Naturally, Po Meng is better than me in her ability to identify the dead.
I laughed loudly and said, then the one who takes him is either an empress or a noble lady. Probably only powerful women can be so greedy.
Well, since we are so destined to dig you out, let me bury you again. Your master was so kind to you in the last life and couldn't bear to leave you. She brought you here. She really buried you.
If you can't take her away, if you have a soul, don't blame her, I said to this corpse.
I carefully used a split bamboo brush to brush away the dirt and dust on his body, and then prepared to wash the hundred-foot red silk in the Wangchuan River, wrapped it carefully, and found a place that seemed to have a smoother flow.
The side of the sand pile buried it.
There is no north or south on the bank of the Styx River, and there is no sun or moon. I took a look and found that the best place is probably on the side of the sand dunes facing the river. This side has wind and water, so it is a good land.
I put the bones on the river bank again, and then I dug out all the red damask and put it aside. There was sand on the red damask, and there were some stains, which looked like dirty lines from being buried for a long time. I didn't expect it.
Yes, there is another long sword exposed under the red silk ribbon!
Cleansing? This name came to my mind.
The hilt made of the trunk of the Migu tree naturally has patterns that can indicate the direction. There are no runes on the sword body, but dark grooves that grow along the sword body. The sword body is three feet, one and a half inches long.
What?
Cleanse the dust!
My chest thumped.
Ghosts have no hearts. I don’t know what made them jump. However, the anger and other things that had been calm for many years washed over my nerves repeatedly. Even a headache that had not happened in three hundred years suddenly came to me.
Come up. Boom~ My head exploded.
I stayed for a long time.
Why is my sword here?
Why is my sword here!?
I can't think of anything in my mind.
If my sword is here, who else could the corpse above be me? I have lived here for three hundred years, and I have never seen anyone bring any bones, so the only possibility is that this corpse belongs to me.
He was already buried here before he got here. Based on these two points, he can only be me who was an immortal before!
Maybe, there is something on this rolled red damask? Po Meng stood with me by the sand pit for a long time, pointing at the red damask I rolled up. Her words were very smooth, just like hitting me on the head with a bamboo pole.
tone of voice.
Seeing that I didn't answer, she added, before you came, there was a woman who stayed with me for four hundred and thirty-eight years. I have always been curious about what she was writing on this roll of red silk, but she didn't let her know anything.
I see. I am not a God who loves gossip, but I am a God who loves curiosity. You know this. Hahaha...
Her smile is fake.
But I was thinking, four hundred and thirty-eight years? So that means...the time when I came to earth was not three hundred and twenty-six years, but... seven hundred and sixty-four years!?
I opened the roll of red damask with trembling hands. The red damask was very long and could cover the entire sand dune. However, there were not many writings on it, only one big word that looked like a watermark: "Yuan".
Fate? I asked in a low voice.
…
Seven hundred and sixty-four years.
I sat calmly in front of Po Meng's stall, reciting this number silently in my heart, but told her that yesterday, the flower I planted bloomed.
Mrs. Meng looked at me with her face proudly in her hands, pushed the first bowl of a pot of freshly made soup in front of me, and asked enthusiastically, "Is it right!? It's open? It's open."
If you don't open it, you're crazy.
She looked very happy, but I couldn't bring up anything. There was no sadness or happiness, and I had even completely let go of my hatred.
I didn't listen to what she said at all. I silently recited the seven hundred and sixty-four years in my mind. I still couldn't figure out how the days that I clearly remembered had been added by four hundred and thirty-eight years for no reason.
Could it be that I am dreaming?
No, I am already dead and do not have such extravagant behavior.
I sighed and said, yesterday, it opened its first petal. In my long life, this is the first time I have seen a flower blooming petal by petal. The flower bloomed very beautifully. The petals were mixed colors and there was light.
It's a little intoxicating, and a little touching... After all, it's fate. I've poured so much water on it over the years, but it's still alive. Since it's not dead, then I'm gone, so don't forget to give it some water.
Water it and don't let it die.
Po Meng thought for a while and said, Mr. Xing, you are confused. This is the Niehaihua. It would be your blessing if he died. If he didn't die, wouldn't your fate with him be endless?
I shook my head gently and looked at the soup in the bowl mixed with nearly half a bowl of coriander. I stirred it over and over again with my chopsticks and frowned. I thought about this for a long time. Watering it to death is different from killing it to death by drought. Watering it to death is different from drying it to death.
To kill him is because I continue to invest my fate into our relationship. If this fate ends, it means that the fate is over, and it should end. But if I deliberately try to kill him, it will be an initiative to kill him.
Its behavior, this behavior is against the law of heaven. If the fate is not over yet, what will happen if it comes back again?
Therefore, I would rather water it to death than dry it to death.
Po Meng thought for a while and said, yes.
So, have you thought about it?
I rolled my eyes at her and said with a smile, I didn't think about it!
Then he picked up the bowl of soup and drank it all.
The face of Mrs. Meng in front of me began to look strange. The last glimmer of clarity in my mind made me stand up and walk towards the bridge where I could not see the other side.
Oh, there's fog on the river and everything is blurry.