Looking at the once-silent mountaintop, Cheng Shi and Zhen Xin each wore complex expressions.
No matter how Cheng Shi speculated, it was still just conjecture. For them, whether to stop or not was a decision that required a gamble of courage.
No one knows whether the departure of the wise man is a good thing or a bad thing.
Some might think that it's just about keeping a mortal person alive, is it really worth being so serious and cautious?
It might not be worth it, or it might be unnecessary, but Cheng Shi dared not gamble.
When we are ignorant, we tend to stride forward boldly, but once we learn the truth, we become cautious and timid.
The greater the pressure, the more afraid one is of making a mistake, which is why Cheng Shi insisted on having Longjing perfectly replicate everything he experienced in another world.
A world that has lost hope only needs to communicate its wrong options, while a world that is on the right track dares not change a single variable in its path.
They are lucky compared to other parts of the world, but how far that luck will go is anyone's guess before real misfortune strikes.
"Once a move is made, there's no going back."
Now that the wise man has departed, we should return to welcome our victorious heroes.
Cheng Shi smiled and gestured to Zhen Xin, preparing to return to the clowns' gathering place together. However, Zhen Xin's expression changed slightly, she shook her head, and directly waved her hand to summon the three Dragon Kings over.
When Cheng Shi saw the three clowns standing solemnly in front of him, his eyes sharpened, realizing that something unexpected had happened.
"Where are Zhao Qian and Su Yida...?"
Longjing opened his mouth, unsure how to speak. He looked at Old Zhang, who then took out a charred corpse, gently placed it down, and sighed deeply.
"The one who brought the fire... cannot be saved."
"!!!" Cheng Shi was stunned. "Why?"
“His method of suicide destroyed his own soul.” Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes. “At first, I thought that the barrier of time and space blocked the transmission of his soul.”
But I think that since he also died in this world, his soul should still be in the Lord's Fishbone Temple.
But the truth is, no!
He died without leaving behind any soul.
Upon hearing this, all the intelligent people present understood.
Zhao Qian did it on purpose.
Perhaps fearing that his chance of resurrection might affect Cheng Shi's protection of the torch relay, Zhao Qian's death was not only resolute but also "clean."
The flames of war completely consumed his soul, leaving him as a mere substitute for a corpse, devoid of any evidence.
Of course, his choice was not for Cheng Shi as a person, but for the most beautiful dream of passing on the flame in his heart.
The builders of the city were like that; when they saw someone who could raise the torch higher, each of them was willing to be a stepping stone for the person above them.
Cheng Shi was moved once again. He always felt that he had seen too much and would never be moved by anything again, but every time, the fire-bringers could always inspire those around them with their flames.
He looked at his former teammate with deep sorrow, at his fallen "fellow torchbearer," bowed his head in silent mourning, and murmured softly:
"A spark may be extinguished, but the flame must be passed on."
Goodbye, my friend. May you be freed from suffering, may your wishes be fulfilled, and may the new world of your dreams... be coming soon.
A salute to the greatest torchbearers.
Everyone present bowed their heads, their eyes filled with respect: "Respect to the greatest torchbearers."
The atmosphere became solemn and somber. Cheng Shi closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, and broke the silence, saying:
Even if the sparks that fly out eventually go out, they will still illuminate more darkness in their trajectory.
Zhao Qian's regret ends here, but what about the other one?
Where did Su Yida, whom Chairman Gong brought back, go?
When Su Yida was mentioned, the three of them looked even stranger.
The Dragon King said with a solemn expression:
“There was also a third party involved at the scene. Our plan was hijacked. I threw two bodies off the roof, but only Zhao Qian landed in front of the gravedigger.”
Su Yida's body... disappeared.
"???"
Cheng Shi and Zhen Xin were both taken aback. "What do you mean by 'disappeared'?"
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes, his face also looking rather grim. The plan to pass on the flame had gone smoothly from beginning to end, except for two unexpected incidents that occurred at his step. Although these two incidents were not his fault, they were still infuriating.
"It disappeared during its descent."
Afterwards, I immediately investigated the surrounding area but found no trace.
The newcomer was powerful, bold, and meticulous. He not only removed Su Yida's body but also took the parasitic wood from Su Yida's body and stuffed it onto Zhao Qian's corpse.
Therefore, he meant us no harm; he was simply very interested in the master of trickery.
The Dragon King added, "Even the power of [Memory] couldn't find the true past, which means either the other party has a way to circumvent [Memory], or they are a..."
"Gods?"
Cheng Shi frowned. Nowadays, it seemed that no god would do such a thing.
When [deception] was around, this matter would definitely be blamed on Him, but now there are not many gods left in the world, so who would pay attention to a master of trickery at this critical juncture?
Zhen Xin raised an eyebrow and guessed:
Is it possible that it is a solution?
The real needlework wasn't done by Jie Shu himself, but by him and Su Yida together?
Don't forget, everyone believes Su Yida was brought to this world by him. Could he take Su Yida with him to the next world alongside the Master of Tricks?
It seemed to make sense, but Cheng Shi still shook his head:
"No, you were there at the time. If the wise man could sneak back without your notice, what use would such a godlike ability be?"
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