Chapter 109

The information revealed in this update was more than Yu Tu had imagined, so much so that he didn't even know where to start.

He had an inexplicable intuition that one of the two people talking in the deep cave must be Di Changqing.

On the last page of the comic, scales shone faintly on the stone wall...

Is it a snake?

Or...

Yu Tu narrowed his eyes and a bold guess emerged in his mind.

……Dragon?

There is too much information obtained from the comics that needs to be deliberated, and it will take a certain amount of time. Yu Tu temporarily suppressed these speculations and thoughts and prepared to review them after reading the individual biographies.

He knows nothing about the origin of the pseudonym Buyehou. Would Tianyan... know?

He is really curious.

Yu Tu closed the comic and clicked on the [Special Chapter] which was a separate section under the comic.

The first line of the [Special Edition] is a short biography of Buyehou. When Yu Tu clicked on it, densely packed comments flooded the first page, all of them "wuwuwuwu".

Yu Tu: “……?”

There were so many comments that Yu Tu could only find the button temporarily to put the crying commentators into the "small black room".

The story begins in a hospital, where the white exterior walls are mottled and the stone floors are worn and cracked, and it is obvious that the hospital is quite old.

After skipping over these details one by one, the comic stops at the gate of the hospital—people coming and going in front of the gate, some holding sick children, some supporting sick elderly people, some carrying things and walking hurriedly... The sufferings of all kinds of people are vividly displayed in this small world.

The Marquis of Buye was standing in the center of the crowd. He seemed like a ray of light or a wisp of wind in the crowd. Many people passed by him, but no one paid attention to him.

He walked into the hospital and stopped at the bottom of a certain building. On the top floor of the building, white and gold spots of light began to condense from all directions and gradually turned into a translucent figure. The figure's white eyelashes trembled, and his eyes with silver pupils opened.

They looked at each other as if from a distance through the thick wall.

The comic book fell into darkness at this moment. In the darkness, there was a "tick-tick" sound.

When it lit up again, it was a precision-operated metal instrument. Many incomprehensible things were displayed on the screen. Many tubes extended from the instrument and were fixed on a tiny baby. Next to the baby, there was a pale white phantom figure floating. He raised his hand slightly, and light spots of light with light white and gold continued to emanate from him and merge into the baby's body.

The comic shows a shot of the monitoring system's screen. If someone with medical knowledge were here, they would find that the dying baby's vital signs had stabilized a little and his condition had improved.

After a certain number of light spots had spread out, the illusory figure turned around as if sensing something. Through a thick glass, he saw Buye Hou standing there, and their eyes met.

The thick glass suddenly turned into flying fragments.

In every fragment, there is a picture, a memory—

Skinny patients with breathing tubes inserted in their bodies, lying on hospital beds; doctors and nurses trotting in the corridors; a metal emergency cart that was almost flying under the push of several people; the piercing hum of the ambulance; the frequent broadcasts that informed the entire hospital...

All the images are connected by light spots of light mixed with light gold. These light spots become increasingly intense, and finally condense into an illusory, translucent shadow.

Next to the translucent shadow is a bubble box representing a question: "...your name?"

The comic's tone turns old-fashioned at this point, like a memory from so long ago that it is no longer clear.

"I don't have a name."

White glowing hair hung beside the shadow, and he seemed to be speaking softly to someone.

"Let me think—"

His smile was gentle, with a hint of sigh in his tone.

"Why don't you just call me 'Zang Sheng'?"

The picture returned to darkness again until the sunlight slowly drove away every trace of darkness. The sun was setting in the west, dyeing the clouds brilliantly.

This is a scene so beautiful that it cannot be described in words.

Under the setting sun, outside the Yifang Hospital, there are roads that extend in all directions, a constant stream of cars, street lights that light up one after another, roadside stalls with the scent of fireworks, children returning from school, and elderly people taking a walk.

In the comic, the silhouettes of the two people on the rooftop are tiny, like mayflies that are born and die in this world.

Buyehou suddenly asked: "Are you sorry?"

The fireworks of the human world were reflected in Zang Sheng's silver-white pupils: "I am the spirit of Renxin Hospital. This is what I should do."

"A little bit," he said with a smile. "I'm used to it."

What are you used to?

Is it a farewell?

Is it life or death?

Or will it be forever far away... and never be seen by anyone?

There is no answer.

After this scene, there are many scenes that are so everyday that they are trivial and boring.

There are many hospital scenes—

It was Zangsheng walking around the inpatient department with Buyehou, knowing every patient's name and symptoms by heart; it was seeing the dirty and messy beds in the stairwell; it was the family members squatting on the ground at the end of the corridor, biting their arms to prevent themselves from crying; it was the patients on the operating table trying their best to survive...

These depressing images are interspersed with some daily fragments from time to time, and the background of these fragments is mostly sunny days. Zang Sheng would chatter about "how many new patients came to the hospital today", "which child was particularly brave and didn't cry when having blood drawn", "who was cured and will be discharged in the next two days".

He would share with the Lord of Buye the noisy cicadas on summer nights, the brightly flickering street lights that suddenly broke down without repair, and the starry sky that he could see while lying on the rooftop...

If the walls of a hospital could record, they would have heard more prayers and weeping during countless sleepless nights than any church or temple.

In the abyss between life and death, life is extremely fragile.

He was trapped in such a depressing place, but it seemed that he would not retain these sorrows in his heart.

When the sun shines down and casts a shadow on the tea table, he would go to the rooftop to drink tea with the Never-Sleeping Marquis, holding a delicate tea cake in his hand, like a cute chipmunk; he would float above the hospital in the quiet night, trying to disperse the lingering deathly aura that condensed above the hospital.

In the comics, the same peaceful and gentle smile would occasionally appear on the face of the Buye.

Yu Tu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the comic, feeling a little dazed.

Was his expression so happy at that time?

The ancients said, "White hair is as new as new, and the hat is as old as before." Zangsheng is indeed a friend worth making.

Yu Tu continued reading. After these trivial details, the comic suddenly gave a close-up of a daily life—

It was also a sunny day with great sunshine.

The translucent figure was floating steadily in the air, discussing the heavy topic of life and death with Buyehou. The hot steam from the tea was rising, blurring Buyehou's eyes and brows.

When Zang Sheng left the rooftop, his eyebrows were curved, and the sunlight fell on his white hair, making him look like a golden furry cat.

He said, "See you tomorrow."

The cheerful and melodious piano music floated to the rooftop. Buyehou was bending over to pack up the tea sets. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "See you tomorrow."

The Buyehou walked down the dark stairs from the rooftop where the sun was shining brightly. When he stepped out of the building and the sunlight once again covered his body, his steps suddenly stopped.

Marquis Buye took a step back.

A transparent bead was lying quietly on the grass.

The sun is setting.

…

The lights were on in the teahouse. In the narrow corridor, the light from the antique display case, which was covered in dust and immersed in darkness, was still dim. Buyehou put the transparent bead into a box. In that box, there were many similar beads.

In such light, I couldn't see his expression clearly. I could only see him gently closing the box, turning around and walking out.

The wind blew from somewhere, and in the frame in the corner, the pages of a book suddenly rustled, and the words on the page were clearly visible.

【The human heart is mixed, driven by desires, and the will gathers, and the spirit is born from this. It is born because of people and dies because of people. It is either great good or great evil. 】

On the line behind this line of words that was covered with ink, the dripping ink suddenly disappeared at a rapid speed, and the words reappeared———

【The heart of a child is burdened with great difficulty. 】

【It is difficult for any living being to have a good end. 】

After this split shot, Buyehou pushed open the door of the teahouse and walked out on the deserted street, from the street lit by street lights to the quiet and deserted alley.

In his hand, a long black pole silently extended. After extending to a certain length, it extended vertically downwards, revealing an ancient lantern covered with gauze on all four sides and with hanging tassels.

When the lantern illuminated the darkness, the Marquis of Buye looked up as if he understood something.

On the distant and silent mountain, there was a strange scarlet light that seemed to be there and not there. At the same moment, in the "cloud" above the hospital, which was a mixture of black and gray, all the white and gold spots of light were extinguished.

The lantern illuminated a small area of ​​the ground, and he remained in this posture, watching for a long time.

Then, holding the lantern, he walked into deeper darkness. The little light in the lantern became smaller and smaller in the darkness, until it was completely swallowed up.

At the end of the darkness, an everyday scene suddenly flashed by, as if covered by a thick black veil.

Buyehou was sitting on the railing of the rooftop, Zangsheng was floating at the window of a room, the melodious piano sounds seemed like materialized notes, Zangsheng was waving with a smile, his hair was floating, covered with a layer of soft light in the sunlight.

In the final darkness, there are two lines of white words—

[Why is farewell music so cheerful and melodious, not sad at all? ]

[Because no one would expect that a meeting would be a farewell forever.]