Whispering Verse

Chapter 2564 The Story of First Fire

The figure in the mist was female at first glance. When she got closer, Shade was sure that she was a witch, at least the twelfth level, and even the thirteenth level was not impossible.

She made a slight sound as she walked on the black beach. She walked in a daze and was stimulated by the light of the bonfire before she stopped. Then she raised her head and looked forward.

His eyes just glanced away from the two men beside the bonfire on the left, and then looked straight at the boat next to the dock pier.

"I'm really here and it's time to leave."

Both Shade and Mr. Nelson heard her whisper. Just as they were about to continue walking, they suddenly turned their heads to look at Shade, as if they had just realized what they had just seen.

The strange witch's eyes widened in disbelief:

"What?"

She noticed something unusual about Shade.

No matter what she had just thought, the witch gave up the idea of ​​boarding the trestle immediately and walked directly towards them. Mr. Nelson immediately moved away from her, and the witch didn't care about him at all. Instead, she bent down and grabbed Shade's wrist very rudely. She looked at him for a few seconds and then let go. She looked at him in disbelief. To the palm of your hand.

Shade was used to their rudeness, and as soon as the other person stretched out his hand to grab him, he immediately knew that the other person was a genuine thirteenth-level person, and he did not have the confidence to avoid it.

"I've never met anyone here who wanted to sit by the fire for so long. I didn't expect that two of them showed up at once."

Mr. Nelson muttered quietly and continued to move to the side, trying to get away from the obviously mentally disturbed witch. This is common sense for survival in the fifth era.

Shade did not move. He thought in his mind that since his mission this time was just to "wait with mortals for those who are about to leave", there seemed to be no need to communicate with other people.

Of course, even though he thought so, he still said:

"Ma'am, you are so rude."

The witch widened her eyes and asked:

"What are you? Male or female?"

"Male, of course."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers, and a small flame emerged from Shade's fingertips. The three people beside the campfire all looked at the flames, but their thoughts were completely different.

So Shade flicked his hand, and the flames flew into the bonfire in front of the three people. The originally dim flames immediately shot up. The crackling sound of burning finally emerged from the fire, and the slightly depressed mood that still existed was completely and silently melted away by the beating of the explosive flames.

"First fire?"

The witch was even more surprised, and Shade also looked at her in surprise:

"Do you know Chu Huo?"

"Of course, the contemporary fire-bearing nun is mine"

The witch opened her mouth and looked over the flames at the small boat on the black water:

"No matter what you are, it doesn't matter."

She shook her head, turned around and was about to board the trestle, but just after taking a step, she turned back and saw Shade grabbing her sleeve:

"Would you like to have a chat? Since you want to escape from all this, let's talk before you leave completely. Aren't you worried that you will give up the idea of ​​leaving just because of this moment of chatting?"

he asked with a smile.

"A clumsy way to provoke a general."

Although she said this, the unfamiliar thirteenth-level witch hesitated for a moment but did not move forward. Shade knew he had to give her a step, so he took out a soft cushion and threw it on the dark sand, and the witch sat down again.

She stretched out her hands in a gesture of warming herself to the fire, closed her eyes, quivered her eyelashes, and took a long breath. Shade did not disturb her to relax, and the witch just rested for a while and asked:

"What do you want to ask me?"

She really saw Sha De's purpose.

"Ma'am, do you know where this is?"

"Border If you don't know this kind of place, it's best not to inquire. All you need to know is that this ship can take you to a place you can never come back from.

When I knew about this place before, I thought that the witches who took the initiative to search here were cowards. I never thought that I would reach this point myself. "

She laughed at herself, her expression more lively than before:

"What else do you want to ask? I'll leave after I finish asking."

"did you know"

I wanted to ask about that god, but when the words came to my lips, Shade swallowed them down. It seemed impolite to talk about the god in front of him, so the cautious Shade changed the subject:

"I see that you are a thirteenth-level witch, so are you a member of the Council? Oh, my name is Shad Hamilton."

"I am Aniya Bullock. I am not a member of the parliament. I am an alternate member who died as a non-voting member. Now I am only qualified to sit as a non-voting member."

In other words, this lady has enough qualifications, but because the quota of members is full, she must wait for the witch in the corresponding seat to die or give up her seat for other reasons before she can fill it up. This is the same as Shade in "Forest of a Thousand Trees" It was the same Miss Feliana I saw when I was young.

"Death~ Speaking of which, do you know where the ship here will sail to in the end? Mr. Nelson over there just now said that this ship is not sailing to death."

Shade pointed towards the surging waters, and the witch also looked over there:

"Yes, this is not a place that leads to death, but it is not the so-called 'no one knows' place written in the book, nor is it outside the world where there is no turning back."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"The ferry boat collects memories, emotions and all power, returning the soul to the pure state at the beginning of birth. Then, the boat allows those pure white souls who are unwilling to look back to occupy the body of an unborn baby whose soul has not yet been born. , let them walk through life again.”

"What?"

Mr. Nelson looked over in shock, but was even more shocked when he didn't see Shade:

"Isn't this what it is"

"A new life will leave new traces on those souls. In this way, when they come to the end, even the world will only recognize the identity of their second life.

This is the true abandonment of everything in the past. This is a more thorough method of erasing traces of oneself than crushing one's own soul. After death with a new life, no one will remember the original story. Hamilton, you see. I was surprised when I went up. Don’t you know this? "

"I actually got here by mistake."

The witch who was about to leave frowned slightly:

"That's a little troublesome. Although I know how to get in, I don't know how to get out."

Shade immediately shook his head:

"No, no, I don't need to bother you about leaving. Don't leave in a hurry, let's talk later!"

Shade, who has always believed that the way to die in this world is to "go to the end" said:

"What you just said is that your soul is cleansed and you start over. Is this common?"

The witch turned her head, staring at him with her golden eyes, and then turned her head suddenly and closed her eyes. She tried to peek into her soul but was almost burned by the flames. It was indeed the power of the first fire:

"Of course it's not common. The soul is born in the mother's womb, and then reintegrates into the world as the body collapses. This is one of the most basic rules of this world.

Starting a second life again is equivalent to betraying one's sacred soul, and it is also equivalent to extending one's life in disguise. This is something that violates the rules of nature. "

The witch explained, and with some blurry vision, she saw Shade draw a circle on the sand with his finger:

"But isn't reciprocation one of the rules?"

"Those are the rules of fate, not the rules of death. Moreover, the souls of mortal things will eventually decay. Even if you use new lives to escape the end again and again, you will only fall in the end, and what you eventually become is no longer yourself. "

She wiped away the traces left by Shade on the sand with her hands:

"Don't think so much about it. The rule of time is to keep moving forward, but someone can always go back; the rule of death is that everything dies, but there are always people who think they can delay. Anyone who tries to play with the rules will find that I am also being fooled by fate.”

"If you understand it so well, why are you still here?"

Shade then asked her seriously, and Witch Ania Bullock smiled:

"Are you saying all this just for these words? Strange man, do you want to persuade me to stay?"

“If it’s a mistake to give up everything and never look back, then why make the mistake again?”

Shade asked again. The witch's peripheral vision glanced at the bonfire blessed by the first fire, and her expression became softer:

"Only young people think like this. Sometimes, people must do things even if they know they are wrong. Life is so unreasonable. Do you want to listen to my story?"

Shade immediately sat up straight. He loved listening to stories. Even Mr. Nelson, who was shrinking beside him, was listening quietly, but the witch didn't mind either:

"I lost my parents when I was young, and I never studied at a witch academy in a big city when I was young. My sister raised me, and after I awakened as a witch, in order to raise money for me to receive a witch's education, she agreed to a job seeker. The old nun who came to me asked me to be a fire-bearing nun. At that time, we didn’t know what it meant.”

Therefore, the sister of the thirteenth-level witch in front of me is also a witch, and the fire-wielding nun cannot be played by ordinary people.

"My sister and I separated. I grew up little by little and became stronger and stronger. It took me 150 years to reach the thirteenth level now, and I was only one last bit of luck away from the highest seat.

My sister has always been a fire-bearing nun. Although we don’t meet often, we have always been in contact. She once said that she wanted to find those scattered first flames to prevent the flames from gradually extinguishing, so I actually found one for her. "

The witch's pupils were slightly dilated, as if she saw the past in the light of the fire. The crackling sound of the bonfire and the surging tide became the background for her storytelling, and a sense of emptiness and loneliness continued to flow into the hearts of the three of them.