Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Want to Live
What did I do wrong? Under Sang Ling's insistence, Fu Wei finally used the word "wrong".
However, he naturally didn't understand. When the news came out, Sang Ling's ranking on the wish list rose, the number of fans increased dramatically, and her mixed reputation was instantly restored. No matter how you look at it, this was good for Sang Ling.
Sang Ling's attitude really made Fu Wei interested in her reasons.
She was always interesting, but that interest would come to an abrupt end tomorrow.
Sang Ling frowned. Her anger grew even worse due to his attitude. She said:
"After I die tomorrow, how do you want my fans to carry themselves?"
She didn't even assume that if Mingri died, Sang Ling seemed to have completely accepted the fact of her impending death. What she was worried about was not Mingri's death date, but her fans.
So Sang Ling felt extremely angry the moment she got the news. She told everything on her last free stage, except hiding the fact that she was going to die. She even arranged everything after tomorrow so that her death would not be linked to her fans.
But today, Fu Wei suddenly had such an incident. If this continues, his fans will be trapped in self-blame and guilt tomorrow and after.
Fu Wei found Sang Ling's idea ridiculous, so ridiculous that he laughed.
"How can you hold yourself together? Isn't it because of their distrust that you are dying today? They should feel guilty, right..."
Sang Ling frowned even deeper, "They shouldn't."
Fu Yan smiled and glanced at her, and only commented, "Saint Mary?"
Sang Ling looked at him and was not influenced by Fu Ying's logic. Instead, she said, "You are the cause of my death, Fu Ying. What does this have to do with my fans?"
Fu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, as if he was looking at something surprising, but in fact, there was no trust in his eyes.
He didn't believe Sang Ling's words. He could understand that she wanted to leave some good impression before her death, but Fu Yan hated falsehood.
So he offered the temptation.
"Sang Ling, if I say so, I'll give you a choice."
Sang Ling looked puzzled.
Fu Yan's lips grinned even wider. He turned his wrist, and the next second the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet was hanging on his fingertips, so casually and so indifferently, as if it was really just an ordinary bracelet, not Sang Ling's life.
The Taichu Life and Death Bracelet swung at his fingertips, and he said:
"Choice one, I will destroy this news immediately. Before tomorrow, everyone will think that this news is wrong."
Only Fu Yan could do this. Sang Ling's eyes lit up slightly.
Fu Yan looked at her expression and smiled even more vigorously. He continued:
"As for option two, I will return the Primordial Life and Death Bracelet to you. With your current state and the willingness to fake your death, I'm afraid you will be able to dissolve the blood talisman immediately after regaining the Primordial Life and Death Bracelet."
Sang Ling was of course tempted by option 2. Who would really want to wait for death if they could live? But she still asked:
"suspended animation?"
Fu Wei was happy to answer for her, "Yes, you faked your death. You can't use the name Sang Ling anymore, and your face needs to change. From now on, Sang Ling should be dead in everyone's eyes. Your fans will know that your death is related to them. If they believe you, you won't die."
Isn't Sang Ling so worried about her fans? So if she has to put her life and her fans together, what will she choose?
You can feel guilty and uncomfortable but still be like this, you won't die. This is an extremely easy multiple-choice question.
Sang Ling could not deny that she had hesitations. If she survived and completely got rid of the influence of the Ten Directions Curse, with her level of cultivation, she could live very comfortably in the world of immortals. Only after experiencing the pain of slowly waiting for death could she clearly feel the temptation of this choice.
Sang Ling put away the fiery red sword in his hand and no longer aimed it at Fu Wei.
The Taichu Life and Death Bracelet was shaking on Fu Yan's fingertips. He smiled and stretched out his hand. The Taichu Life and Death Bracelet stopped in front of Sang Ling's wrist. Nothing was more tempting than this, nothing was more like lifting the mask to reveal human nature.
How can there be such selfless people in this world? There shouldn't be such people in this world.
With two choices, Sang Ling sighed. She looked at the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet for a long time. It was really tempting. She said:
"Put it away."
Fu Yin held his hand still, and the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet hanging on his fingertips swayed twice under the inertia, "What do you want to receive, the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet?"
Sang Ling glanced at the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet again and nodded, "Put it away. We agreed to deal with all the news before tomorrow. Lord Demon, you won't go back on your word, right..."
It was somewhat difficult for Sang Ling to say this, as naturally only she herself knew the choice best.
Fu Yan's answer was very abrupt, "You want to die?"
Sang Ling frowned and answered more rudely, "Does anyone want to die?"
Obviously, Fu Yan did not understand Sang Ling's choice. He suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he also did not doubt the possibility of the choice.
Who could choose death given these two options?
Sang Ling chose.
Fu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and inexplicably felt a strong sense of pressure. He asked again in a deep voice, "Repeat your choice."
Sang Ling repeated what he said: "I choose to die. Do you understand?"
Of course I understood it. How could I not understand just four short words? But the rationale behind it is incomprehensible.
Sang Ling was a little worried, so she confirmed: "Master Demon Lord will not break his promise, right?"
Fu Yan raised his eyes, and Sang Ling could hear the tension in his voice, but the answer satisfied her.
"nature."
Sang Ling got the confirmation, so she naturally didn't want to waste time with Fu Wei any more. She put away her flaming sword and even clasped her fists towards Fu Wei, "Thank you, Master Demon."
Fu Yan did not respond to her thanks, nor did he show any expression. He just watched Sang Ling leave the room.
When Sang Ling's back disappeared, he said with an unpleasant expression:
"Another one..."
"Fool."
Gou Qiu waited in the villa until he was extremely anxious, and finally Sang Ling came back.
"You went to look for... the Demon Lord?"
Sang Ling nodded.
Gou Qiu saw that Sang Ling looked calm, neither happy nor unhappy, but being so calm was already good news at the moment.
Holding onto the almost nonexistent hope, Gou Qiu asked, "Taichu Life and Death Bracelet..."
Sang Ling shook her head, "Of course not, but he promised to handle the news."
She did not tell Gou Qiu about her choice. If Gou Qiu knew about it, it would only make her feel uncomfortable.
Gou Qiu didn't have any hope in the first place, so he wasn't disappointed.
But she still didn't understand why Sang Ling had to deal with this information. "Sang Ling, isn't this good news?"
Sang Ling just smiled and said in a very normal tone: "The fans are right, so they shouldn't feel guilty."
She always believed that the fans were not wrong, but the truth that they dared not say out loud was the root of the lie. Those who were not wrong should not feel guilty or be tormented in their hearts.
Gou Qiu widened her eyes. She thought of many reasons, but in the end she never expected that Sang Ling's idea was this.
She completely understood why Sang Ling was able to reach the second place on the wish list in such a short time, and why the friendship between her and her fans was unique and rare in the entire Three Realms.
At that moment, Gou Qiu was even glad that she was not a fan of Sang Ling. She couldn't help but imagine how sad it would be for her to lose such an idol if Sang Ling died tomorrow.
And the next moment, she was grieving the loss of a friend like Sang Ling.
She has lived for hundreds of years and has known Sang Ling for less than half a year, but this period of time will surely leave a deep impression on her that she will never forget in the years to come.
Fu Wei really kept his promise. On that day, within half a day, no one spread the news that Sang Ling was going to die. Then the news was clarified by word of mouth. Sang Ling's fans collectively breathed a sigh of relief. From the beginning of the news, some fans had been waiting outside Chunming Pavilion and refused to leave.
As soon as the news showed signs of being clarified, it spread immediately among fans. Some reacted violently and collapsed outside Chunming Pavilion. They were happy, but also terrified that the news was fake. Fans didn't even have the energy to insult those who had previously spread the rumor that Sang Ling was going to die. They couldn't let it go.
It was not until the rumor that Sang Ling was about to die spread more and more widely that they felt relieved. But even so, they still refused to leave Chunming Pavilion, as if they could not feel relieved without seeing Sang Ling.
Sang Ling originally had no intention of meeting her fans, for fear that they would see something from her face and then everything she did would be in vain. However, the fans did not leave until dark.
Sang Ling adjusted herself for a long time and finally put herself in the best condition. She walked out of the villa and crossed the gate of Chunming Pavilion. The moment she went out, all the fans standing in the open space outside the door looked over.
The moment they saw Sang Ling, the fans immediately showed expressions of surprise, and the rest was worry. They kept looking at Sang Ling, afraid that they would see something wrong with Sang Ling. They looked at her and asked many questions at once, and finally confirmed that Sang Ling seemed to be fine.
Sang Ling did not walk up to them, but stood in front of the door of Chunming Pavilion, some distance away from the fans. This distance allowed her to see the fans clearly, but did not allow the fans to see her expression too clearly. At least the truth could be concealed.
She stood at the door and waved to them, smiling and saying:
"I'm fine, go back and don't wait any longer."
The fans looked at her eagerly, saying:
"Of course we don't believe it. How could we believe such fake news?"
"That's right, that news is too outrageous. It must be a rumor spread by those beasts in the Hall of Evil. They have been unhappy with Sangsang for a long time."
"Yeah, we don't believe it."
Sang Ling couldn't help laughing. The fans said no, but they waited in front of Chunming Pavilion until the evening just to get her answer. They might not believe it, but they were still afraid.
She nodded, trusting him completely, "Of course I shouldn't believe it. I'm fine."
After hearing her words, the fans who had just expressed disbelief let out a clear sigh of relief, and it was obvious that they were finally relieved.
Sang Ling smiled at them and said softly, "Don't be fooled by this kind of news next time. I'm fine and I'll always be fine. You've brought me only good things, never bad things."
The fans looked at her with wide eyes, listening to this statement that seemed to be clarifying fake news, but inexplicably they had some unknown thoughts. They didn’t understand what it was for the time being, but now they only understood that they really liked Sang Ling, and they should like Sang Ling.
Sang Ling smiled softly, a genuine smile, her eyes slightly curved as she smiled. She asked them, "Do you understand?"
Fans immediately responded: “I know!”
The fans didn't know what the news was about, they only knew that Sang Ling looked really pretty when she smiled, and that the news was definitely fake, and it must be the people from the Hall of Evil who were doing this behind the scenes.
Little did they know that the news of Sang Ling's impending death was clarified. The most upset were the Evil Hall. They were all about to celebrate Sang Ling's impending death, but in just one day, he was no longer dead.
Sang Ling didn't dare to say too much to her fans. When her fans were completely relieved, she waved to them and said, "Let's go."
The fans had finally seen Sang Ling, and their moods had been so up and down today, so naturally they didn't want to leave, but Sang Ling still let them go. It was already completely dark, and the demon world at night was a little creepy, only softer under the warm yellow light of Chunming Pavilion. In the darkness, Sang Ling waved at them.
The fans had no reason to stay any longer. They thought that Sang Ling must have been frightened by the sudden news today. She needed to rest, and they shouldn't delay her rest here. The fans left, looking back every few steps. Every time they looked back, Sang Ling was still standing in front of the door of Chunming Pavilion, looking at them with a warm smile.
Sang Ling's smile always made them jump for joy. The fans were delighted and waved at Sang Ling and shouted:
"Sangsang, see you next time!"
Sang Ling's eyes moved, but fortunately the fans had moved away for some distance and could not see her changes.
She raised her hand and waved.
"See you next time."
After all the fans had left, Sang Ling walked into the door of Chunming Pavilion.
She walked towards the other courtyard, and met many people from the court as she passed by. They also knew the changes in today's news, and greeted her:
"Sang Ling, you must be scared."
"It's okay now, take a good rest."
"I don't know who is so bored as to spread rumors and cause trouble."
…
Except for Gou Qiu and a few others, no one knew that today's news was true. Sang Ling kept it a secret from everyone.
She responded with a smile one by one, and walked back to the Oiran's villa amid the concern of all the courtiers. When she returned to the attic, Gou Qiu was sitting in the room. She was waiting for Sang Ling. When she saw Sang Ling coming back, she wanted to smile at Sang Ling, but her smile was uglier than crying.
Gou Qiu knew that she had to explain to her fans and keep the secret completely secret from them, so she didn't dare to go with them, for fear of accidentally exposing the truth.
Seeing the smile on Sang Ling's face, her eyes immediately became sad. She hugged Sang Ling for a long time before letting go.
Gou Qiu lowered his head and calmed down for a long time, then finally asked her:
"You hid it from your fans today, but tomorrow..."
She and Sang Ling both knew what would happen tomorrow. If they could hide it from their fans today, how would they be able to hide it after tomorrow?
Sang Ling knew what Gou Qiu meant, but she didn't say anything. She just went upstairs and took out a stack of rice paper from the room.
She handed the paper to Gou Qiu. As the manager of Chunming Pavilion, Gou Qiu saw clearly what was written on it. It was music scores, a whole stack of music scores.
Sang Ling handed all the music scores to Gou Qiu, "I wrote this, and the records are all ready. After I leave, please help me release one song after a while. Tell the public... that I don't like crowds, and I only show my works to others."
Sang Ling's idea was very simple. She would release a piece of music every once in a while, which could only last for several years. Even if the news of her death spread by then, it would not be linked to the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet or Renyuan. Death is the most common thing in the world of immortal cultivation, and fans would not think too much about it.
Gou Qiu held the stack of music scores with his eyes wide open, unable to say anything. Sang Ling had thought of everything. She had left a way out for everyone except herself.
The thick stack of music scores in her hand was definitely not just the result of Sang Ling's work in the past few days. Sang Ling had been preparing for today a long time before this. She had been afraid from the beginning that her death would make her fans sad, and she had been trying to avoid this outcome from the beginning.
She thought too far ahead, but didn't think about what she should do.
The music score in Gou Qiu's hand was shaking a little. She touched her upper and lower lips again and again. She really wanted to refuse Sang Ling's attempt to get rid of her.
Why should she help release the songs? These are Sang Ling's own achievements, so naturally Sang Ling should do it herself. She shouldn't have died. She should release her songs one by one.
Sang Ling patted Gou Qiu, then hugged her, "I'm counting on you."
Gou Qiu couldn't say no.
She sighed and looked at Sang Ling with a complaining look, "Sang Ling, you are such a bother, okay."
Sang Ling smiled softly, hugged her again, and said in a buzzing voice:
"Thanks."
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