Hao didn't rush. He made tea for Hong Yuye instead.