Although there is frozen meat in the storeroom, meat that has been frozen for many days is not as delicious as fresh meat.
Wuming immediately returned to the tunnel and spent a lot of time cutting the strange animal to his feet. Then he cut the animal into eight pieces, transported them to the ground piece by piece, and then carried it into the kitchen.
Half an hour later, a strong aroma wafted out of the kitchen and filled the entire house.
Wuming came out with a plate of delicious meat and placed it on the table in the living room. He rubbed his hands and then said with a smile: "It smells so good..."
He maintained a smile on his face, but gradually his mood began to feel low. He looked outside the door for a long time, and finally sighed slightly. The smell was really good, but eating alone was too lonely.
"..."
Wuming was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized that his mental state was not right.
It's only been so many years, why does he feel lonely?
Something is wrong.
This may also be one of the tests.
Wuming took a deep breath, forced himself to cheer up, and then picked up the chopsticks and ate the meat in big bites.
After eating the meat, he took out the diary and looked at it page by page, trying to make his heart full to combat the feeling of loneliness in his heart.
For a moment just now, he really felt as if there was a big hole in his chest, and his breathing became not so smooth.
"I want to win!"
After Wuming read the diary, he stood up and shouted with a serious expression, shouting out all the negative emotions in his heart.
But when he sat down again, that feeling quietly appeared again, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The paradise of the dead house... In a sense, there is no paradise in the dead house."
This is actually hell.
A small, beautiful, and suitable hell for seclusion.
Wuming walked outside the house, simply sat on the grass, and gradually closed his eyes and meditated.
He did not use any meditation method, but adopted the most common meditation method in Pearl City in the past, emptying his mind and having no thoughts or self.
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Floating islands.
Wang Zong's self-discipline is terrifying, and his will is as unshakable as steel.
Even in the past thirty, forty, or fifty years, he will not waver at all, because these sufferings are nothing to him who has been practicing for many years.
In order to have an invincible body, the pain he experienced in the past was much more intense than it is now.
However, I don't know which day it was when he thought of his wife.
His wife used to be so beautiful, lovely, well-educated, gentle and virtuous. Except for the one betrayal, she didn't seem to have any shortcomings.
In fact, he could choose to forgive, but he didn't have to kill her.
No.
He never regrets the choices he makes.
Wang Zong slapped himself hard and felt so ashamed that he actually wavered.
This is definitely part of the test, but it is he himself who is shaken. After leaving here, he must kill all his wife's peers in the world to prove his Taoist heart!
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Da da da da da!
In his fiftieth year, Wuming fell in love with noisy things.
He used his superb carpentry skills to create a clock that could make sounds, making a noisy sound every second.
All stationary things became very boring in his eyes. He liked to see things that could not move originally, so he raised many blind fish and occasionally fed them to watch the blind fish fight for food by following the smell.
He kept a blind crocodile and liked the lively way it chased him and bit him.
"This level is too abnormal."
Wuming sat on the roof, watching the sun gradually setting in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.
There are wrinkles all over his face. Although he is still very healthy due to exercise, aging is inevitable. With gray hair, he has many perspectives on age and life that he did not have in the past.
In fact, although he has lived for a long time, he has never aged. His young body has always given him a young mentality. He will know more and more because he lives longer, and he will also understand people's hearts because he lives longer.
, but only my own heart is always young.
At this level, he experienced the feeling of aging.
The body's metabolism is getting slower and slower. Every morning when he wakes up, he is no longer as strong as a pillar in the sky. His physical strength will decrease little by little, as if there is some invisible and intangible force taking away his vitality.
And compared to the past, he is more susceptible to illness and his life has become more fragile.
His memory deteriorated further, and sometimes he would even forget to read the diary, and would only remember it after seeing it many days later.
In order to avoid making the same mistake again, he has now tied the diary to his right hand and must read it every day before moving around.
He doesn't know what Wang Zong's situation is. Anyway, he can only do his best now. No matter what the victory or defeat is at this level, he has already reached the limit of what he can do.
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Sixty years.
Wang Zong walked out of the house with difficulty. He glanced at the sun and then found a place to bask in the sun.
There is no way to continue exercising because his body does not allow him to continue exercising. It can also be said that exercising now will only shorten his life and will not make him healthier.
A short walk and some sunshine are the most suitable activities for him at the moment.
"Is Wuming dead or not?"
Wang Zong was sitting on a chair, basking in the sun, always having a doubt in his heart.
He suspected that Wuming had died a long time ago, but this level would not stop because of Wuming's death, but would wait until he died.
After all, the longer you live, the richer your rewards will be.
He didn't believe that Wuming had such strong willpower as him, and even suspected that Wuming had died decades ago.
The problem is that he has no evidence to prove that Wuming is dead, so he can only try his best to stay alive, so he often asks, is Wuming dead?
"Dead or not?"
Wang Zong closed his eyes and gradually felt his body getting a little cold.
This kind of coldness cannot be dispelled by the sun. He realized that something was wrong, so he wanted to get up and go back inside, but he couldn't open his eyes and he didn't have the strength.
Finally, he passed away quietly on the recliner.
The sun was still setting slowly in the west, the wind was blowing through the trees, everything was as before, but he did not get up from the lounge chair like before.
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Seventy-eighth year.
Wuming has turned into a skinny old man.
He was just like the fat house back then, relying entirely on canned food to survive, and he stopped taking care of the vegetable garden a few years ago because he was too weak.
Both the blind fish and the blind crocodile had died many years ago, and he felt that he was about to die, but when he thought of Wang Zong, he couldn't take a breath, and he held on tightly, not wanting to die.
"How can Wang Zong live so well? Is it true that good people don't live long, but disasters last for thousands of years?"
Wuming sat on the sofa in the living room, opened a can, crushed it with a spoon, and ate it bit by bit. His teeth had long since fallen out, and he couldn't eat it without grinding the food into a paste.
The feeling of aging is so painful.
If it wasn't for the purpose of defeating Wang Zong, Wuming would definitely not have such perseverance.
After lunch, he lay on the sofa and slowly fell asleep smelling the ubiquitous old man's smell. Finally, his breathing gradually became weak and died without any problem.