Sir Ares,Goodnight!

After a day and a night of rescue, Zhan Shan still failed to keep his life and died in bed.

The old man personally presided over Zhan Shan's funeral. On that day, the villagers put up Zhan Shan's corpse with wood, the monks chanted scriptures around Zhan Shan's corpse, and the women in white and plain clothes danced around Zhan Shan's corpse to see Zhan Shan off.

Zhanshan's daughter, Zhuma, kneels in mourning clothes in front of Zhanshan's body. Crying with rain.

The old master read out with solemn and sad tone: "Zhan Shan, although life is short, it is as bright as summer flowers. He has made great contributions to the end of the world. He is the great hero of the end of the world and the patron saint of Everest. Now, let's bid farewell to our patron saint with the highest respect. "

"From today on, there will be no patron saint for Everest. Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Zhan Shan gave birth to a bright and lively Juma. Juma is not only beautiful, but also skillful in medicine. As the only descendant of Zhanshan, I, on behalf of the villagers of yujiazhai village 108, awarded Zhuma the title of "saint of Everest". I hope that the saint will continue her father's selfless dedication and contribute to the safety of Mount Everest. "

The villagers immediately cheered.

"Zhuma, Zhuma..." a loud and powerful cheers, across the hills, reverberated in the valley.

As if the existence of the saint is the continuation of the patron saint. With the saint, we can keep Everest safe forever. However, they neglected the danger hidden behind Zhan Shan's death. It was the powerful dark forces challenging the end of the world.

How can a mere Saint stop the development of history?

Soon, the fire under the wooden frame started a prairie fire on the high wooden frame, burning the body of Zhan Shan.

Juma suddenly cried out, "Abba."

The villagers took her and comforted her: "Zhuma, let your father leave at ease."

Juma cried bitterly, "Dad, you can't leave me. What shall I do when you're gone? "

"Abba..." Juma's grief spilled over her body.

Zhan hanjue and Zheng Ling look at Zhan Shan, which is burned by the fire. They had experienced the pain of parting with their loved ones, and they also held deep sympathy for Juma at the moment.

After the funeral, Juma staggered to Zhan hanjue, raised a tearful face and said sadly, "brother Zhan, my father entrusted me to you before he died. I want to know, is your promise still true? "

Zhan hanjue said: "since I have promised your father, I will not break my promise."

Zheng Ling stared at Zhan hanjue in disbelief.

Juma plans to marry him. He should avoid her. How can he take the initiative to take care of Juma?

Zheng Ling wants to know how Zhan hanjue is going to take care of Zhu Ma?

When Zhuma heard that Zhan hanjue was willing to take care of him, she was very happy and said, "since brother Zhan promised my father to take care of me for the rest of my life, please marry me. After that, Zhuma will have to rely on elder brother Zhan. "

The villagers cheered, "marry a saint, marry a saint!"

Zhan hanjue

Zhan hanjue's face showed hesitation and entanglement.

Today is the funeral of Zhan Shan. He really doesn't want to give the vulnerable Juma a heavy blow on this special day.

But for a moment and a half, he didn't want to politely refuse Juma's excuse.

Zheng Ling's hand came out of Zhan hanjue's arm, and he looked at him bitterly. Word by word, he said

"If you want to marry her, give me the divorce agreement first."