Some old cherry sunken wooden carriages slowly drove into Yunliu City in the setting sun.

The guards began to pack up as usual, ready to pull up the drawbridge, muttering about why the shift change was so slow.

With just one glance at the clearance papers, they let the carriage carried by an ordinary coachman carrying a young man with a broken arm into the city.

When the carriage walked away, a doorman smiled and said, "It seems that he is a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky and wants to go out for adventure." ”

"That's right, so many rich people who bet that they can go to the reckless barren mountain in the northwest and come back from a tour. ”

"There is for the sake of being strong, there is for the sake of women..."

"Even the government won't send anyone to investigate that barren mountain, and it won't even be shown on the map drawn this year. ”

"Then you say, what is there in that barren mountain?"

"Perhaps, you can ask the lucky man with the broken arm just now... Ha ha. ”

The guards chatted casually, and in the depths of winter, when the sky was twilight, some faint blue cloth began to be smeared with the magnificent evening clouds, and the red slowly darkened and deepened, until the setting sun finally disappeared.

The bright moon rises, casting a bright and clear light on the city near the imperial capital.

For some people, the night is just the beginning of a day's life, the Qinglou painting boat, the demon man and the girl, the young lady, the noise on the street, the laughter and scolding, and the sound of conversation are like shallow waves, coming from the purple peach window.

"This is the taste of the world," Xia Ren sighed.

Carefree laughed, drunk and hazy, but didn't say much.

Xia Ren stared sideways at him, looking at the drunkard who obviously wanted to say something, but had to wait for someone to ask.

I haven't seen him for just over ten days, and his white and angular face is covered with stubble, and he has a down-and-out and decadent temperament.

He finally began to speak, "This is also the prosperity of people who sit in the well and watch the sky. ”

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, all here, so what is outside the well, and what does it have to do with ordinary people?"

"If I had to do it again, I'd rather live an ordinary life like this, knowing nothing... Until death. ”

Xia Ren smiled: "If you live enough, I can send you back now." ”

Wu Wu opened his eyes slightly, and countless negative emotions flashed in his pupils, which could even make people who were not determined to commit suicide.

But this time, he shook his head earnestly.

"Why?"

"Didn't you meet that being?" he leaned against the wall, smiling self-deprecatingly, "and one day, I'll forget everything and become it, or worse... Just become its nourishment. ”

"I'm almost blind, which means that day is not far off... And when you see the world with your own eyes, that feeling is different from seeing it with someone else's. ”

He coughed softly, stood up against the wall, stumbled to the window, and took a deep breath.

"The fragrance of white plums wafting in the dark on this winter night is still as pure as it was a hundred years ago. And when the spring equinox arrives, there will be a sea of purple and red flowers in the mountains. The sweet spring in summer is perfect for barefoot fishing. Although everything withers in mid-autumn, a pot of green ants can still be warmed in the flower garden planted with small daisies... Appreciate it with others. ”

"But the people of the past are gone, and they are rewarded... Not bad either. ”

Xia Ren was silent, the person in front of him lived for a long time... Much more than both of his lives combined.

But, soon he laughed.

In this dark and eerie river and lake, he finally found something warm.

Sometimes, you don't need to say more, you don't need to talk more, you don't need to prove it, you don't need to swear.

He remembered what he had said earlier in the Secret Realm of Nightmare Chess.

"We've been through so much together, and there are some things that if you don't feel it, it's useless for me to say more. ”

Xia Ren suddenly pushed the door out, and when he came back, he was already carrying two jars of wine.

Carefree smiled: "This wine... I had been grinding with the old man in the drunken moon township for several days, but he refused to sell me, saying that he would wait for his daughter's wedding banquet before he would take it out. But his daughter is not only beautiful, but also born obese, and with pockmarks on her face, I thought that there was no hope for life. You... And how did you get it?"

Xia Ren was also laughing, he put a jar of wine in front of Wu Wu with one hand, and he slapped the mud open.

"Haha!" carefree and unpretentious, no more questions.

The moonlight was scorching, and the two raised the altar to drink.

On such a cold winter night, the desperate demon rivers and lakes are also happy to have one person to drink together.

For ordinary people, they are terrifying existences, but compared to those real powers, they are still ants, if they never discover the outside world in their lives, they dominate one side and die of old age, it is not a happy thing.

For worry-free, there are two problems.

First of all, if all the people you know, and the people you know, are dead, is it a joy to be alive?

The Great Dream True Sutra, he had only cultivated to the fourth level, and he was only a grandmaster until now.

He has practiced all kinds of exercises and secret techniques in the world, and he has even reached the point where he is too lazy to practice anymore.

And if you want to truly break through the fourth layer, you need to truly complete the soul transformation.

It's like breaking through the fourth layer of the Purifying Nightmare Technique, you need to complete the Nightmare and kill the person who is most bound to you, of course, it's quite simple.

Perhaps, it is more appropriate to use the analogy of the Sutra of Eternal Life.

The breakthrough of the fourth layer of the Immortal Sutra requires the completion of the blood awakening, which is after the gate of the Immortal Palace is opened once in a hundred years, with the alien blood vermilion fruit condensed on the Immortal Tree as an introduction, after sufficient preparation, it is possible to successfully complete this step and break through to the fifth layer.

And the other curse and resentment scripture in the Four Great Strange Books, the fourth layer is actually not so easy to break through, even if it can be pointed, it cannot be directly forced.

The elites in Tiger Villa only have a ghost hand, and it is already difficult to break through.

And Xia Ren's three ghost hands almost made the chance of a breakthrough extremely slim, but this was obviously not known to him.

As for the first of the four strange books, even the name of that book is buried in a mysterious time period, and the content is even less known, and there are rumors that this book is related to the two forces with the prefix "two" in the rivers and lakes.

However, even if the soul transformation is successful, it is no longer human.

So the second question is, is it acceptable to continue to live but no longer be human?

Maybe the vast majority of people think it's okay, and that's acceptable.

However, worry-free can't accept it.

In essence, he is nothing more than a man who loves life.

And the reason why he still has to find a strong man to make an alliance, so that someone can wake him up after his death, is only for an old-fashioned bridge that can no longer be old-fashioned, and a reason that is too naïve to be naïve.

That night, the same winter night, the woman fell into his arms, covered in blood.

She gasped heavily, but even though death could come at any time, even if she was suffocated in pain, she still found the man she loved so much, and he had death in his eyes.

The two were already familiar enough to the point that they could understand each other's thoughts with a single look.

And when life and death are parting, this feeling is especially strong.

"None... Worried..."

"Don't talk, I'll take you to the doctor! The best doctor in town! You'll be fine!"

"Listen to me... No worries, I love you. ”

"Even if... I'm dead, and a thousand years later, I'll come back... You, you must wait for me. ”

"No! you... Lie to me, you just want me to live well. I won't promise you!"

The woman smiled weakly, her eyes shining like stars on a winter night, she trembled and stretched out her little finger, and said in her usual coquettish and slightly reproachful voice, "Pull the hook." ”

Her eyes were pleading, as if this was her last wish.

The two looked at each other silently, and the streets of the winter night were empty.

The woman's gaze slowly dimmed, as if she was about to close her eyes completely in the next moment.

But she still stubbornly raised her hand, waiting for the other hand, as if she had walked through the early spring trail of Mo Shanghua before, hoping that he would not be so incomprehensible, not so shy, and delay in holding her left hand.

And, she finally looked forward to it.

The hand finally clumsily pulled her little finger up.

And worry-free, but has already burst into tears.

It was for such a naïve promise that he began to wait, waiting to see her again in a thousand years.

This monster who is drunk and dreams of death is actually just a fool who believes in love. 10