It was when Uncle Fu opened the letter that he realized that the bond between him and the time lamp had been broken.
His ability is Thread, a fairly standard ability, the only special thing about it is that he can choose to soul-bind to a person.
Originally, the person who was tied up could not unilaterally untie himself, otherwise he would definitely notice it.
But the leader has always been so smart, it's not surprising that he was untied.
Of course, maybe it's also because he is old.
He has grown old, from a young man in his twenties to an old man now. Sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he can sense the decay in his body.
There are also age spots on the back of hands and cheeks.
As early as in the previous flashbacks, he was still able to help the leader with combat power, but later on, as his body grew older, the leader sometimes did not even let him do easy tasks.
That's good too.
From youth to middle age, and then to old age, he has always been with the leader, treating him like his own son. This can be considered a perfect life, not to mention that Xiao Deng and Shi Ge also came later.
When the leader disobeyed and tortured him, he was angry, but more importantly, helpless.
He felt sorry for the child, but he also watched his vitality fade away little by little, watched him lose himself in the repeated flashbacks of time, and watched him suffer from an incurable disease.
Fate always plays tricks on people.
It seems like there is always a pair of hands that guide everyone's ending to where they were supposed to go.
The leader has regrets at every step of his life, and so do Shi Ge and Xiao Deng, after all, they are the same person.
From the moment he read the letter full of farewell words, he vaguely realized that the leader seemed like he would never come back.
He is in this house, unable to wait for his children to come home.
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The white-haired old man hurried to Shenhu City and happened to see the small lamp being swallowed by the crack.
He had the clothes for the child draped over his arm, fearing that he would catch a cold at night.
It's not used anymore.
Uncle Fu stood there for a while and did not choose to go up and ask the reason. In fact, he could probably guess that the letter left by the leader for him was obscure, but it also revealed some information.
It’s a farewell.
Now that Xiao Deng is gone, he doesn't know where to go.
Uncle Fu looked up at the boundless Yellow Springs, found a place where no one noticed him, and walked towards the rushing river of blood using the thread as a rope.
He originally thought that he could not get in, but when he really stepped on the two sides of the Yellow Spring, his body suddenly felt lighter.
Uncle Fu looked at his hands and suddenly realized that he was now translucent.
He: [The living have no destiny and will not enter the underworld. You have forced it, your body has disappeared, and you are already dead.]
What Huang Quan didn't say was that even if he didn't force himself to come in here, his body would be dying and he wouldn't live for many days, so the sooner the better, it wouldn't make much difference.
He remembered the old man who was always with the young man.
Uncle Fu: "That's fine."
He: [Please enter the underworld and be reborn.]
Uncle Fu: “No.”
He was silent for a moment: [You have no obsession in your mind.]
Huang Quan's perception is generally correct. This human being has a clear mind and does not have any worldly obsessions.
The old man smiled, and there was a sense of vicissitude and clarity in his eyes after experiencing so many years. "I no longer have anyone in this world to miss or care about."
"I heard that time is disordered in the underworld and people in the two worlds exist forever. I want to spend a lot of time waiting for someone to return home."
He was speechless.
The old man's face became blurred, and his figure was shrouded in a black mist like a hood. His memory was completely cleared, and he forgot why he was here, why he stayed, and what he was waiting for.
He reached out to pick the reeds and weaved a straw hat.
Thus, there was one more person from the two worlds on both sides of the underworld.
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Most of the time, Huangquan is silent except for the flow of water and the wind.
The man from the two worlds was weaving the straw hat in his hands with great care, but the progress was very slow. For some reason, he wanted to weave a straw hat that was different from the ones he made for everyone else.
Until one day, the water of the Yellow Spring began to flow backwards, and every time it flowed backwards, a young man appeared above the Yellow Spring.
The first time, the boy was only accompanied by a young man in a butler's uniform.
From the second time to the last time, there were always three people following him.
However, the boy's face did not change much, but the butler who had always followed him from the beginning grew from a young man to an old man.
People from both worlds looked at them silently.
The underworld is in disorder and time is chaotic. He didn't know how much time and space had passed in this glance.
After a very long time, the straw hats of the people from both worlds were woven and then taken apart, and woven again countless times. He was always dissatisfied. Maybe he should also weave a flower on it?
But what kind of flower?
He doesn't know.
The people of both worlds were silent, and he heard earnest requests:
"Can I borrow your straw hat, please?"
"Hello, can I use your straw hat?"
"I want to meet someone."
“…”
The man from both worlds stopped what he was doing and looked up—
He is the young man who often makes the underworld flow backwards.
The boy's voice had become hoarse. He seemed to have come from the other side of the river, far away. It was unknown how long he had been begging.
People in both worlds thought, does this person really need a straw hat?
He looked down at the straw hat he had woven halfway. His was the only unfinished hat on both sides of the Yellow Springs, so he was pretty special.
So he walked over and handed the straw hat to the boy.
The boy was very surprised, and his beautiful eyes lit up suddenly.
People in both worlds felt a slight sense of happiness.
He heard the boy ask, "For me?"
He nodded.
The boy asked again: "Do you know me?"
He shook his head.
He probably didn't know him, he didn't even know the boy's name.
The boy seemed to have just remembered that people from the two worlds have no memory of the afterlife. He was a little confused, but he finally touched his hat and stood up: "I'm going to meet a very important person. Thank you for helping me. Although I don't know you, I will remember you."
He didn't know what to say, so he just stood there quietly, watching the young man jump into the underworld to meet the very important person he mentioned.
The people from both worlds left their original places, found an empty place, and looked beyond the underworld.
Those guarding outside Huangquan should be the friends and family of the young man just now.
People from both worlds saw an old man with gray hair. His eyes were full of heartache and worry, and he seemed to be waiting for the young man to return safely.
wait?
The people from both worlds were silent for a moment, thinking that he seemed to be waiting for someone to come home.
Who is that person?
He doesn't remember.
The breeze from both sides of the river blows through the reeds, and the quiet song of the two worlds blows through every person in the two worlds. They occasionally look up, and occasionally look at the human world from the underworld.
All thoughts and concerns are hidden in this melody that has never been heard by the world.
The author has something to say:
It is Cang, and it is Zang
I wrote a special chapter for Uncle Fu, who is waiting for a child who will never come home.