Qiu Shuang and others who were following the two masters from a distance saw their masters run into the counterfeit and the counterfeit's concubines, and hurried forward.
As for seeing their master disappear out of nowhere in broad daylight, they already knew what their master's current situation was, so they said they were not shocked at all.
However, thinking that their master didn't seem to know that the general had turned into a ghost, they felt overwhelmed.
"Master, go back first. It's time for your lunch break." Liangxia walked over, supported the master, and advised softly.
At this moment, Muqin felt his left ear being touched lightly, and the next second a familiar sound appeared in his ear.
"Listen to Liangxia, Aqin will go back first."
Muqin's hand on Liangxia's arm suddenly tightened, and her heart beat uncontrollably fast.
It's my husband's voice!
He is still here!
"Then let's go back." Muqin suppressed his inner excitement and responded coldly.
Then, without even looking at the people standing in front of him, he left in a hurry.
The rest of the matter was solved by Liangxia, who stayed at the end.
Muqin hurried back and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Yuting stretching out her arms towards him and looking at him with a gentle smile in her eyes.
Muqin felt a lump in her throat and couldn't wait to run over and hug him.
Fu Yuting withdrew his hand, placed his big palm on her husband's lower back, and stroked his back with the other hand.
After a long time, there was still no sound from the husband in her arms. Fu Yuting thought about it and knew that he was avoiding something again.
"Aqin, don't you have anything to ask?"
"...No." The xylophone buried in his arms said in a muffled voice.
He admitted that he was very timid. He was afraid that his husband would not want him and that he would disappear.
Although he already had some doubts, Muqinyi really didn't want to know the truth. He just wanted his husband to stay with him forever.
Hearing his husband's answer, Fu Yuting's eyes showed a look of "as expected". He knew it would be like this.
Her husband is like a snail, which retreats into its shell when it encounters danger.
"I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that there was too much information for you to accept. Now it's time to tell you."
"No..." Muqin rubbed his head against him vigorously, "I can't accept it now, can we talk about it later..."
As for when the future will be, it is up to Xylophone to decide.
"Are you... acting coquettishly?" Fu Yuting said with a smile, "My son doesn't act coquettishly anymore."
"Okay, just listen to me, okay? I'm not going to leave you right after I finish talking, so why are you avoiding me so much?"
He picked the man up and walked to the recliner in front of the window, and Fu Yuting took him to sit down.
After holding the man, Fu Yuting began to talk to him.
Half an hour later, Fu Yuting finally finished speaking.
After waiting for a long time, my husband didn't say anything. I looked down and found that he had already cried after listening to what I said.
His eyes were red from tears, and there were tears on his face. Fu Yuting felt sorry for him, "Why are you crying again? You have so many tears. Is Aqin a tear bag?"
"Does your chest still hurt?" Muqin gently touched his chest close to his heart, as if afraid of touching the wound.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, please touch me again..."
Before Fu Yuting could finish his words, he saw his husband's tears flowing like water from a dam.
Now, Fu Yuting didn't dare to tease him anymore and quickly comforted him, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. It was your husband who lied to you just now."
"It must be painful to lie..." Muqin sniffed and hiccuped, "That day, it was thundering and it rained heavily... Hiccup, my heart is still aching."
He felt the pain, so how could his husband not feel pain when an arrow shot him in the heart?
Although her husband was cute when he was crying and hiccuping, Fu Yuting still felt distressed.
I had no choice but to take the handkerchief from his hand and wipe his tears and nose.
"Well, your husband loves you and you love him too. It seems like we really have the same thoughts."
After coaxing her husband for a while, Fu Yuting breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her husband finally stopped crying.
I won’t dare tease his little husband anymore from now on. If he makes him cry, I’ll be the one who feels bad.
Muqinyi returned to normal state, ignoring his red and moist eyes, and looked as gentle as jade again.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Muqin grabbed Fu Yuting's arm tightly and looked at him nervously, "My husband has become a ghost, so... will he disappear one day?"
"Of course not. If my husband is not mistaken, this world should be the mortal world in the world of cultivation."
After listening to Fu Yuting's explanation, Muqinyi still looked confused.
In fact, it is not his fault. Although ancient people believed in ghosts and gods, those were just legends and beliefs, and were not very true.
Just like Muqinyi never thought that her husband could actually turn into a ghost after his death.
No one dared to really believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.
Seeing her husband's bewildered look, Fu Yuting patiently explained, "The world of cultivation is a world where anyone with spiritual roots can cultivate immortality. For ordinary people, cultivators are what they call immortals."
"Then... can we also practice cultivation?" Muqin was shocked after hearing her husband's explanation, and then looked at him expectantly.
Fu Yuting saw the expectation in her husband's eyes, but his expectation was going to be dashed. "It's unlikely."
Seeing his lost look, Fu Yuting rubbed his earlobe with amusement, "If I'm not mistaken, then our world is the mortal world of cultivation. In layman's terms, this world lacks spiritual energy, and even if you have spiritual roots, you can't cultivate."
"Then... then we can go to the world of cultivation, right? Then we can practice cultivation, right?"
"How can this be easy? In all these years, has Aqin heard any news about any monks?"
The xylophone shook its head.
"So, there is a wall between the world of cultivation and ours, and it is not easy to break through."
Hearing that it was impossible, Muqin was only lost for a while, and soon he was resurrected with full health.
To him, cultivating immortals was too far away. Although he looked forward to it, it would not be real.
However, thinking that her husband now existed in the form of a soul, Muqinyi became curious again, "Then why is my husband like this now? Do people really become ghosts and exist in the world after they die?"
"I don't know if people become ghosts after they die, but my husband's situation is a little special."
"Special?" Muqin looked puzzled.
"In the world of cultivation, there is a theory of cause and effect, that you reap what you sow. For example, if a person saves enough people, heaven will bestow merit upon him. If he kills enough people, his path of cultivation will come to a halt."
In his previous life, before the end of the world, Fu Yuting was just like any other ordinary teenager who liked to read all kinds of fantasy novels.
Things like heaven's way, merit, cause and effect, etc., are easy to come up with.
Six months after the apocalypse, the survivors began to awaken their supernatural powers one after another. At that time, many survivors who were deeply poisoned by the novel thought that this was the revival of spiritual energy accompanying the apocalypse.
After all, the types of superpowers they awaken correspond exactly to the types of spiritual roots in the novel.
Moreover, in the early stage, the upgrade of supernatural powers was indeed based on meditation and absorption of a kind of energy in the air, rather than the absorption of crystal cores as in the apocalyptic novels.
Thus, the misunderstanding became more and more serious.
By the fifth year after the apocalypse, meditation alone was no longer enough to generate the energy needed to upgrade superpowers, and the survivors' theory of spiritual resurrection began to be broken.
However, during the first five years, the official collection and compilation of immortal cultivation theories became increasingly detailed, resulting in a theoretical book as thick as the Xinhua Dictionary.
As the leader of a continent and one of the ten most powerful people with supernatural powers, Fu Yuting can be said to have read that book thoroughly.
Fu Yuting's memories of his previous life were already a little fuzzy. Whenever he recalled them, they seemed like a lifetime ago, strange and distant.
Fu Yuting was not a person who dwelled on the past, and he came back to his senses soon.
He lowered his head and saw his husband looking up, eagerly waiting for him to continue. Fu Yuting kissed him, making him shy, and then continued his popular science lecture.
"As for me, your husband, I was able to become a ghost cultivator after death because I met certain conditions..."
"I understand!" When Muqin heard this, an idea suddenly came to her mind and she interrupted Fu Yuting.
Seeing the expression of 'I know, I know, come and ask me~' on her husband's face, Fu Yuting couldn't help laughing, and didn't get angry even though he was interrupted.
You know, when he is talking, Fu Yuting hates others interrupting him the most. If anyone dares to do so, they will suffer both physical and mental torture.
However, as a good man who dotes on his husband, Fu Yuting has double standards.
"Aqin knows?" Fu Yuting was surprised. "Then tell me about it."
Seeing the exaggerated expression on her husband's face, Muqin slapped him in annoyance, "You are so fake!"
"Didn't you just say that if you save enough people, Heaven will naturally bestow merits upon you? As a general, you will naturally have merits as well."
"Aqin is right, that's roughly what she meant." Fu Yuting avoided the main point and affirmed her husband's words.
In fact, there is one point that Fu Yuting did not mention, which is that the killing was too severe.
As a general of a country, he also had the merit of expanding the territory, so it is true that he had merits. But while he protected the people of Xinglan, he also killed a lot of enemy troops.
The way of heaven is fair and ruthless. If you save the world, you will be rewarded with merit.
But while you are saving the world, you are also breaking the precept of killing, so, you will be killed and you are gone!
Of course, if the merits gained by a general of a country alone were relied upon, it would definitely not be enough to support Fu Yuting's transformation into a ghost cultivator after his death.
After all, the merits gained from expanding territory and defending the country are not that great.
However, don't forget that Fu Yuting had a previous life.
At the end of the world, the rules are reorganized and all races are put on the same starting line.
Fu Yuting was hailed as one of the saviors by the survivors in the apocalypse, so it is conceivable that he had gained a lot of merits.
Of course, murderous aura and killing are also engraved in his soul.