At this moment, the land at the bottom of the abyss was almost completely destroyed, leaving only a piece of pure land.

The formation formation surrounding the Pure Land was still running, and Aoi, who had activated the Heart of Steel, transformed into the Black Bride, suppressing the three executives and brutally killing them all by herself.

Judgment, Tower, and Hermit are already wandering on the line between life and death.

Unfortunately, the corpse stitcher did not display his combat power very well, and the injury to his core of life was far more serious than he imagined.

At this moment, he was lying in the refining formation, vomiting blood. Otherwise, under the combined efforts of the two of them, the three executives would have been killed or injured...

Silently feeling the passage of life, the vision in the corpse stitcher's eyes has become blurred. Looking at Aoi who is charging endlessly on the battlefield, in a daze, the corpse stitcher feels that he has returned to the past...

With her here, she can surely solve them, right?

Ren Jie...will definitely survive, right?

Ahhhh~ so tired...

Just breaking the wall of seclusion has consumed everything he has.

Perhaps only when death comes, can those who sew corpses feel that they have truly lived.

He turned his head to look at the tomb, his vision became increasingly blurry, and he instinctively crawled towards the tomb...

Sorry... we may not be able to continue executing your last command.

But... even in death.

I also want to be closer to you...

Just like it used to be.

The corpse stitcher moved his body little by little, dragging out a bright red blood stain in the field of blooming purple flowers, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Looking at this scene, Aoi had a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

But at this moment, a big hand that was eroded by the mark of the abyss broke out of the grave.

The corpse stitcher was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had seen it wrong...

I saw the big hand breaking open the tomb, and in the tomb, a figure slowly stood up.

His body was covered with abyss engravings, blooming with extremely deep demonic intent. He raised his head and exhaled a breath of demonic aura, breathing in the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time.

Due to the overflow of demonic energy from the Abyss Mark, his level skyrocketed from the fifth level of the Tibetan Realm, to the eighth level of the Tibetan Realm!

And the moment he stood up, the entire space in the abyss collapsed, and the abyss mark on his body lit up with a deep black light,

This figure is none other than Ren Jie!

The tomb was completely opened, and the corpse inside was exposed. Ren Jie showed a sad look in his eyes. He bent down and took out a heart from the chest of the corpse under the shocked gaze of the corpse stitcher.

That heart is so exquisite. The countless gears inside it mesh and rotate. They are a thousand or ten thousand times more precise than the complex mechanical watch movements in the world. It is the crystallization of Yi Chuan's life's hard work.

It is now emitting a gentle light, waiting for its new owner.

The moment Ren Jie took out the puppet heart, Yi Chuan's corpse turned into ashes and dissipated, while the silver ring he wore on his ring finger automatically levitated.

Weared it on Ren Jie's left index finger.

Because the left hand...is closer to the heart.

At this moment, Kui stared blankly as the puppet master's corpse turned into ashes, and then watched the ring put on Ren Jie's hand.

Her expectations... were disappointed, her eyes were full of sadness, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes...

But looking at Ren Jie, she seemed to have made another decision, and her eyes gradually became firm.

Her attacks became more violent, the power of collapse became stronger, and she wanted to vent the sadness in her chest.

The three executives naturally became the target of venting.

Looking at the corpse-stitcher who was lying on the ground vomiting blood and dying soon, Ren Jie walked slowly to him.

He handed the heart to the person sewing the corpse.

"Give…"

The corpse stitcher's eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and there was even a little resentment in his expression.

"Why...why do you do this? You know what he means to me. I don't want it! Cough cough cough~ Pah wow."

That is the heart that belongs to the master. Even if the master is gone, he does not want to desecrate the master's body in the slightest.

A look of helplessness appeared on Ren Jie's face:

"Grandpa Yi is right, you are indeed still having trouble with him..."

The man sewing the corpse was startled, Grandpa Yi? Are you having trouble? How did Ren Jie know this?

Looking at the heart and the ring worn by Ren Jie, the corpse stitcher seemed to realize something...

Ren Jie looked solemn: "Grandpa Yi said...he still owes you a gift, and this puppet heart is it..."

"He has something he wants me to bring to you..."

"Take this heart. Every beat of it represents my longing for you. I have not left, I have just become your heartbeat and will accompany you for the rest of your life..."

Ren Jie conveyed this sentence to the corpse stitcher without missing a word...

The moment he said this, Ren Jie breathed a long sigh of relief.

I conveyed it to him well and lived up to Grandpa Yi's instructions...

I... finally walked out of that grave alive and fulfilled my promise.

And the moment he heard these words, the last stubbornness in the corpse stitcher's heart was defeated.

It turns out...the master has always remembered this incident and remembered to find a better heart for himself.

But he never thought that the heart would come from the owner himself...

Tears burst out of his eyes, and the corpse stitcher could no longer hold back. Looking at the puppet heart, he cried heartbreakingly, and the tears blurred everything in front of him.

In the pure land, the cries of the corpse stitcher echoed, full of his longing for his master in the past sixty years...

Ren Jie's eyes were complicated:

"Grandpa Yi has never cared about you. You were created by him removing his own bones and flesh and using them as the core."

"In Grandpa Yi's eyes, you are more like a son, Kui is the past that he can't let go of, and you... represent hope, and the palms and backs of your hands are all flesh..."

"He once asked me, are you okay... Even though he has been buried for sixty years, he still misses the wanderers outside..."

"Take this heart, he put everything he knew in his life in it, for Grandpa Yi, and also...for yourself..."

"Grandpa Yi has left... He left without regrets, and you... will be the continuation of his life..."

As he spoke, Ren Jie pressed the puppet's heart on the chest of the corpse-stitcher.

The corpse stitcher looked at the heart with tearful eyes, finally integrated it into his chest, and accepted the last gift left to him by his master...

The life core that was almost scrapped was replaced, and the puppet heart began to run wildly the moment it took over.

I saw that the injuries on the nearly broken body of the corpse-stitcher healed rapidly, and a gentle light lit up in his chest, making his whole body feel warm.

Just like the embrace of a father, it makes people feel more at ease than ever before.

The core operating principle of the Corpse Stitcher has also changed, and the version has been updated iteratively, and its momentum has skyrocketed, becoming stronger and stronger!

The endless knowledge contained in the heart of the puppet also poured into the mind of the corpse stitcher like a tide.

At this moment, the corpse stitcher was seen kneeling on the ground, raising his hand and knocking on his chest.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

The puppet's heart was beating powerfully in his chest. The corpse-stitcher clenched his fists, and large tears kept falling from his eyes, falling on the petals of the purple flower.

I saw him bowing deeply towards the grave, hitting his head heavily on the ground, biting his lower lip...
Chapter completed!