The singing on the edge of the cliff made the Han people put down their weapons, and even made the Pingpu people who were traitors burst into tears.

"Roddao, give me a decent way to die. Use your knife to send me to the land of the ancestors." Aganon asked to look at his best friend and his best helper.

Rodao stared at the head man's longing gaze in a daze. He stood up tremblingly, raised the long knife in his hand, and cut off the head man's neck with a "pop".

"For the ancestor spirit!"

Rodao stabbed the long sword into the soil, then jumped and threw it off the cliff.

"For the ancestor spirit!"

One by one, the Pingpu people followed Rodao's footsteps and completely dedicated their bodies to the place of growth and to the ancestors.

"Uncle Thirteen, these are real warriors."

The Pingpu people's cliff jumping touched Wei Xuewen, but his thirteenth uncle closed the folding fan in his hand and told him with a expressionless face, "Take people to cut off the head of the savage who jumped off the cliff, and Uncle Thirteenth uncle is going to report the victory to the emperor."

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