The Spirit World

Chapter 136: Talon

[The Far North, Talon, Huazhou]

As always, the place is filled with raging wind and snow.

The endless ice field was surprisingly calm, with only thick snow piled on it. It was impossible to tell where the fault was and where the empty snow was between the ice layers.

The only thing that comforted the adventurers who explored Talon was the indigenous people living in the ice field. Although they did not have a deeper understanding of the local conditions, or the degree of danger, than the adventurers, they could still accurately find the location of a supply point. Nature gave them the talent to fight with this land, but the price was that they could not escape from the cage of ice and snow.

Talon's barrier is like a small spiritual space, separating this place from the wind and snow. Outside the barrier there is strong wind and snow, but inside the barrier there is peace.

Vermilion pillars, golden glazed tiles, blue-white walls on all four sides, a dragon-shaped spring surrounding the city, and gushing spiritual energy ripples, like ripples rippling in Talon, tightly linked to the aura generated by the entire Talon, one ring after another.

There are several small rooms here, with tables, chairs, and terraces. The objects are placed in scattered places but displayed neatly and are usually maintained. Maybe because there are not many people here, these things are almost never the same.

Next to the house is a straight and transparent red-roofed corridor, like a red bridge connecting to farther places.

There are exquisite patterns in the corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a hall. No one knows why such a hall is set up, because there will be almost no visitors in this horrible snowy world.

The furnishings in the hall are also relatively retro, but the decorations are more inclined towards the festive red, which can slightly eliminate the loneliness of being alone.

"Sir, the young master is awake, but not in good condition. He is dreaming." A man with gray ears reminded softly. He was wearing a straight suit, which was slightly wrinkled, but he looked very energetic, and the gray rabbit ears on his head moved slightly.

Beside the table, a man was writing something with a brush. He was dressed in white, with black plum blossoms blooming on his clothes. His eyes were very clear, with black pupils like a full moon. A long sword was placed on the table. He was dressed in white and gorgeous clothes, and even sitting there he looked like an immortal.

"Oh, I see..." The gentleman put down the brush in his hand, straightened his clothes, and slowly walked towards the small house.

There was a small bed in the small room, on which lay a young man. He looked very painful, and it was obvious that he was having a nightmare.

He was also wearing a gorgeous white robe, tossing and turning on the bed, with the red tassels and green floral decorations on the robe being folded together.

The gentleman was tall and thin, and the bed was a little low, so he needed to half squat to touch the forehead of the young man on the bed.

"The evil spirit of the young master has been cleared, but it is probably a bad nightmare to have such a dream." The rabbit man said, bringing the basin over and handing the silk scarf to the gentleman.

"Dada, do you have any elixirs to calm your nerves?"

"Sir, it's over. And I have already fed the little master." Dada put the basin on the bedside table.

The gentleman slowly touched the young man's forehead with a silk scarf. He was wearing exactly the gentleman's clothes. The two sets of clothes were almost identical. The man on the bed also had similar facial features to the gentleman.

"Ah!" The person on the bed woke up and suddenly sat up. His clothes were pulled and the long sleeves of his white shirt were lifted up.

"The little master has woken up! That's great!" Dada stood behind the gentleman happily and shouted.

Looking at the young man who sat up, he was covered in cold sweat. Although his face was still a bit childish, his facial features were sharp and angular, and he looked to be in his early twenties.

He covered his stomach at first, and when he realized there was someone next to him, he looked at the gentleman who had already handed the scarf to Dada.

"Are you awake? Feng'er." The gentleman did not stand up, but was still half-kneeling. He looked at the young man on the bed with a smile, his eyes flashing. He looked very happy, but he did not make any big movements.

Just looking at him, the young man on the bed also looked at him.

Feng'er... The young man stared at the gentleman blankly, as if he heard this unfamiliar name for the first time. However, his black eyes moved slightly and he kept looking at the gentleman.

He seemed to understand something.

"Little master...you woke up...that's great!" Dada said happily, his gray ears moving.

The young man looked at him and was also stunned.

“Dada…”

"Yes! Little Master!"

Dada slowly looked towards the gentleman and motioned the young man to talk to him as well.

The young man slowly looked at the man who had been looking at him tenderly. He didn't know what to do, so he slowly lowered his head without saying a word.

If time is like a butcher's knife, then this butcher's knife can also recognize people.

The gentleman did not look old, but rather young and energetic.

He looked at the young man and slowly stood up.

"Feng'er, have a good rest and don't overwork yourself. I'll go make some medicine for you."

The gentleman slowly turned and left, his white robes turning around, leaving behind his tall and thin back. "Sir, I'm going too." Dada followed closely, looking back at the young man, whose head was still lowered, so his face could not be seen clearly.

The young man was the only one left in the small room again, but unlike the unconscious state just now, he was awake this time, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

There was silence in the room.

The unbearable silence.

"He is your father. You should call him that anyway." A young child stood beside him. The bed was not big, just enough for the young man to lie down. The boy walked slowly, looking at the strange patterns on the wall.

He just disappeared and just appeared now.

"I..." The young man still didn't look up.

He didn't know how to answer.

There was an inexplicable feeling stuck in his throat, making it even more difficult for him to pronounce that simple word of only a few syllables.

"I know you feel a little strange. After all, we haven't seen each other for so many years and you have lived alone for so many years. But for him, isn't it the same?" The young man slowly squatted down to look at the patterns on the wall. He didn't look at the young man, but faced the wall the whole time.

"Why... did I become like this?" The young man did not respond.

"This is your real age, right? I guess you are around 20 years old. However, if you want to know the specific reason, you still need to ask Lu Xinzhai. I am not sure."

"...Then...have we really come to eleven years ago?" the young man asked again. He wanted to get up, but his movements were uncoordinated, as if he was "using" this body for the first time.

When he stood up, he even fell down quickly because of his weak legs, but he quickly stood up again by holding on to the bed. The boy still didn't look at him, but just admired the wall.

"Yes, this is where you were eleven years ago. It was your original body in the spirit world. Time and space jumps can only go this far, not forward or backward. Lu Xinzhai's strength hasn't recovered much, and two consecutive time and space jumps in eleven years almost cost him his life." The young man looked at the young man who had stood up and walked out: "You'd better stop messing around. This kind of reincarnation is not a simple reincarnation, but like a straight line, there is no turning back. If Lu Xinzhai doesn't recover and there is no second time and space jump, you must accept everything you have lived again until you die."

"Um……"

People only have one life and cannot start over.

The young man nodded, he had already reached the door. The first step he took out of the door was firm on the ground.

There were actually butterflies flying here, flying around him.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this place as a place full of birdsong and flowers. There are rockeries and flowing water, bluebirds and flying fish, the sun is shining brightly, and green trees are shady. It looks like a small city. But it is exquisite and gorgeous in a different way. The deliberately designed furnishings are not so dazzling, so he actually feels pleasing to the eye for a while.

The young man followed him, walking slowly.

"Where are you going?"

……

There was no answer, so he could only follow.

In fact, the young man walked very unsteadily, as if he was not familiar with how to walk. There was no visible injury on his body, but there was a sense of crookedness like a baby walking.

He breathed in the clean air, the air entered his lungs and was exhaled in a deep breath. He walked forward as if relieved of a heavy burden, slowly moving forward step by step.

The small houses along the way slowly passed through his sight and came behind him. He walked faster and faster, as if he was gradually getting familiar with his own body.

At the end of the road, there was a vast expanse of white. He stood still in the white world, touching the white.

The cold touch suddenly melted in his palm, and the empty white began to ripple like waves, revealing another piece of white, which was dark and oppressive, not as clean as the one in the sunlight.

There was a flash of white light in his eyes.

Snow and wind appeared before his eyes, and the empty white suddenly became bright, revealing the outside world.

The wind was howling, and the dark white snow seemed to be telling the story of Talon's scars.

The young man began to walk back. This time, his movements were very fast, as if he was running, without any stumbling.

Talon, Talon eleven years ago.

I am back.

In this way.

(End of this chapter)