I'm not a theatre god

As soon as Bai Ye said these words, everyone fell into silence.

"Then what should we do now?" 9 of Hearts helplessly spread his hands, "Originally we planned to bury Mr. Hongchen, but it turns out that Mr. Hongchen is alive and well now... You can't force someone to die, right? And Mr. Wuji was also killed by Mr. Hongchen. If we put it away, wouldn’t our trip be in vain?”

"..."

Even Shiro didn't know what to do at this time... Their first two funerals in the realm went smoothly. Suicune and Aurora-kun could leave as soon as their bodies were collected. But I didn’t expect that a war in the world of mortals would last so long, and not even one of the Nine Lords would die.

Just when everyone was confused, a ray of moonlight projected down from the clouds, fell in front of everyone, and gradually intertwined into a line of text...

"This is..." Everyone was stunned when they saw the sudden moonlight.

Bai Ye slowly pulled down his peaked cap and said helplessly:

"It seems that I won't leave empty-handed this time."

…

Tick-tock——

A drop of rain fell from the broken beams of the ruins, creating ripples in the puddles.

Several refugees walked through the ruined streets in confusion, looking around the Western Zhou Dynasty with confused eyes, as if trying to find familiar shadows in the endless ruins... But except for the occasional fragments of shop door numbers that could be seen on the ground, there was no trace of the previous ones at all. .

Their homes have been destroyed;

"Mom, where is our home?" A boy asked blankly, holding the woman's hand.

"...It should be right in front, no, that's not right, maybe you have to walk a block further...that's not right either..."

"Hey, is this the house of that guy Zhao Laoxi? The walls are still there, quite well preserved." A middle-aged man said in surprise when he saw a small building in the distance.

"Indeed, Zhao Laoxi is really lucky... As long as this house is slightly repaired, it can be lived in again."

"By the way...where is Zhao Laoxi?"

"Dead, as if his head was split open by a silver weirdo."

"..."

"Is there an old man lying over there?"

While everyone was rummaging through the ruins, someone with sharp eyes saw a figure lying on the ground like a corpse on the road in the distance.

The woman exclaimed and subconsciously covered the child's eyes with her hands. After a few other people looked at each other, they still gathered around...

"Are you still alive?"

"It seems to be alive and breathing."

"Why are there so many holes in his body...and there is blood everywhere on his body. How can he still be alive in this condition?"

"He's not an original resident of this street, is he? I've never seen him before."

"..."

Tick-tock——

Drops of rain fell from the sky, fell on the old man's wrinkled cheeks, and then slowly flowed downwards... Amid everyone's surprised discussion, the old man opened his eyes with difficulty.

Confusion, emptiness, pain, silence...

The old man's eyes were lifeless, like a dying puppet, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

"Hey, are you okay? Where do you live? Are there any children alive at home?" A kind passerby leaned over and asked, "Forget it, I'll take you to the hospital first."

The old man didn't answer. He just slowly glanced at the people standing in front of him. After a long silence, he put a pair of wrinkled palms on the ground and tried to get up from the ground... A gasping sound like a broken bellows came from his mouth. When everyone saw this, they immediately reached out to help him.

But the old man gently pushed away their palms, stood up stubbornly, and then staggered toward the far side of the street alone...

His figure gradually became smaller in front of everyone's eyes, and finally disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

"This old man...what's going on?"

"I don't know. You're so seriously injured, why don't you want to go to the hospital?"

"Where is he going?"

"That side seems to be the direction out of the city...but there are only ruins left outside the city, right?"

The crowd's comments gradually faded away in the old man's ears. He just walked forward silently and stubbornly, keeping himself away from the crowd... It was impossible for the hospital to cure his aging, and would only eventually expose his body to the world. He didn't want to die here, in front of everyone.

The whining cold wind blew by the old man's ears. He stepped through the ruins step by step and moved forward alone;

He didn't know where he should go, but the instinct deep in his heart kept driving him forward. Finally, he left the broken city wall, passed through the ruins of one town after another, and finally stood in front of a small river. Stop.

He is tired.

All the old man's organs had failed, and it was extremely difficult to even maintain breathing. He could only hold on to the rotten willow trunk with one hand and let himself sit slowly by the river.

He moved his body as hard as he could, letting his feet hang on the bank, and his toes could touch the cold river water, just like when he was a child, sitting on the bank of the Gusu River, carefree.

After finding a comfortable position, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the willow tree as if all the burden had been lifted.

The withered willow tree stands in the cold wind, waiting for death in silence.

"It's not bad to end here..." Yao Qing murmured to himself.

In fact, Yao Qing originally wanted to return to Liu Town, to the Su house where he and Su Zhiwei had stayed for three hundred years, and die quietly... But he knew how smart Su Zhiwei was. After dealing with Lord Wuji, she It was very likely that he would return to the Su residence to look for himself, so he randomly chose a place that no one knew about.

Although this place is already a ruin, this river and this willow tree are somewhat similar to Liuzhen...

At least dying here will not be so lonely.

The old man's eyes slowly closed, and the only quiet thing in the world was the sound of raindrops falling into the river. He sat quietly under the withered willow tree, like a sculpture that has existed here forever.

Rustle——

The next moment, footsteps appeared in the quiet world.

Someone stepped on the wet soil and came to the old man's side. He also supported the ground with both hands and sat down by the river... A voice sounded softly in his ears:

"From childhood to adulthood, you have never beaten me in hide-and-seek, right?"

The old man's body shook violently.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and looked at the familiar figure beside him with turbid eyes, and froze in place for a while.

"You...how could you..."

"I went back to Su's house and looked around, but I didn't see you. I thought if you wanted to hide from me, you wouldn't hide there... So I jumped out of the red flower and searched the entire realm inch by inch... Finally..."

The white training suit fluttered on the shore, and the graceful black hair brushed across the old woman's shoulders. She turned her head slightly, and her pair of crystal eyes were looking deeply at the strange old face in front of her...

"I found you, Yao Qing."