"hiss--"
This child will never know how much psychological trauma a single sentence can cause to an eighteen-year-old prodigy!
The child reached out, trying to tug at Ye Bai's clothes.
Ye Bai gently dodged and asked, "Why are you pulling me?"
The child looked Ye Bai up and down, then asked curiously, "Where did you buy these clothes?"
He simply felt that if he wore white robes, carried a sharp sword, slayed demons and monsters, and upheld justice...
He must be very handsome, right?
Of course, the guy in front of me isn't handsome; that's his problem.
If it were me, there would be no problem.
Ye Bai: ......
Clearly, Ye Bai was not unaware of the child's thoughts.
However, he's a grown man, and he wouldn't hold a grudge against a child.
I beg you, please consider this.
Since realizing he was out of danger, Xie Yan became even more arrogant.
Ignoring the prompt in front of him, Ye Bai asked instead, "Little friend, where are your parents?"
The child, squatting on the ground continuing to play with the pile of sticks, spoke casually, his tone completely unchanged.
"Dead."
Children's understanding of life and death may differ from that of adults.
but,
When such a young child so coldly mentions the word "death," Ye Bai always feels a little uncomfortable.
Ye Bai: ......
"Demons, it's demons again..."
Ye Bai could guess without the other party saying it.
It must have been after the Abyss invaded that the demons killed the child's parents.
What are you saying?
The child asked, puzzled.
"What does this have to do with the demon race?"
This time, it was Ye Bai's turn to be surprised.
"Wasn't your father killed by the demons?"
No, that's not it.
The child frankly admitted,
"He drank too much and died drunk at the table, while the other one ran away."
Ye Bai: ? ? ?
Is there something wrong with this script?
Is that strange?
The child countered with a question,
"Everyone dies, don't they?"
That's what they say...
Ye Bai tried to organize his thoughts, and stammered as he spoke.
"But wouldn't it be nice if we could live forever instead of dying?"
Hearing Ye Bai's words, the child felt even more puzzled.
"If people never die, wouldn't they become monsters?"
hiss--
Ye Bai gasped.
He had never considered this question.
After he transmigrated, the world became a place where cultivation was possible, and the stronger one was, the longer one's lifespan was—this was almost a consensus among the people.
So, where does life end?
A thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred million years?
He was only eighteen years old, in the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor and ambition.
Without the threat of the supreme demon god, a menace like Ye Bai would have lived for at least tens of thousands of years.
The child's problem
Ye Bai didn't know the answer.
but,
The strongest beings of ancient times provided their own answers.
If they could, they would want to live forever.
Therefore, there was the turmoil and slaughter of ancient times, the construction of the tower by the nine eternal races, and the birth of the most powerful demon god....
Ye Bai suddenly realized something terrible.
The reason why the most powerful demon god was born.
like,
That's because there are far too many supreme beings in this world who don't want to die.
Once they reach the pinnacle of their power, their sole pursuit in this life is immortality.
If the meaning of living is merely to live, then what is the point of living at all?
The topic suddenly escalated to a philosophical level.
Seeing that Ye Bai didn't react, the child continued,
"My sisters told me that everyone dies. There's a kind of really bad cell in the body that, if it wants to stay alive, destroys other cells; I think it's called cancer..."
cancer cell?
Ye Bai tried to explain to the child,
"If a person can live a very long time through their own efforts, and still considers themselves human, doing the same things as other humans, how could they be a monster...?"
Clearly, Ye Bai wanted to persuade the child.
"You've said so much, but I'm just a child, how could I possibly remember it all?"
The child squatted on the ground, continuing to play with the pile of sticks, and finally said to Ye Bai,
"Do you want to play together?"
Arguments with children are like farces; they pass quickly after a few words.
"Alright."
Ye Bai thought for a moment, then squatted down like a child.
He was bigger, so squatting was uncomfortable for him, and he simply sat down on the ground.
Upon seeing the pile of sticks, Ye Bai's expression froze once again.
This is not a pile of sticks!
This is the sword prison where Ye Bai was before!
Although there are only similarities, Ye Bai would not mistake it!
This is the sword prison that Wuhen used to trap Ye Bai!
He looked up, staring intently at the child in front of him, countless questions welling up in his mind, yet he couldn't bring himself to ask them.
This child is definitely not without a mark.
Who exactly is he?!
Where am I?!
What on earth is going on?!
Are you going to play or not?
The child urged on, saying with dissatisfaction,
"I need to untangle this pile of sticks quickly, the fruit will be served soon, and today it should be apples."
"Play, play!"
Ye Bai swallowed hard. Although he didn't know what had happened, he was not in any immediate danger.
He concentrated, staring at the pile of sticks in front of him, and after a moment of contemplation, slowly pulled out a stick.
Great, the pile of sticks didn't collapse!
Before Ye Bai could even breathe a sigh of relief, the child swiftly pulled out a wooden stick.
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