"I wonder, if I were to put on a bridal gown, would I be prettier than Mugua? What do you think, braised noodles."
"You would be, your boss is the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Braised noodles, when will you marry me?"
"Braised noodles, your name really doesn't sound nice, from now on let's call you Jiang Shoushuang. That's settled then, okay?"
"Sigh, I really want to see the sunrise tomorrow morning."
"..."
The girl kept talking to herself, hoping to remain conscious.
Her voice grew weaker and weaker.
"Braised noodles..."
A gust of wind blew, the girl went silent, and turned into stone.
Jiang Shouzhong stood with his mouth open, screaming silently.
In the extreme agony and despair, tendrils of dark death qi stealthily seeped out, coiling around the man.
And some of this death qi was absorbed into the statue.
The wind and sand continued to howl ceaselessly, like a mournful song across the wasteland, constantly sweeping over this desolate place.
