He is not my biological child, we are both relics of our hometown. He is the grandson of the teacher. I don’t know what kind of love allowed the teacher to hold on to his last breath after being stabbed 4 times and wait until I found him when I came to collect herbs. After he told me where the child was hiding, he left without saying a word.
From now on, this is my son, this is my life.
But I can't take my life-threatening disease seriously. When he was just born, he just had some heart palpitations. As long as he took the medicine on time, he could survive. It wasn't serious.
But when the village was massacred, he was hidden for nearly a whole day without food or water, and he and I went through a hard time afterwards, which caused his condition to worsen. When he was eight years old, no matter how good the medicine was, it could not guarantee that his condition would not get worse.
I can't let my life end, at least not before I die.
I began to seek help from immortals. I had heard that there were people in the world who had the ability to return to the immortal world after death. I sent people to look for the legendary treasures, and at the same time, I built my son's tomb according to the immortals' words.
Later I caught a snake that had a whole clan of them, which was really great.
I followed the advice of the master and decided to use it as the center of the formation to transfer energy to my son. I used the Miao people's Gu to control the corpses of those who had just been killed in his tribe to guard the outermost layer.
Later I thought, my son likes raccoons, but raccoons are too weak, so I caught a few tigers to guard the cemetery to keep my son company.
There was a long-lived locust tree where I built the mausoleum. I heard that it nourishes yin, so I built my son's tomb behind it. I hope that after my son is resurrected, he will have the most suitable material for possession.
Then came my son's tomb. Thanks to the fact that this world was so hard, I was a general who had recaptured lost land with honor, and the emperor indulged me. I spent countless efforts to find hundreds of men who were willing to sacrifice themselves and cooperate with the soldiers to seal their souls in their bodies to guard the tomb, while waiting for my son to wake up.
Then there is my son’s cemetery. When I finished building this place, it was almost his tenth birthday. The imperial physician said that he would not be able to celebrate his birthday. It doesn’t matter, this is just a temporary period, and I will make up for all his future birthday presents.
I also wanted to build a bridge to immortality behind the palace, but my son was unable to get out of bed, so he stopped me.
He looked at me with those clear eyes and said, "Mother, I don't want to go to the tomb. I want to stay with you."
He said: "Mother, when you die, we will turn into ashes and scatter them into the sea to travel."
He still remembers that I actually dreamed of taking him traveling around and seeing the sea.
I said we'll go together when you come back to life.
He asked me: "Mother, do you really believe that there is a way to bring back the dead and prolong life in this world?"
I was speechless in his clear eyes. How could it be possible, but I didn't want to accept my fate.
My son is less than ten years old. He has been kind since he was young. He is good to his neighbors and servants. He loves this world so much. Why do you treat him like this? Why do you treat me like this?
But my son doesn't want me to be obsessed with it anymore, he's afraid that I'll get into a really wrong path if I get too obsessed. I told him that I'm actually such a person who doesn't care what it takes, but my son said, "Mom, you always say I'm good, you raised me."
I had no choice. My son said so, so I stopped.
But the cemetery cannot be built in vain. Remembering that there are tomb robbers in this world, I decided to be naughty one last time and play a trick on them.
There is no positive body in the tomb. My son's coffin is empty. The material of the coffin is the ash of a very special tree. When there is no temperature, it will stick together very firmly. Once there is temperature, it will immediately disintegrate and turn into powder again. Moreover, once an ash disintegrates around it, all the solid objects around it that are safe and sound will sense it and disintegrate at the same time.
Of all the gifts, only the one hundred years old one on the outside was made of normal wood. I was curious, would the greedy tomb robbers find it? But I didn't have the chance to know.
This is my last trick. When my son died, I followed him. For so many years, I have been trapped in the day when the village was massacred, but my son always managed to break the boundaries around me. Now that he is gone, I have to defend the village to the death.
I don't like the word relic, so my son and I went to reunite with the villagers.
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