When the tranquility of Zhangjiacun was torn apart by a sudden storm, Wuxie struggled to wake up from a coma. The pain of the wound and the tragedy before her eyes intertwined into an unspeakable grief.He staggered to his feet. Wherever he looked, there was blood and remains of his own people. The place where laughter and laughter used to be turned into a dead purgatory.His innocent heart was like a knife, and self-blame came like a tide. He knew that all this was due to his own negligence.On the edge of despair and anger, he seemed to hear Zhang Qiling's silent reproach and condolences. The complex emotions contained in the silence became a light deep in his heart, guiding him forward.
Realizing that he could not save the situation by himself, Wuxie was determined to turn to the purest blood of the Zhang family for help.Zhang Haike's old words echoed in his ears, mentioning the Degas and Zhang family, there may be hope to fight against Zhang Nian.With persistence in life and desire for justice, Wuxie endured the pain and embarked on the journey again, returning to Niles, vowing to find Degas' Zhang family, jointly uncover the secret of the Night King, and save the lives of Zhangjia Village.The dead seek justice.