Chapter 92

Except for the Marquis of Buye, no one could hear his sincere blessing. The light spots of light with light white and gold flew around the baby and then sank into her body.

Her arms and legs seemed to become stronger, and her babbling became louder.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out, opened the lid of the incubator, and the nurse took the baby out of the incubator.

She wore a mask, but her exposed eyes were full of smiles: "It's another healthy and lively child!"

The baby's parents received the fruit of their love from the nurse, and the mother kissed the baby's chubby face: "Baby, let's go! We're going home!"

Both the mother and the child were safe and healthy. After staying in the hospital for a while and confirming that there were no problems, they were ready to be discharged.

The soft and cheerful voice came from near the incubator to the door, making everyone who heard it feel as if they could share in the happiness.

This hospital is home to people with all kinds of difficult and complicated illnesses and those whose lives are coming to an end. They are struggling on the brink of death. Only here is the birth of new life, a starting point, happiness, and the only different bright spot.

"Regrets?"

Zang Sheng suddenly heard a question without any beginning or end.

"Eh?" He tilted his head slightly, his white eyelashes like butterfly wings about to fall, "Regret?"

"Because no one can see me?" He thought for a moment, then laughed again, "A little bit."

He had been wandering around the hospital for eighteen years, witnessed many births and deaths, said farewell to many newborn babies, and sent off many patients whose lives had stopped.

Born here, died there.

Life and death are both separate.

“I’m used to it,” he said.

Buyehou looked at him quietly. The translucent Zangsheng had a rare innocent heart.

He thought of the book "The Hypothesis of Spirits", and Zang Sheng's identity seemed to be revealed at this moment -

He is the spirit of this hospital.

The desire and obsession of countless people to survive were concentrated in this hospital which was only established for over a hundred years, and it created him.

All living things.

"Don't look at me with such a sad look..." Zang Sheng suddenly leaned over and poked Buyehou's cheek, making the corner of his mouth turn up, "I am the spirit of Renxin Hospital, this is what I should do."

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 front of the abyss between life and death, life is as fragile as plankton or bubbles.

In Zang Sheng's eyes, his only friend did not laugh because he poked his cheek. His eyes behind the glasses seemed to carry a lot of things, heavy and suppressed, as if he was trapped without any room for struggle.

Zang Sheng didn't understand, but he felt sorry for his friend.

Zang Sheng grabbed his hand and whispered, "I'll take you somewhere else, okay?"

The translucent Ling was simply at a loss. He could only pull his friend through the crowd who couldn't see him, and then go to the top floor of the hospital's top building.

They easily passed through the iron gate with three layers of chains. Behind the iron gate was a spacious roof. The sun was setting in the west, dyeing the clouds gorgeously.

“I like coming here the most,” Zang Sheng said, “because I can see outside the hospital.”

Looking out from here, outside the huge hospital are roads that extend in all directions. There are long lines of cars parked in front of traffic lights. Some people are crossing the road, some are eating at roadside stalls, some are taking a walk, and some are chatting... The noisy sounds drift far away, and it is a lively atmosphere that is completely different from the gloomy and lifeless atmosphere of the hospital.

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"Woof?"

Little Gray let out a confused cry, and then received a gentle pat on the head, but the person who touched his head sighed deeply, as if he had encountered some difficult problem.

Little Gray stretched out his claws to hook the hanging pendant out of boredom, but heard the owner of the pendant muttering to himself: "I want to buy him a cup of tea..."

There are two kinds of teahouse contracts: one is to make good connections, and the other is to make bad connections. Making good connections requires tea as a guide, but making bad connections has no taboos.

“…Woof?”

Xiao Hui didn't quite understand why inviting people for tea had to be so complicated.

Yu Tu said to Xiao Hui in a non-committal way: "You don't understand..."

After confirming that Zangsheng was the spirit of the hospital, Yu Tu knew what those light spots of light mixed with light in white and gold were. The light white was the vitality that Zangsheng brought with him after he became tangible, and the gold fragments that were so fine that they were almost invisible were the merits he had gained from saving lives.

He could certainly invite Zangsheng for tea, establish a good relationship with him and make up for his loss, but the prerequisite was that he could never help save people again.

Every time a point of light is scattered, his vitality disappears. The fate of the world is as constant as energy. If you interfere with someone's fate, you will bear the consequences of that person's fate.

Even if the cause and effect line is so thin that it can be ignored, after years of accumulation, he has been trapped and it is difficult to escape.

Yu Tu sighed again.

This was the most tangled time since he opened the door.

Xiao Hui had given up trying to catch the chain and instead nuzzled into his palm. He always felt that there was an indescribable familiar fragrance in Yu Tu's palm.

Xiao Hui was so happy that he continued to cup his palms without any care in the world. Yu Tu finally remembered what he had forgotten—the indissoluble bone powder that he had put away.

"You're not a real puppy, how come you have such a keen nose?" Yu Tu poked Xiao Hui's head, almost causing it to slip off Yu Tu's knees. "I still have a use for the bone powder, so I can't let you eat it for now."

He clearly remembered that in the last comic update, during the projection conference, the incorruptible bone fragments escaped from the Chang'an Academy for the first time, which was also eighteen years ago - the same time when Zang Sheng's consciousness suddenly awakened from the chaos.

Eighteen years ago...what happened?

Yu Tu spread his hands in front of him, a faint light appeared on his palms, and a small bundle wrapped in green leaves appeared in his hands. The bundle automatically opened up, revealing black powder on the leaves.

"You can't eat it—" Yu Tu's other hand was not idle either, and he decisively covered Xiao Hui's head. With his vision blocked, Xiao Hui's four paws fluttered around like a little turtle stranded on the shore.

The energy gathered in his eyes, and when he looked at the black powder in the palm of his hand, a line that seemed to be there and not there appeared out of thin air, winding and disappearing into the void.

Yu Tu murmured: "In the world inside..."

He suddenly had a bold idea. He wanted to follow the line and take a look at its end point.

Yu Tu put Xiao Hui on the ground with one hand. The green leaves in his palm curled up, wrapping the black bone-indissolving powder. The leaves began to turn yellow and then started to burn in his palm. The figure of Buyehou flickered and dissipated like water waves.

…

Chasing that seemingly invisible line, time seems to become very long, and also seems to become very short. In my perception, the distance is sometimes far and sometimes near. The concepts of time and space slowly blur in my breathing, and I gradually wake up in the blur.

Yu Tu felt his cheeks a little cold, so he opened his eyes. In the September sky, heavy snowflakes were fluttering and falling on his hair, cheeks, and shoulders.

There was already a thick layer of snow on the ground. In the endless whiteness, there was no sign of any living creature. Only in the distance, there was a mountain that was also covered with snow.

The black powder wrapped in the dead leaves on the palm of his hand has been burned for more than half, and the color of the line seems to have become a little darker, as if indicating that the destination is not far away.

Yu Tu trudged through the snow, leaving a long trail of footprints on the ground, but the heavy snow soon covered all the footprints.

Yu Tu finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. The line was connected to a mountain wall. Energy gathered in his palm, and the empty mountain wall began to ripple. Yu Tu took a step forward and found a different world inside the mountain wall.

He saw a world made of ice and snow.

There are densely packed vertical ice spikes above your head, the tips of which are so sharp that it seems that if you press them, they will cut your flesh and bleed profusely. There are broken ice cubes under your feet, and the sharp ice cubes of all sizes are piled together, forming a rugged road surface.

The winding line extends forward in the world of ice and snow, sinking into the thicker ice layer.

Yu Tu kept walking forward. He didn't know how many pieces of ice he had crossed or how many bends he had turned, but he finally reached the end of this road made of ice.

In the space at the end, ice chains thicker than a person crisscrossed and converged towards the same center. On the ice platform more than five meters high, a young man was locked.

His eyes were tightly shut, and his skin was more transparent than ice and snow, as if he was holding on to a breath that would evaporate at any moment. He had a red tassel pendant on his right ear, and the tassel was very long, falling all the way to his shoulders, the only color on his body.

The line split into two here, one leading to the locked boy, and the other leading to the ice platform under his feet.

The powder was almost completely burned out, and the line began to become intermittent. Yu Tu focused his energy on his eyes, and he saw a large black mass in the boy's body, a black skull frozen in the ice platform, and many fragments scattered around the head.

Yu Tu widened his eyes slightly, and he suddenly realized where he had followed the line to.

The comics said that after the first escape of the Incorruptible Bone Fragment, the recovered fragments and other Incorruptible Bones were handed over to Kunlun Town Guard.

He is now in...Kunlun!

Perhaps it was because he had been standing in front of the ice platform for too long, the eyelashes of the boy who was chained on the ice platform suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes with great effort, but saw only chains everywhere.

"Heh..." He exhaled a cloud of white mist and slowly lowered his head.

He thought... someone came to see him...

His movement seemed to awaken the red tassels beside his ears. The tassels' threads began to flutter and pierced directly into his spine. Blood oozed out of his back and was quickly frozen into blood-red ice marks by the cold.

This was a warning to him not to act rashly.

…

Yu Tu only felt a flash before his eyes, and then the scenery he saw became familiar - he was back in the teahouse.

Xiao Hui was spinning around at his feet. Soft light filled the room. Mist was rising from the teacup, but Yu Tu's palm was empty.

Dead leaves and black powder, they all disappeared, leaving only the chill brought by the ice and snow, which seemed to still remain on the body.

If the bones do not dissolve, is it a living thing or a dead thing?

Why didn't the young man's bones turn into a zombie when the body was carried by him?

Before one problem was solved, a new one came up. Yu Tu drank a cup of tea expressionlessly and tried to calm himself down.

The days of opening a shop to earn energy are so sad.