Fatty and Rouyi finally saw Han Yu's smile again after many years. Fatty felt a pang in his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Rouyi, on the other hand, was already in tears.

Han Yu took a deep breath, preparing to place her hand on the meteorite...

"Wait—a—moment—"

A voice from a dark corner stopped Han Yu.

The speaker's words were slurred, the voice drawn out and mumbled, as if they had a wet rag stuck in their throat.

Holding her breath, Han Yu looked in the direction of the voice—a dark figure was slowly approaching her, and it didn't look human at all.

During this time, Zhao Chenguang didn't urge Han Yu to touch the meteorite. He also peered curiously at the thing that looked neither human nor ghost, observing the black figure's next move.

The top of the black figure seemed to be a blurry mess, with two leg-like things sticking out on either side.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap..." The black figure hobbled towards Han Yu.

When the black figure reached Han Yu, she could finally see its true face.

It was An Wenshan, who had been almost blown in half by the grenade. His bloody, mangled appearance shocked Han Yu.

An Wenshan's entire right arm was gone, blown off along with part of his shoulder blade, leaving the bone sticking out. One of his legs had been injured by shrapnel from the grenade, bleeding profusely. He could only hobble along, one difficult step after another.

Even more terrifying was An Wenshan's face. Half of it was gone, the skin missing, exposing the bloody jawbone and teeth. Around his right eye socket hung a few strands of charred flesh, swaying with An Wenshan's movements. The eyeball of his right eye had popped out of its socket but was held by a thin membrane, swinging with the strands of flesh.

Han Yu was startled by his ghastly appearance.

"Wait—a—moment—"

An Wenshan repeated these three words haltingly, approaching Han Yu and forcing her to move a short distance away from the meteorite.

An Wenshan slowly raised his left hand, gently placed it on Han Yu's shoulder, and then patted it hard. "Dr. Han—Han—, I'm—I'm—a—dying—man—, might—as—well—let—me—go—first—"

An Wenshan's voice was completely distorted. Heaven knows how much effort it took for him to say those words.

Seeing An Wenshan like this, Han Yu suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

If Li Decha was her confidant who spent day and night with her, An Wenshan was just a handy tool.

Before this, Han Yu had thought how great it would have been if it had been An Wenshan, not Li Decha, who had detonated the grenade and died together with the white-haired monster.

But now, her feelings towards An Wenshan had undergone a subtle change.

An Wenshan, once such a proud man, had become like this. An invincible warrior, a killer who could stop the Buddha and kill the Buddha, had ended up like this. It was truly lamentable.

An Wenshan was now desperate for death, and Han Yu could understand his feelings.

Han Yu nodded to An Wenshan, "Okay... then you go first."

An Wenshan's hand remained on Han Yu's shoulder for a long time, as if using it as support to keep himself from falling.

After hearing Han Yu's reply, An Wenshan raised his hand and no longer held onto Han Yu's shoulder.

The moment An Wenshan's hand left Han Yu's shoulder, he suddenly lost his balance and fell towards Han Yu. His palm accidentally pressed on Han Yu's abdomen, almost causing her to be unable to withstand the force and be knocked to the ground.

Han Yu was pushed by An Wenshan, losing her balance, but she still tried to support An Wenshan, and finally managed to prevent both of them from falling to the ground.

After regaining his balance, An Wenshan placed his hand on Han Yu's shoulder again. He suddenly patted Han Yu's shoulder heavily once, and then quickly patted it three times.

After that, An Wenshan gently pushed Han Yu away, squeezing a mumbled "thank you" from between his teeth.

This was the first time Han Yu had heard him say thank you since she had known An Wenshan.

In fact, this was the first time An Wenshan had said "thank you" since he was born.

After about three seconds, An Wenshan touched the warm yellow meteorite, a symbol of death, without hesitation.

This was a warrior, his life's last brilliance.