"You've got almost half an hour left." I stabbed the second needle through the Baihui acupoint on top of her head: "After half an hour, you won't remember anything." By the way, you didn't have the surname Wu, your surname was Liu, right? Well, you're almost 100 years old this year, aren't you? After half an hour, there will be no Mrs. Mingyue in this world, and there will be no such person as Wu Zhen. There is only one old Granny Liu...... Well, if you remember your surname Liu at that time. ”

Wu Zhen couldn't help but tremble again.

What is her greatest fear?

As a person who practices illusion, she is most afraid of losing the skills and strength that she relies on. As a woman, she is afraid of aging.

She still looks like a man in her twenties, and that's been maintained by drugs and power. Once she loses these, she will immediately age.

I wasn't joking with her, and she understood that it was the last minute.

The third needle was pricked in the chest, and Wu Zhen slid off the chair, paralyzed and collapsed there.

By this time, she didn't beg for mercy or curse. Anyway, those are useless, and it may also accelerate the loss of energy, making the last moment even shorter.

"I didn't expect it...... Today is actually my death. ”

I turned my head to look outside the cabin, and the moonlight was cold.

"I didn't know when I would die."

Wu Zhen leaned against the bulkhead and suddenly smiled: "How did we become what we are today?" Sometimes I dream about yesterday in my dreams, and I just feel like I was yesterday. ”

"That's because you didn't have a happy life later, right?"

She was stunned and didn't deny it: "Yes, since I got married, I haven't lived a happy day." ”

The cabin was silent, and only the sound of the rushing water could be heard.

"You...... Can you let me see that magic weapon again? ”

I glanced at her.

Her tone was flat: "Even if I am a ghost." ”

I flipped my palm, and there was a glimmer of light in the dimness. The Phantom Pearl appeared, dripping and circling.

"At the beginning...... Wen Fei promised, if I find the magic weapon on your body, it will be mine. But I didn't find ...... The whole mountain was almost over, but it was not found. ”

"The moment I hit the sword, it was gone." I looked at the pair of beads: "Why do you want to get it like that?" ”

"Do you need to talk about that? This is the relic of the Phantom Immortal Zhen Hui. Who in the world doesn't want to become an immortal? You ......" She was suddenly startled, looking at me with a different gaze, half-open mouth almost forgetting to breathe: "You ......"

She said a few times in a row, but she didn't know what came to mind, even though her face was stiff and she couldn't move. The gaze is extremely complicated, frightened, and frightened. Focus. I don't know what exactly she had in mind, she asked herself.

"You...... Have you already ...... Got a glimpse of the fairy road? ”

What the?

I didn't react for a moment.

Then I understood why she looked at her like that, why she thought that.

Coming back from the dead has always been a myth and a strange tale, and the world always has such a legend. But no one has really seen it, and they can't tell why this happened.

Why did I come back from the dead? Why is my spirit immortal?

Even I don't understand it myself.

Everyone in the world wants to become an immortal, but where is the road to becoming an immortal? What is it like to become an immortal? No one can tell.

"I don't know."

Her gaze searched my face.

I didn't have to lie to her at this point, and she knew I was telling the truth.

"Is it at all?" She muttered to herself, as if she were asking me, as if she were asking herself.

Is it or not?

I looked at my hands. The moonlight shines through. The fingers are a little faintly white, and they don't look real.

What is real and what is illusion?

What about becoming an immortal? What if you don't become an immortal?

I know I'm real now. My loved ones, lovers, are also real, and that's enough.

People live in the world, and it seems that they can have a lot. But at the end of the day, we realized that the things we cherish most are actually within reach. It's just that we've been blind to it before.

If I hadn't died once, I might still not understand.

After being quiet for a while, Wu Zhen suddenly asked, "How long do I have left?" ”

The golden needle had just submerged into her body, but now it had gradually retreated outward, and the one in the center of her eyebrows had faded to the end, falling down, and making a clanging sound on the deck.

"There's also a cup of tea."

She hummed and said, "Help me up, I want to see the moon." ”

I slowly reached out and helped her up.

At such a moment, the needle on the top of the head had already withdrawn and slipped off.

"Truth...... Just like the first time we went down the mountain. She looked into the distance and said like a dream.

yes, really.

The moon, the river, the boat.

"Actually, I've regretted it, many times. But it is useless to regret it, the wrong things that have been done cannot be erased and restarted, and the dead cannot be resurrected. I tried my best to tell myself that I don't regret it, that I can't regret it. I also kept telling myself that I was not wrong, it was not that I was too greedy and vain, it was that others owed me, sorry for me......" Tears rolled down her eyes and slowly down her cheeks, and in the moonlight, those two tear stains were also silver.

"Most of those tragic cases were committed by Yue Tong and Wen Fei, I don't know where Yue Tong got the recipe for the Night Gu, but after the Night Stone Vine was destroyed, she couldn't cultivate it anymore. The one in Leijiazhuang a while ago should be the last one, and no one in this world should die of this strange Gu in the future......"

"I can't help you." Wu Zhen said: "I'm even more sorry for my father." If I hadn't been taken in by my father, I would have died a long time ago, and there shouldn't have been such a person as Wu Zhen in the world......"

"Remember when we went up to the mountains to pick flowers? In the spring, there are people in the mountains who sing mountain songs......" she hummed softly: "March 3, peach blossoms are like brocade, willows are like smoke-"

I hummed along, too.

"On March 3, the butterflies danced by the water......

On March 3, you and I met for a total of 100 years......"

The third golden needle also completely withdrew from her body.

Wu Zhen's face seemed to have passed through the past few decades in an instant, wrinkles crawled all over her face, her hair quickly turned gray, and her body fell slumped.

We used to laugh and hold hands to flutter butterflies and pick flowers. Learn words and read together. With my father in his hands and a bamboo pole in his hands, we looked at each other in an attempt to fool him by......

I easily opened my hand and placed the drooping old woman in the chair.

Wu Zhen is gone.

Her memory, her skill...... Everything has gone up in smoke.

The river has flowed in a tumultuous manner, and has not changed from ancient times to the present.

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This chapter has been written for almost a day, and I am still not satisfied.