What are you saying?
Frowning, Song Yishun didn't understand what the other person was saying.
Why are you looking at me? Who are you?
"Who I am is no longer important. Now... do you really know who you are?"
Who could I be? I'm Song Yishun...
It was such a simple answer, yet I couldn't bring myself to say it.
A very strange question arose in Song Yishun's mind.
"who I am?"
Seeing Song Yishun lost in thought because of his words, Ning Feng sighed silently.
Are you feeling sad?
Ning Feng had it in his heart.
However, before truly seeing Song Yishun's inner thoughts, the sadness wasn't actually that strong; what it felt more like was anger towards the extraordinary creature.
Upon arriving at the ruins of Fencheng, Ning Feng, who possessed demonic blood, keenly noticed some things that others had overlooked.
In the ruins reduced to scorched earth, the number of souls was far too few.
Even if the Flame Demon Queen took the opportunity to plunder the tormented souls of the people of Fencheng after the surprise attack, there are too few left now.
So, where did those souls that should have vanished go?
When Ning Feng traced the source back to Song Yishun, he found the answer.
All those shattered souls are within Song Yishun's soul.
He alone carried the weight of all souls on his shoulders.
He was just an ordinary person, yet he incorporated nearly ten thousand broken souls into his dreams.
A dream that seems beautiful, but can never be truly realized.
Although Ning Feng didn't want Song Yishun to wake up either, time... was running out!
If Song Yishun doesn't wake up soon, then these tens of thousands of souls will completely merge with him.
At that time, the world will have one more special being who will never wake up, but is comparable to a legend.
However, that individual named Song Yishun no longer exists.
That kind of future is something no one wants to see.
Ning Feng didn't want Song Yishun to become that kind of person after paying such a price, so he had no choice but to play the villain.
He will personally shatter this dream!
He looked at Song Yishun and said earnestly:
"You actually woke up a while ago and realized that something was wrong."
“You understand everything.”
Everything in this dream is not without reason, but is composed of a most fundamental desire.
Song Yishun hoped that everyone was still alive.
He wished none of that had happened.
However, despite the intensity of this desire, it was utterly powerless against the bleak reality.
So he had no choice but to settle for creating this dream.
Using a gentle tone, Ning Feng chose words that wouldn't upset Song Yishun:
"You've done a great job of trapping all the souls of Fencheng here and preventing the Flame Demon Queen from taking them all."
"You don't need to keep going anymore. Leave the rest to me."
Looking at Song Yishun, who was already in pieces, Ning Feng reached out his hand to him:
"Hand them over to me, or they will lose all their potential."
"It's not too late now. They still have a future. If we wait a little longer, everything will be..."
Wake up!
Time is running out!
If this continues, all your efforts and the pain you've endured will be for naught!
"...I, I understand."
Perhaps she truly understood the urgency in Ning Feng's tone, because the pain on Song Yishun's face instantly vanished.
With a sense of loss, he turned to look at his wife and family, then turned back and gave an awkward smile:
"Then...then I'll leave them in your care."
Looking at Ning Feng's face, he finally remembered where he had seen him before, and suddenly said with some regret:
"It's a real pity that I couldn't have that drink with you."
A phantom wine glass appeared, and Song Yishun gestured towards Ning Feng, asking:
"Now, may I have the honor of having a drink with you?"
Ning Feng silently accepted the wine glass but did not clink glasses with Song Yishun.
"Feel sorry."
Raising his head, Ning Feng stared into Song Yishun's eyes and said softly but firmly:
"I will drink this glass of wine when I am old enough to drink it, but not now."
Blinking, the returning traveler, burdened by the destiny of his homeland, seemed to have misunderstood Ning Feng's words, and vaguely said:
"I see..."
And this sentence finally became the last straw that broke Song Yishun's dream.
Even the most beautiful dream is still just a dream.
And now, it's broken.
The dream collapsed, and the countless guests at the wedding banquet reverted to their original forms, fragmented and tormented souls.
They looked at Ning Feng at that moment, waiting for his next words.
Ning Feng stared at Song Yishun, who carried all the souls on his back, and watched the souls behind him constantly shatter and dissipate in the dream. He spoke softly:
"Don't worry, I will make them pay the price."
He whispered an oath to the soul of the dying man:
"I swear."
...
...
In the ward, Song Yishun, who had just suddenly become stiff, suddenly moved.
Tataka: !
!
"thank you……"
Song Yishun, who had been staring blankly for a moment, suddenly spoke up, which excited Tataka, who had almost given up.
"Kid! You..."
But before Tataka could be happy, Song Yishun, who had fully regained his senses, looked at Tataka and burst into tears.
Despite the excruciating pain of his broken heart, he managed to utter his final words:
"……sorry."
sorry!
?
"What did you say sorry for? Wait... kid!?"
Just as Tataka, filled with unease, was about to raise his hand, he suddenly noticed a change in Song Yishun's soul!
It broke.
It was as if it finally couldn't withstand the pressure, and its last remaining vitality quickly disappeared, leaving no trace of its former self.
Song Yishun's body was not completely dead; it still retained human warmth.
But what existed there was only an empty shell; his soul had been completely shattered.
"No!"
The hands that could easily break iron stones trembled at this moment, and Tataka could hardly hold onto Song Yishun's body.
"Aaaaaah!"
!
"
He roared in anger!
"Damn it!"
Tataka cursed the supernatural beings who had done all this!
He cursed this fate!
The father, terrified, spurred his horse and galloped away.
He held the groaning child tightly in his arms.
We finally arrived at his house.
The child in his arms had already died.
Behind Tataka, Ning Feng, having closed the book, did not reveal himself but silently walked out of the room.
He did not walk towards the teleportation array.
Instead, they walked slowly toward the ruins that had turned to scorched earth, their steps unusually heavy.
Those heavy footsteps and drooping shoulders made him look...
It's like carrying countless souls on one's back.
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