The thin human-shaped shadow looked at the dilapidated Taoist temple, and his dark and shapeless pupils revealed various complex emotions such as greed, desire, sadness, fear, joy, etc.
These emotional fluctuations were extremely rare to appear on a human figure.
Shadow can hardly remember himself and how long it has been since he had any emotions.
The human-shaped shadow hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not step into the Taoist temple. Instead, he slowly knelt down outside.
“Master!”
The voice of the humanoid shadow was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, and could be vaguely identified as that of a middle-aged woman.
But when calling out "Master", the human-shaped shadow felt as if he had returned to many years ago.
Thinking back to when she was still a young girl, she called the other person "Master" in that crisp, slightly joking voice.
Thinking of that beautiful woman in a fiery red dress, it was like a scorching flame burning in my heart.
I remember that the world had not changed drastically at that time, and I had not been reincarnated so many times.
At that time, she was just an unmarried young lady from a wealthy family, and she was full of curiosity and desire to learn about everything happening in the outside world.
But now, I have been reincarnated more than twenty times, and most of the time was accompanied by pain.
In the entire Taiyu Heaven, there are few people like her who can reincarnate continuously, as if they can practice endlessly until they achieve enlightenment.
This characteristic, which is comparable to eternal life, is the ultimate goal that countless practitioners dream of.
But sometimes, this alternative kind of eternal life is like hell to her.
Yesterday's flowers have already withered.
What's left now is just an indescribable weird monster that doesn't even have a human form, is more crazy than rational.
"Master! Reincarnation is too painful, the path is too hard, too hard. Qing'er begs you to have some mercy and compassion, and let me give up——"
She wanted to completely end death in this life, to die, to have her soul scatter, and never to enter the cycle of reincarnation or the path of Taoism again.
Perhaps, it would not have been wrong to choose to be a mortal with a life span of several decades, subject to birth, old age, sickness and death, like a morning mushroom.
But time rolls forward and cannot be reversed.
The hoarse and unpleasant sound seemed to overlap with the clear sound from more than ten thousand years ago.
At this moment it was like a cuckoo crying blood.
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