Just broke up with the empress, stepped on the ant to upgrade

For the rest of her life, Zhao Lingxue was always searching.

So much so that later, she seemed to be a little mentally ill.

She gradually had double images in front of her eyes, and everyone looked like the old beggar...

She realized that something was wrong with her.

And every year, Zhao Lingxue would receive the same letter, and the content of the letter never changed... urging her to go back.

Zhao Lingxue would carefully seal the letter in a small iron box and bury it in a place... When burying the letter, she would always say in her heart to wait... and look for it again...

Time passed slowly.

Zhao Lingxue was old and could not walk... There were more and more double images around her... Everyone looked like the old beggar, and everyone looked... but they were not the old beggar...

One day, Zhao Lingxue leaned on a cane and walked to the place where the little girl was that year in a daze.

The little girl was still in the familiar place, swinging on the swing, her two short legs, swaying as before.

"Sister... Haven't you given up yet?" The little girl smiled brightly, and two dimples appeared on her round face, which diluted the scars on her face.

"I always feel that he is by my side!" Zhao Lingxue still shook her head, and her turbid eyes were bloodshot.

"Sister, how long have you been looking here?"

The little girl shook her head, but answered the question irrelevantly.

"Looking..." Zhao Lingxue was stunned for a moment, then counted on her fingers for a while, but thought seriously: "I don't remember, it seems to be... one year? Two years? Or ten years... fifty years..."

"I don't remember..." Zhao Lingxue thought for a while and didn't understand, shook her head, and then couldn't help biting her fingers to think, this is the action she would subconsciously do when she thinks about a problem: "I only remember... I seem to have buried... buried a lot of letters..."

For a long time, Zhao Lingxue replied in a daze, a little paused.

It’s been so long… She almost… Forgot how many years she had been looking… How many letters she had buried…

“You buried 365 letters and met 180,000 people…” the little girl said faintly, giving an accurate number.

“I buried… 365 letters… Yes, yes… 365 years… I’ve been looking for 365 years…” Zhao Lingxue muttered to herself, as if she remembered something, the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

“How… how did you know?” Zhao Lingxue looked at the little girl and asked suddenly.

“And, if it’s really been 365 years, why… why don’t you age?”

She figured out the key to the problem…

After so many years, the little girl’s appearance has always remained the same as when they first met, and even the people in the entire city seem to have not aged at all.

The one who has aged… seems to… always be her…

“Look at how many letters you have buried?”

The little girl did not answer him directly, but pointed to the ground.

There was a pit there, which was where she had been burying letters before.

She walked into the pit tremblingly, opened the small iron box and saw a scene that made her dizzy...

In the iron box, there was a lonely letter buried from beginning to end.

The letter had been weathered for a long time, and it seemed that it would disappear at any time.

"How could this happen...I clearly buried 365 letters...365 years have passed..."

"Why...why did it become one?"

Zhao Lingxue knelt on the ground, talking to herself in a state of disarray, feeling that something seemed to be on the verge of breaking.

"Look behind you again...how many people did you ask..." the little girl said again.

Zhao Lingxue slowly turned her head to look.

Everyone she had ever asked seemed to be disappearing.

The owner of the restaurant, the head girl of the brothel, the embroiderer of the Music Bureau... the crowds and the endless streets...

Their figures gradually faded, and their bodies slowly became illusory. Everyone waved to Zhao Lingxue... with a smile on their lips, but with reluctance and farewell...

In the end, not only them... the whole world and the city began to be wrapped in the light rain, and they disappeared piece by piece.

The restaurant... turned into a wreckage... the brothel... turned into ruins, and the Music Bureau... turned into a broken wall...

The world became turbid and unclear at this moment, and became bizarre and filled with yellow sand!

This is an empty city!

Where are the 108,000 people behind her...Looking back...there has always been only her...

"Where are those people...where are they...where are they?"

"They were just here...where are they...?" Zhao Lingxue asked almost hoarsely, with a distorted expression.

She covered her head in pain, feeling a sense of separation between her body and soul, and her head was splitting.

"Take another look at the letter in your hand." The little girl sighed, and it was complicated and hard to understand.

Zhao Lingxue looked down.

But she saw that the letter in her hand had turned into a crooked "sword" written like a child's graffiti...

This "sword" that had long been dispersed by the wind after being used was condensed again at this moment and appeared in her hand...

"This...this..."

Zhao Lingxue's eyes widened, and she murmured completely without a voice.

"This is clearly the letter left by the God... I clearly used this letter! I summoned the God!"

"It was that day, that day! The God was summoned by this letter... He saved us... He saved us!——"

Zhao Lingxue murmured in pain, her expression twisted and ferocious.

"It is because of this letter... that I can be sure that the Lord God exists in the world, and I can be sure that the protection of our ancestors is right!"

"Shouldn't this letter... have been blown away by the wind long ago? How could... how could it appear here again?"

Zhao Lingxue stared at the letter, looking at the crooked "sword" on it, the unparalleled sword energy and the strong breath of vicissitudes of time almost drowned her...

But she clearly remembered that this letter... had weathered in her hands... and no longer existed...

"If this letter is here, where is the Lord God? Where is he? Where is he!"

Zhao Lingxue almost collapsed and asked, crystal tears kept dripping, wetting the letter paper.

The person I have been looking for for so long... where is he?

Could it be... that person has never existed? What she is looking for... has always been just her illusion? Her fantasy and obsession? ...

"Look back..." The little girl smiled bitterly.

Zhao Lingxue looked back, but saw a mirror that seemed to be broken by a caravan on the broken street behind the wall.

The mirror reflected a broken face, unkempt, with a shabby beard... The face looked panicked and terrified... The eyes were full of red bloodshot... The face was also synchronized, turning around, that was... the old beggar...

That was... her... himself...

"Don't you understand yet?"

"It's time to wake up from the dream... Su Mo..."

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