Monument of Life and Death

   "It's a long story," Huang Zhi sighed, "Master, in fact... the apprentice has always been by your side, although you may not have felt it..."

   "Always by my side?" Lao Luo was surprised, "Why... I never noticed it?"

Huang Zhi nodded and said, "At the beginning, I used my little spiritual energy to enter the dream of that eldest sister, but entering the dream consumed too much spiritual energy. In the end, I only had this spiritual tide left. You...you are Guichai is an existence that spans life and death. After you appeared, I found that as long as I surround you, my spiritual energy that may dissipate at any time can be stabilized, so I have been following you, hoping to be in my own. After recovering the spiritual power, you can have the opportunity to show up and reincarnate..."

   Huang Zhi spoke, but his eyes gradually became lonely. He lowered his head, and his tone of voice became more and more lonely.

   "So you... have recovered your spiritual power now?" Lao Luo asked tentatively.

  Huang Zhi's lips trembled, he hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"That's too late…"

  Old Luo's face suddenly turned pale, "Then... isn't it..."

   "Master, don't be sad." Huang Zhi raised his head and looked at Lao Luo gratefully. "Master, I am very satisfied to see you for the last time and help you..."

"But…"

   "Master, we don't have much time," Zhuge Shou interrupted Lao Luo, "Your banner, you must put it away, definitely..."

   "Xiao Shou..." Lao Luo got a sad signal from the determined eyes of the two. He looked at the two back and forth, and said reluctantly, "Are you leaving?"

  Huang Zhi and Zhuge Shou nodded at the same time.

  Old Luo didn't speak anymore, he slowly let go of the hands of the two, and he looked much older.

  The three of them stared at each other like this, and there was a moment of silence around them.

   After a long time, Lao Luo's hoarse voice reached their ears.

   "I...have a chance to see you guys?"

   "Master..."

  The eyes of the two were slightly red. After a long while, there were two plops, and the two knelt down in front of Lao Luo.

"Master, you are a teacher for a day and a father for life. To me, you are already equivalent to my father," Huang Zhi said sonorously, but his figure became more and more transparent. One day, as long as I am alive, I will never forget your..."

"Master, without you, the two of us might still be just two **** who grew up in an orphanage. It is really a blessing for the two of us to be here today," Zhuge Shou said with tears in his eyes, "Master, goodbye today!" , I hope that in the future, you, Junior Brother Jiutian, and everyone from Bayliangshui will be healthy and smooth, free from worries and fears..."

  Old Luo Qian was choked in his throat, he could only reach out to help the two of them up, but found that he could no longer touch their bodies.

  The spiritual powers of Huang Zhi and Zhuge Shou are disappearing.

  The last teary-eyed look Lao Luo saw was the last time the two bowed to him.

  He seemed to see the two children stepping into the gate of the Mystery Bureau for the first time, kneeling in front of him and calling him master for the first time.

  Lao Luo closed his eyes.

  In the past, he couldn't accept that his young life withered early.

  But now, no matter how difficult it is to accept, I have to try to accept it.

  ***

  A fool has no secrets.

  Looking at the extremely painful Wen Ling in front of him, the fool's heart is very complicated.

  On the one hand, he feels sorry for his companion’s pain, but on the other hand, he feels that what Wen Ling said sounds very strange.

   "I...Of course I don't have a secret. Why do I have a secret for you?" The fool looked at the few people with his clear eyes, "No... don't you all have secrets?"

  Wenling and Baomu both closed their mouths at the same time.

   "Speak up," the fool folded his arms, "Are you all hiding something from me?"

   "Fool, don't care about those details for now," Wen Ling stammered, "Since you won't be attacked by those eyes, can you...try to observe those eyes?"

  Fools are really easy to fool. As soon as Wen Ling said that, his attention immediately shifted to those eyes.

   "Then I'll go and observe," the fool said, resolutely leaning towards those eyes, "Can this thing be touched?"

   "You... don't touch it yet," Wen Ling covered his eyes and gave himself some breathing room, "Look at it first."

  The red pupils moved with the fool's movements, as if wondering why the person in front of him didn't feel pain.

   "They are red," the fool described with his meager language ability while observing, "it looks kind of disgusting."

  Wenling felt stung. After all, it was the illusion of their Sanyan's divine eyes, but considering that the fool is a fool, Wenling decided not to pursue it for the time being.

   "Can you see what's in your eyes?" Wen Ling asked, keeping his mind steady.

   "Speaking of which...those eyes are indeed translucent," said the idiot, "there seems to be something inside..."

   "What is it?"

   "I can't see clearly," the fool said sincerely, "I can only see something moving."

   "Can you see the moving pupils?" Wen Ling continued to ask.

   "This is okay," Baomu said, "The pupils are also red, but the color is darker than other places."

   "You... do your mobile phones still have power?" Wen Ling suddenly changed the subject.

   "Huh? Mobile phone?" The fool said, and quickly reached out to touch his pocket, "Let me see... there seems to be a little bit, and... three percent, is it enough?"

   "It's enough, you turn on the flashlight, and use the light source to shine on that pupil," asked the spiritual guide, "and see the reaction of those pupils."

"Oh, alright…"

  The idiot operated obediently, and within a few seconds, a beam of light pierced through the blood-red mist around him, and the idiot himself was squinted by the sudden light.

  Those pupils are no exception.

  The crimson pupils suddenly narrowed, and they turned around one after another, as if avoiding the light.

   "The pupils narrowed and then turned away," the fool described truthfully, "it seems to be afraid of light."

   "They are afraid of light," Wen Ling finally opened his brows, "That's right, it seems that these pupils have also inherited the weakness of Sanyan God's Eye."

   "Are God's eyes afraid of light?" asked the fool.

   "Actually, not only God's eyes, but all eyes are afraid of light," Wen Ling said, "Okay, in this way, we have a way to break the game."

   "Run out?"

   "That's right," Wen Ling said firmly, "It is to use light, so strong that it can blind all these eyes."