Leaving the banquet hall, the shadows of the trees gradually become denser, a cloud of moisture hits your face, and quiet little wooden houses stand in a row.
A figure stood quietly among the flowers.
The man had white hair and green eyes, and was wearing a verdant Chinese-style buttoned suit with golden plum blossoms on the collar and cuffs. He had a tall and slender figure, and the joints of his fingers were clearly visible.
At just one glance, Su Mingan felt familiar and his heart tightened - is this person Si Que's sister?
Looks like the genders don't match.
The man who led the way beside him bowed and said, "Greetings, young master."
"Yeah." The white-haired young man responded and looked at Su Mingan:
"…Long time no see, Si Que."
At this moment, Su Mingan's [Heart Blood (Red Level)] was triggered.
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[Heart Blood (Red Level, Evolvable): "The fifty Fire Bearers have finally arrived on their way home - Mr. Su Mingan, you are our destination and miracle."
Physical defense value: 5 points
Mental defense value: 5 points
Passive Skill (Utopia): From now on, you can retrieve history through personal experience (methods of retrieving history include but are not limited to: touching antiques, studying ancient paintings, listening to folk songs of the old times, consulting the few people whose memories have not been erased, exploring ruins, etc.), and store history in your mind. This storage is permanent. 】
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This was the first time this equipment had been triggered since entering the eleventh world. Su Mingan had a basic understanding of the triggering mechanism—it would only be triggered when it involved very important people or important history.
At the moment of triggering, he saw the picture.
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This seems to be a scene from many years ago.
Si Que was wearing a single-sided brown and yellow linen cloth with a white cross-collar that revealed a small portion of his chest, looking like a bard.
As he passed by the hillside, he saw a man lying on the hillside.
"...Stranger, why are you lying here?" Si Que asked.
The white-haired young man was lying in tatters, with messy hair, scars all over, and coughing up blood. But his eyes were as peaceful as the wilderness, as if the wind blew and the world changed with it.
"…Because I'm going to die." The white-haired young man put his hands on his chest and replied calmly: "I have a serious illness and no one will save me."
He was quite calm and seemed to have accepted death.
"How do you know there's no one here?" Si Que squatted down.
"...You want to save me?" The white-haired young man raised his eyes slightly. Could a stranger passing by be so kind?
"I won't save you." Si Que smiled and plucked some wild flowers from the surrounding hillsides and placed them on the chest of the white-haired young man. This flower is called "bamboo leaf flower", and its petals are shaped like bamboo leaves. It can be seen everywhere in Luowasha and is the most common and tenacious flower species.
The white-haired young man didn't understand what he meant.
"Your posture is quite standard. If you add these flowers, you will look like a very beautiful dead person." Si Que said, "Just keep this posture."
After saying that, he waved his hand and walked downstairs.
"...Wait a minute." The white-haired young man sat up. The death in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly felt unwilling. Si Que's seemingly playful action inexplicably aroused his desire to survive.
If he died in this manner, his enemies would probably point at his corpse in the same way.
Waiting for death peacefully is fake, living is meaningful. Even if it is humiliating, even if it is asking for help...
"... Save me." The white-haired young man stumbled down, and due to his unsteady steps, he bumped into Si Que's shoulder, but he still weakly repeated: "... Please save me."
Si Que didn't look back: "I'm not a good man, nor am I anyone's savior. What can you bring me if I save you?"
The white-haired young man thought for a moment and said, "I am the young master of the Qingzhu clan, Lu Shen. I was expelled from the clan. When I return, I will be your helper... No matter who you are, I will follow you."
Si Que shrugged: "I don't think highly of a mere Qingzhu tribe."
"As a member of the Green Bamboo Clan, I will shed my skin constantly. If you save me, you can eat me." Lu Shen judged his own flesh and blood in the form of a transaction and crushed his dignity into the mud.
Si Que remained unmoved upon hearing this: "I'm not interested in eating you, but the other way around is fine."
Lu Shen blinked, almost thinking he had heard it wrong.
Si Que changed the subject: "...How about this, you make a contract with me to follow me for life. You have to promise that you will not disobey me, disobey me, hurt me, or betray me."
Lu Shen made the contract as he was told, and Si Que fulfilled his promise - Si Que took out a feather pen and wrote a few words on Lu Shen's body, and Lu Shen's illness suddenly healed.
"...Are you a god?" Lu Shen opened his eyes wide. He felt that only a god could do such a magical thing.
The bard smiled, his golden eyes were bright and burning, like a pair of god's eyes, but without the coldness, indifference, and indifference of a god. The smile in his eyes made people feel...
He is in the world.
With arms outstretched, he seemed to embrace the flowers all over the hills, and bamboo leaves fluttered. The bard's eyes were the same color as the sunlight, and he casually said something extremely wanton and wild, shocking Lu Shen's heart:
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"——God is nothing but the ink of my pen."
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And the world is in his palm.
At this moment, Lu Shen seemed to be hit by a strong turbulence, and an unprecedented sense of confusion flew in his heart. He was like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, and suddenly saw a bird flying high in the cage. The bird's two little paws fell on the iron bars, and it laughed mockingly towards the sky, and its laughter was as bright as fire.
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