Wei Sushen's voice was not heard for a long time. After a while, a low sigh sounded.
Fang Shan wondered why the host had already entered a season of sentimentality, even though it wasn't autumn yet. He didn't dwell on the topic of his current interest, focusing instead on the question: "Tell me about your experiences in the immortal world."
Wei Sushen: "As you expected, I saw you and the evil god in the past."
Fang Shan paused for a moment, then quickly asked, "Was I incredibly charming and stunning back then?"
Seeing the other person's expectant face, Wei Sushen suddenly felt that he couldn't continue the conversation.
"Not much different from now." After saying this, the system unexpectedly saw disappointment in its eyes: "What's with that expression?"
Fang Shan said in a bored tone, "I thought I could have a good character in the past."
Now I think about it, some things are innate, engraved in our bones and cannot be erased.
Wei Sushen had already witnessed his precision in understanding his own laws and yet he refused to change despite repeated admonitions, so he shook his head.
After accepting the reality, Fang Shan waited for what would happen next.
Wei Sushen: "There's nothing too bizarre about the details. One day, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipated, and the evil god perished with it."
Fang Shan pointed at himself: "What about me?"
Wei Sushen: "Suicide for love."
“…”
Fang Shan waved his hands repeatedly: "No, there's no way I'd choose such a tragic way to die."
"That's the truth."
Wei Sushen considered it carefully and decided to reveal everything about Yilu's original body and source code.
Fang Shanru was hit hard: "So I'm just a substitute."
Wei Sushen: "Don't get too hung up on this."
Fang Shan was silent.
Time flowed slowly, and the candle had already burned halfway. The light made Fang Shan's pupils seem to tremble slightly. After coming to his senses, he looked at Wei Sushen accusingly: "As a qualified lover, comforting your frustrated partner is a basic requirement."
Wei Sushen looked at him, raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally patted his head gently.
Just as a slight warmth rose in my heart, I heard that deep and pleasant voice say, "You are you, a unique firework."
"..." Fang Shan raised his head: "Is this what you call comfort?"
Are you sure you're not insulting his cultural level?
Wei Sushen: "When Xiao Pei was a child, he had a cat. After it died of illness, he brought home a wild cat."
It was a very clever cat, and it would use its claws to destroy the photo that the fat boy had left in the room with his ex-girlfriend's cat.
"But after Xiao Pei said this, it will be much better."
Fang Shan's eyelids jumped: "I didn't see any cat in your house."
Wei Sushen: "Then it disappeared, but every year on Xiao Pei's birthday he would dream of the cat greeting him."
"…Are you sure it's not a cat demon?"
Wei Sushen: "Maybe."
Hearing the calm tone, Fang Shan felt sympathy for the fat boy from the bottom of his heart.
He was very resilient and quickly accepted the fact that he was a derivative of the source code. He took a deep breath and a smile reappeared on his face. "The past cannot be retrieved, but treasure can be retrieved."
Fang Shan's eyes curved with a smile: "During the time period the host went, he should be able to see where I buried the treasure."
Wei Sushen was silent for a moment, then tried to speak in a calmer tone, "You died with the treasure."
The lazy smile in Fang Shan's eyes gradually turned cold: "What?"
Wei Sushen pursed his lips and said, "Have you ever heard of the story of Du Shiniang sinking the treasure chest in anger?"
In the dead silence, Fang Shan poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
Wei Sushen: "Are you okay?"
Fang Shan smiled: "It's just a small blow."
Wei Sushen looked away: "But your hands are shaking badly."
The cup fell heavily on the table with a thud. Fang Shan pinched his throat and angrily said, "You loser!"
Wei Sushen swayed with his movements with an expressionless face.
The next day, the weather was cool. Xie Lan was about to find an open space to practice swordplay. Seeing Fang Shan, he was slightly surprised: "Why are you up so early today?"
"I just didn't sleep." Fang Shan looked like an eggplant hit by frost, so wilted that no expression could be seen.
Sighing and forcing himself to cheer up, Fang Shan looked around but saw no sign of Bai Yiqing.
Xie Lan saw the confusion and explained, "He went to find the Buddhist disciple early in the morning."
The system was always there to join in the fun, and it was ready to eavesdrop after renewed energy. Xie Lan didn't stop him, but was surprised by the speed at which the other person's expression changed.
Contrary to expectations, Fang Shan had just climbed up the high wall when Bai Yiqing left.
The two of them stared at each other on the wall. The latter left without any reaction. Fang Shan stared at his back for a while, but it was really hard to see any similarities between him and Wei Sushen.
"Since you're a guest, wouldn't it be inappropriate to hang it on the wall?"
Fang Shan turned his head away. Fozi had his usual gentle smile on his face. He felt they could debut together as a group, calling them the Fake Smile Duo.
He jumped down and walked gracefully to the monk: "Brother Bai, there seems to be some disappointment in your expression."
The monk was amazed at his keen observation ability, which allowed him to capture even such a subtle detail.
"Donor Bai wanted to ask me some questions, but was rejected."
Fang Shan seemed to be lost in thought.
The monk's words were always unexpected: "But if it's you, I'm willing to answer."
Fang Shan frowned: "Why?"
Monk: "I said from the beginning that your companion was a rootless person, and so are you."
Fang Shan: "Then why didn't you let me possess you that day?"
Monk: "This is the choice of immortality."
Fang Shan could roughly guess what was going on; after all, he wasn't really human. "What did Fellow Daoist Bai ask?"
"A lot," the monk said, waving his hand gently, indicating that none of it mattered. "I'm not going to answer because I'm worried about damaging his faith."
Fang Shan habitually praised: "Buddhists have compassion for the world and for mankind."
Ignoring his halfhearted flattery, the monk said calmly, "Immortality is not something found in this world. According to common sense, Heaven cannot tolerate such an alien species."
Fang Shan, who was also an alien species, drank some tea to calm himself down.
"When I first stumbled across information about Immortality, I had a rather absurd thought..." The monk closed his eyes, "Could it be that the world we live in is nothing more than a dream of Immortality?"
Fang Shan's face remained calm, but his eyes were deep yet concealed a hint of emotion. He had had the same thought before, and his suspicions only grew stronger after Wei Sushen entered his dream.
The only ability of the crystal ball was to help with sleep and dreams. Wei Sushen inexplicably entered this dimension without his help, and everything reflected from the side might just be a mirage.
Fang Shan's lips moved, and he was about to speak, but when he looked up, he accidentally caught a glimpse of sadness in the Buddha's eyes, and his heart moved... Sometimes being too wise is not a good thing.
"Worrying about nothing will only bring you trouble." Fang Shan pretended to be oblivious. "True and false are opposites. A Buddhist should just do his duty."
The monk smiled and said, "I hope I can understand it one day in the future."
The moment Fang Shan emerged from the high walls, his heart felt heavy for a moment, but it quickly vanished. His mechanical heart never bore any unnecessary emotions, except for its host.
But when Fang Shan thought about squandering his family fortune for the other person, he felt a pang of heartache.
It took an incense stick of time to sort out the withered heart. Surprisingly, Wei Sushen was not reading in the room, but looking down at the Immortal in his hand and fell into deep thought.
Fang Shan walked over and said, "It seems you have doubts too."
Wei Sushen nodded: "I just don't know how to leave."
Previously, in the immortal dream, he endured until the death of the evil god and Fang Shan before he was freed.
Fang Shan smiled and said, "Is it like a dream within a dream?"
In fact, we should have expected that immortality would be the most reasonable explanation. How could we go back in time so easily? If there was any deviation in history, the headquarters could not afford it.
The immortal who had released his power once would be like a piece of stiff gelatin when he fell asleep again, and even the top-level magic would not be able to affect him.
Fang Shan rubbed it back and forth patiently, "Tell me, what will it take for you to give in?"
The motionless Immortal unexpectedly reacted, and a sentence appeared on the translucent layer: "Hide and seek."
If Wei Sushen hadn't stopped him quickly, Fang Shan would have slapped him.
"If you are caught, you will have to stay here with me forever."
"Did you see that?" Fang Shan curled his lips in disdain and said to Wei Sushen, "This is the classic and clichéd cliché of horror movies."
Wei Sushen had long been accustomed to the fact that as long as he stayed with the system, he could unlock skills that would reveal magical plots. At this moment, he seemed to be more inclined to be indifferent.
The world is an eternal dream, and no flower or grass in this dream can escape its eyes.
But Bumie didn't give them much time to react, and explained to himself: "I will close my eyes and count to a thousand, and the game will officially begin."
Their eyes met, and Wei Sushen said coldly, "Play with it."
Fang Shan thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "You can play, but there is a limit. If you can't catch both of us within a day, you lose."
Bumie's light flashed for a moment, which was considered as agreement.
With the sound of a door closing gently, the room fell silent.
Not more, not less, I counted silently in my heart exactly one thousand times, as if the indestructible thing suddenly moved.
This was the first time it opened its eyes completely, and no emotion could be seen in its almost completely white pupils.
Bumie drifted slowly through the air, a patient hunter without a trace of impatience. Near noon, he slipped through the wall and entered the vast, maze-like Sutra Library. Quickly and accurately, he stopped in front of a book, delved into a page, and moved his fingers over the words at the end.
"Ahem."
A low cough was heard, and the words jumped out of the page, fell to the ground and turned into human form.
"It's a bit forced." Wei Sushen shook his head.
Although this body has excellent qualifications for cultivation, its constitution is weak and even the simplest transformation cannot be maintained for long.
He easily found one of them, and Bumie seemed to be in a very good mood. He shook it a few more times and went to look for the next target.
The sun gradually shifted, the midday sunlight fading into the dimness of dusk. The once leisurely Immortal began to grow increasingly impatient. Its consciousness wandered every corner of the world, but no matter how carefully it searched, it still found nothing.
The system hiding in the host's body laughed disdainfully: "Idiot."
The author has something to say: Fang Shan: Playing hide-and-seek with me, rubbish.
Wei Sushen: ...I understand the principle, but can you hide it somewhere else?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
