Chapter 19 She's dead, don't you know?
I feel that not dying is a big advantage. As long as ordinary people are not implicated, I can do whatever I want in the Secret Teachings of the King of Medicine.
But Jingyuan asked me: "Jingyuan, are you still a human being? ”
The question was so strange that my originally calm mood was suddenly interrupted, and the rapid operation of my mind in the focused mode was also interrupted.
...I didn't say anything inhumane just now, did I? I reflected and pondered over what I had just said, and finally came to the conclusion that Jing Yuan's words might really just be superficial.
"Is there any way in which I am not human?" I looked down at myself. I had two arms and two legs, nothing extra or nothing missing. The only difference was probably that my healing ability was a little faster, but that shouldn't exclude me from the human race!
"It's better to say that they are similar in every way." Jing Yuan answered truthfully.
I feel like this is an anthropomorphism to me, but I have no evidence, and Jingyuan wouldn't treat me like that.
Sure enough, I heard his follow-up right after, "Only the heart is different."
Heart? I subconsciously raised my hand and pressed it on my heart. The steady and powerful beating under my palm told of its healthy state.
Could it be that the hearts of the people in Xianzhou are different?
I looked at Jingyuan in confusion, but he didn't explain. He just put his hand in front of me with his palm facing up, revealing a white wrist.
He remained silent, but it seemed as if he was throwing back the question I asked before: How much trust can you give me?
I put my hand on it hesitantly. One second, two seconds...no change. Just as I was about to ask, my accelerated heartbeat suddenly interrupted what I was about to say.
I don't know how to describe this feeling, it's like all the blood is boiling and flowing faster, but it's also like the blood is flowing backwards and intertwined...
The vision became blurry and dim, with only a faint golden light showing through. Is it the sun's radiance? I thought in a trance.
The light became clearer and more comprehensive, and finally, I saw a shadow.
He sat cross-legged on a thick vine, with a pair of golden-green branches like deer antlers on his head, and six arms stretched out. One of them gently put down the red seed in his hand and watched it fall.
Then I heard singing, a chorus like a hymn.
[Flowers bloom wantonly, facing the inevitable withering. 】[1]
He lowered his eyelids with pity, watching the flowers and plants on the entire planet thrive in the blink of an eye.
[The bird spreads its wings and sings, flying towards the inevitable fall. 】[2]
With His eyelids lowered lovingly, He watched the falling bird soaring into the sky with its wings flapping.
[The brook gurgles and flows towards the inevitable dryness. 】[3]
With His eyelids lowered in compassion, He watched the escaping streams come to life after the heavy rain.
Why must all things perish? 】[4]
Precious...blurred, gone forever.
[Let all sentient beings obtain what they seek.] 】[5]
He focused his gaze and looked over. With just one glance, endless vitality was injected into his body.
When these words were spoken, all the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people who had planted the seeds were able to cut off the sufferings of birth, old age, sickness and disease. 】[6]
He still had that compassionate look on his face, but there was a hint of human sadness in his eyes.
Eternal...life.
My vision blurred again, and I felt a suffocating feeling coming from nowhere. The weak breathing time could not resist the long-term emptiness, and the heart beat stronger and stronger, almost jumping out of the chest.
Gradually, my heartbeat weakened, but the tinnitus in my ears became almost continuous, and as my thoughts stretched out, my consciousness became blurred.
Is this...death?
Falling, endless falling...
It was like falling into an endless abyss. After a brief moment of fear, all that was left was fatigue filling my heart.
The originally clearly visible light gradually turned into a small dot and finally flew out of sight.
it's over......
He closed his eyes, and in a trance he seemed to hear an almost imperceptible cry for help: "Save her!"
His heart trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, and then realized in this endless darkness that he could not save anyone.
Just like Bailu, just like Qingdiao, just like Fu Xuan, just like...Luofu.
Yes, Luo Fu is gone. Then, the so-called cry for help is nothing but an auditory hallucination.
He didn't know whether he was thinking this to comfort himself or to mock himself, but the voice kept whispering vaguely: "Save her! Is there anyone who can save her!"
The whistling sound of the wind in the ears makes people irritable and uneasy.
When will I fall to the bottom of the abyss?
Then, he heard the voice say again: "Is there anyone who can...save the other Luofu..."
Another one, Luofu?
He subconsciously raised his hand to grab something, even if it was just a pause to think. But in this nothingness, there is no support at all.
His knuckles curled into his palms, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a very fast flash of light passed by his side.
The feeling of weightlessness disappears. Then he felt land again.
......it's over.
The strong impact feeling spread from the spine to the whole body, the internal organs seemed to be shattered, and scarlet liquid flowed out from the unhealed wounds.
My vision suddenly went dark and my ears started buzzing.
One second, one minute, or one hour?
His vitality slowly rose back under the effect of abundance. He pulled the corners of his mouth sarcastically, but he didn't have the strength to mobilize the energy to suppress it.
When his vision returned, he saw a panicked face. The man was shouting something with his mouth opening and closing, and then he stumbled out.
The intact cave was filled with a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, and the false light curtain was still clear, as if Luofu had never been on the verge of destruction.
...New hallucination or something else?
He thought slowly, but then closed his eyes tiredly.
So what if it is, so what if it isn’t? I have completed the journey that I should have taken.
So, he deliberately emptied his mind, like a scrapped doll, and would lie in this deserted corner until the end of time.
However, perhaps the previous man's shouting had an effect, and the light and hurried footsteps were getting closer.
He sighed in his heart, but his body had already thought about it and he stood up with the willpower that came from nowhere.
If I am still alive...I cannot be discovered.
Unfortunately, he still overestimated the condition of this body. Just standing up almost exhausted all his recovered strength.
Just as he managed to stand against the wall, the footsteps had already reached the entrance of the alley.
As if to deter possible criminals, the visitor shouted loudly: "Who needs help?"
The next second, he stopped in his tracks: "...General?!"
The other person's warm yellow eyes were filled with surprise and worry, which was a natural expression of trust.
A strong panic suddenly rose up, entangled and bound in his heart like a thin thread, so that Jing Yuan subconsciously took a step back and shouted: "Stop there!"
Yan Qing could not help but stand there in shock. After he came to his senses, he immediately summoned his flying sword and asked in a low voice with extreme vigilance, "Are there any enemies nearby?"
"Enemy?" A joyful voice suddenly sounded in my mind, "Look what he is saying? You are the enemy, hahahahaha!"
After a pause, the voice lowered again, "Oh of course, of course you are the enemy."
[Jing Yuan] lowered his eyes to hide the irritation that might be revealed in his gaze. If it weren't for Yan Qing, he would have already...
Realizing such extreme thoughts, he stopped immediately and took a deep breath to calm his mind.
Then the voice laughed softly again, with a hint of temptation in its tone: "Why don't you take a closer look at him? He is your beloved disciple, isn't he?"
[Jing Yuan] ignored the voice in his mind and did not respond to it no matter which side it came from.
An atmosphere of silence permeated the alley, and Yan Qing suddenly realized that he was still silently on guard, and the object of his vigilance... was the general in front of him.
This sense of crisis... Yan Qing quietly clenched his sword, "General, are you okay?"
...Are you okay? As soon as Jing Yuan thought of the destroyed Luofu, the broken walls and ruins, and the bodies of the Yunqi buried in the ruins, he was unable to respond to this question.
But if all this was not an illusion, then this intact cave meant that he was indeed in another Luofu.
——A Luofu where nothing has happened.
[Jing Yuan] couldn't help but chuckle, and even his tone was filled with a smile that was hard to conceal.
He could have changed the subject in many ways, but he just looked at Yan Qing and smiled, "Very good, of course very good, I have never felt so good."
It was clearly a gentle smile that was no different from the previous ones, but Yan Qing inexplicably felt that the smile was only on the surface, like thin ice that would break at the touch, and underneath it was buried a kind of...desperate madness.
Yan Qing was shocked by his own thoughts, and suddenly realized that he felt a chill on his back.
No, this is not right...
"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be a general?" Yan Qing prepared for his attack but was hesitant to attack. Rather than the possibility of impersonation, he was more afraid that something had taken over the general's body.
Just like a game player’s God’s perspective, I can clearly feel every thought of mine, but I can’t control any of my actions.
So much so that I felt it was me, but not me. While I am deeply involved, I also feel particularly disconnected.
What is this? A holographic game with a fixed plot? I was lost in thought, and when I came to my senses I realized that although Yan Qing in front of me maintained a guarded posture, his face had become blurry.
The surrounding environment began to distort and fade, and even the nearby bricks began to crack inch by inch.
A ball of golden light burst out and bloomed, and silent thunder leaped on the blade, cutting off endless falsehood and suddenly bringing me back to reality.
I felt like I had a near-death experience and I had no strength left in my body. But I still stood there, without any sign of struggle, and even my hand was placed steadily in Jingyuan's palm.
——Except for the rapid heartbeat and the involuntary trembling fingertips.
I subconsciously pulled my hand back, clenched and relaxed it several times, and only then did I regain some feeling in my cold fingers.
The dream-like scene lingered in my mind and kept flashing back in front of my eyes, intertwining with reality, and even the resonance of emotions was surging back and forth in my chest.
......What is going on? You thought I was too ooc so you found me a script for reference so I can get a feel for it?
There’s no need to ask Jingyuan to find it for me! Moreover, judging from Jingyuan's expression, he probably didn't know about it.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard Jing Yuan ask, "How is it, did you see anything?"
"...What do you mean?"
Pharmacist, mumbling, or the dream that follows?
If Jing Yuan knew about it, was the subsequent "dream" an accident, or was it caused by Jing Yuan but he didn't know the specific content?
"Of course it's an old friend." Like a psychologist treating a patient, Jing Yuan continued in a chatty tone: "For example, Fu Qing, I wonder how she feels after she got the position of general as she wished."
Fu Xuan? The thoughts of falling suddenly flooded my mind, and I responded subconsciously: "She's dead, don't you know?"
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