The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The photo shows him standing by the training field, carrying a coffin on his back and holding a sickle in his hand. The angle of the photo is quite good, even more pleasing to the eye than his ID photo.

The only problem is that the photos are black and white.

The student council members held the photo frame, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.

"Chen, Chen Guan, this..."

Chen Guan walked over and took the photo frame.

He looked at it for two seconds.

"The filming is alright."

The student council members were almost in tears.

"We were going to take it down, but someone said, 'You're back in person, so we can get your autograph and make it into an exhibit for the college's crisis education program.'"

"This post is very popular, and countless students have chosen to upvote it."

"We have no choice. The student union is just a bunch of people who get things done. We can't go against public opinion, but we have to follow the procedures."

The members immediately added a disclaimer: "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to. We're just here to take a photo, to leave a record of our work."

Chen Guan: "???"

An Changqing's hand rested on the scabbard, and he suddenly felt an urge to hit someone: "Who said that?"

The student council members' voices grew softer and softer.

"A poll initiated by an anonymous forum user."

Long Ao frowned: "Anonymous users can also be searched."

Situ Ming's temple twitched.

"Is your student union's current focus getting autographs on portraits of living people who have passed away?"

The student council members held their notebooks, not daring to speak, while An Changqing's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot.

Chen Guan turned the photo frame around and looked at the blank space behind it.

Do you have a pen?

The corridor fell silent immediately.

An Changqing turned to look at him.

"Are you really signing?"

Chen Guan said, "Since we're already here..."

Situ Ming felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

"Chen's coffin!"

Chen Guan had already taken the pen from the student council member and written a line on the back of the photo frame.

He didn't write quickly.

Several people gathered around to look.

Behind the picture frame, there was a line of neat characters.

[I have read this and will not use it at this time.]

Hong Yuan burst out laughing.

The student council members held the photo frame, unsure whether to pick it up or put it down, feeling quite awkward.

"Who the hell started this poll?!" he roared inwardly.

Also, why is the student council president here?!

An Changqing looked at the words and finally raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Situ Ming pointed at the coffin, too angry to speak.

"You'll drive this old man to the hospital sooner or later."

Chen Guan handed the pen back: "Teacher, we're in the infirmary now."

Situ Ming: "..."

The atmosphere in the corridor, which had finally eased up, was completely disrupted by those words.

Before the laughter had completely subsided, Chen Guan's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He glanced down at it.

It was a video request from Su Yuehe.

As soon as Chen Guan pressed the call button, a scene of snow and wind in the northern borderland appeared on the screen.

Su Yuehe's face quickly came into view.

Her hair was a little messy, and her face was covered in snow. Behind her, the runic lights of the temporary war zone could be vaguely seen, and Yin Chen, wearing a coat, was standing in the distance, talking to someone with his head down.

Su Yuehe remained silent when she saw the coffin.

She stared at the screen for a long time.

It took so long that even An Changqing, who was standing nearby, noticed and took half a step forward.

Chen Guan spoke up: "I'm in the medical building, I've already been checked."

Su Yuehe's lips moved slightly: "Where's the report?"

Chen Guan looked at An Changqing.

An Changqing took out the report and waved it at the screen.

After Su Yuehe saw the words "long-term observation is recommended" on the sign, she finally spoke.

"Chen Guan, stop scaring people."

Chen Guan held his phone, the corridor light falling on the screen, the reflection cutting his face into two parts of light and shadow.

He originally intended to use his usual methods to get by.

For example, the ocean floor is too deep.

For example, if your phone breaks.

For example, they've already returned.

But Su Yuehe looked at him through the screen, her eyes a little red, but she didn't cry.

But this is even more troublesome than crying.

Chen Guan was silent for a moment, then said, "Try your best."

Su Yuehe looked at him.

"Not as much as possible."

Chen Guan changed his mind and said, "Okay."

Barr, who was standing next to him, was silent for two seconds.

Then He let out an ambiguous laugh in His mind.

"Oh, so you're actually backing down now?"

Chen Guan did not reply to him.

Since his return, all the things he has done are simply to prevent others from treating him as something fragile.

Su Yuehe seemed to finally relax, and she turned her phone slightly.

Yin Chen appeared in the frame.

He was holding a document, and his expression was much more serious than usual.

"Boss Chen, something's happened in the North. You'd better listen to this."

An Changqing lowered his eyebrows.

"What is it?"

The wind behind Yin Chen became even more chaotic.

Someone in the distance shouted to tighten the blockade, and rune lamps lit up one after another.

Hongyuan's shoulder was wrapped in bandages, and the axe was leaning against the wall. She moved closer to the screen.

"Another beast tide is coming to the North?"

Yin Chen shook his head: "The beast tide has receded by half."

These words, however, did not relieve the people in the corridor.

If it were just a beast tide, Yin Chen wouldn't have used this tone.

It's probably something more troublesome.

Yin Chen turned the camera behind him.

The scene moves through the temporary camp's defenses, past a row of lit blockade runes, and finally stops on a valley covered in snow.

In the center of the valley, there is a coffin.

A black coffin.

The coffin was half-buried in the snow, with old patterns carved on the exposed part. The surrounding snow had been burned with a blackened edge. Several Northern Guards stood at a distance, and no one dared to approach.

The corridor fell silent.

Chen Guan looked at the screen.

Long Ao also looked at the coffin behind Chen Guan.

Then I looked back at the mouthful on the screen.

"This thing looks a bit like yours, doesn't it?"

Chen Guan remained silent for a moment.

"You can remove the 'points'."

Hong Yuan frowned: "You have brothers?"

Chen Guan glanced at her: "Even if I did, there's no family tree in the coffin."

Despite saying that, Chen Guan's expression remained solemn.

The coffin was given to him by the system. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be an identical one in the world. Moreover, the coffin is made of black iron. Who would be so generous as to create an identical one and place it in the Northern Territory?

Baal laughed out loud in the mental space.

"Interesting, very interesting. You just withdrew your own obituary, and the North sent you a coffin just like it. Who's so polite? Sending a gift to the war zone?"

Chen Guan did not respond to His words.

On the screen, Yin Chen raised his hand to block the flying snowflakes and continued, "Half an hour ago, the beast tide retreated, and we thought the defense line was stable. But then this thing emerged from under the snow, and all the surrounding monsters avoided it."

"The material is definitely black iron."

Chen Guan stared at the coffin on the screen without saying a word.

The object was buried in the snow of the North, with a black mark burned around its edge. The old patterns on the coffin surface were dulled by the wind and snow, and even through the screen, it exuded a chilling aura.

An Changqing, standing to the side, spoke first: "You don't recognize him?"

Chen Guan gripped his phone tighter, his brow furrowed: "I don't know him."

Hongyuan frowned, the axe still resting on her shoulder: "But look at its appearance, it looks quite similar to the one behind you, just a bit old."