After a day and night of resuscitation, Zhan Shan still could not survive and passed away in bed.

The old man personally presided over Zhanshan's funeral. On that day, the villagers used wood to set up Zhanshan's body. The monks chanted sutras around Zhanshan's body, and women in white plain clothes danced around Zhanshan's body to say goodbye.

Occupying mountains.

Zhanshan's daughter Zhuma, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt in front of Zhanshan's body. She cried so hard that it was like rain.

The old man read out in a solemn and sad tone: "Zhan Shan, although his life was short, was as bright as a summer flower. He has made great contributions to the end of the world. He is a great hero of the end of the world and the patron saint of Mount Everest. Now, let us

Farewell our patron saint with the highest respect."

"Zuma, Zhuma..." high-pitched and powerful cheers crossed the hills and echoed in the valleys.

It seems that the existence of the saint is the continuation of the patron saint. With the saint, Mount Everest can remain safe forever. But they have neglected the danger hidden behind the death of Zhanshan, which is the powerful dark force challenging the end of the world.

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"From today on, there will no longer be a patron saint on Mount Everest. But fortunately, the Zhanshan couple gave birth to the smart and lively Zhuma. Zhuma is not only beautiful, but also has superb medical skills and extraordinary abilities. As Zhanshan

The only descendant of Zhuma, on behalf of the people of Yujiazhai No. 108 Village, I confer the title of "Saint Girl of Mount Everest" on Zhuma. I hope that the saint can continue her father's spirit of selfless dedication in the future and dedicate her strength to the safety of Mount Everest.

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The villagers immediately burst into cheers.

Zhuma suddenly shouted frantically, "Abba."

The villagers pulled her and comforted her: "Zuma, let your father leave in peace."

And how can a mere saint stop the development of the long river of history?

Soon, the flames under the wooden frame spread to the higher wooden frame, burning the body of Zhanshanxian Fengdaogu.

Zhan Hanjue and Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Shan who was burned by the flames with solemn expressions. They had personally experienced the pain of farewell to their loved ones, and at this moment, they also had deep sympathy for Zhuma.

After the funeral, Zhuma staggered up to Lord Zhan Han, raised a face full of tears, and said miserably: "Brother Zhan, before my father died, he entrusted me to your care. I want to

I know, does your promise still hold true?"

Zhuma cried heartbrokenly, "Abba, you can't leave me. What will I do if you leave?"

"Abba..." Zhuma's grief overflowed from her body.

Zhuma deliberately wanted to marry him. He should be avoiding her, so why would he take the initiative to take care of Zhuma?

Zheng Ling wants to know how Zhan Hanjue plans to take care of Zhuma?

Zhan Hanjue said: "Since I promised your father, I will not break my promise."

Zheng Ling stared at Lord Zhan Han in disbelief.

Lord Zhan Han: "..."

Zhan Hanjue looked hesitant and confused.

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. From now on, Zhuma will only have Brother Zhan to rely on."

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

Today was Zhanshan's funeral, and he really didn't want to give the fragile Zhuma a heavy blow on this special day.

But for a while, he failed to think of an excuse to politely refuse Zhuma.

Zheng Ling took out her hand from Zhan Hanjue's arm and looked at him with a resentful look. She said loudly every word:
Chapter completed!