Mr. Ye, do you still remember me?

As the young man finished speaking, the three joss sticks in his hand suddenly burned rapidly and became shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wisps of smoke turned into Dragon-shaped Qi and shot into the eyes of the wooden statue, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Crack ..."

In that instant, the wooden statue trembled violently. Then, the eyes of the originally dead object suddenly opened. They were like two small Golden Suns. They were unstoppable and looked down on everything.

At the same time, an old voice slowly came out of the wooden statue's mouth,""In the end, I still can't avoid it ..."

This voice was extremely long and distant, as if it had crossed time and space and came from the long river. It made people feel respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Plop!"