The Spirit World

Chapter 334: Rat [Mei Lang]

When seeing Yingzi's torn and bloodshot clothes, Anzi actually cried and laughed. Meilang's sadness was much more subtle. Yingzi brought her food and chatted with her for a few days. Her smile that day really made him have a great change in his opinion of the job of a groom. She was a very nice person, but that was her past self. Now that she is dead, she has no future.

There is no whole body in death.

Mei Lang didn't know why Anzi was crying and laughing. Anzi said he didn't understand... Mei Lang felt that if he didn't understand, then he didn't understand. There were many things he didn't understand, including death.

die……

What is it?

Anzi told him that there has never been anyone in this world who is not afraid of death.

He told a story, and since Meilang couldn't understand myths and allegorical stories, Anzi told a story that happened recently.

It's about an old man.

This old man had participated in the war and had made great contributions. He lived a comfortable life every day. He was in good health and was respected wherever he went. People greeted him warmly. He was a respected person in the village. He didn't have any major personality problems, but he liked to drink. When he was drunk, he would just lie there and not cause any trouble. He was a very strange old man.

But as he aged, problems arose. And they were serious.

Although he was a hero on the battlefield, his children had died in the war long ago. When he was old, no one took care of him. As age took its toll, he could only lie in bed, not far from death. However, the old man was stubborn, and with the social connections he had accumulated throughout his life, he was lucky enough to be taken care of.

But... as if it was fate, one day, the little nurse who was taking care of him did something unforgivable.

On that day, the young nurse came to the old man's residence as usual. That day, no matter how the young nurse called, the old man did not respond for a long time.

Just as the young nurse was about to break in, a slow, weak response came from inside.

The young nurse knocked on the door and went in. Some things are just so strange. The young nurse was in a bad mood because she had not been responded to for a long time. In addition, she was urged by the local prestigious Chamber of Commerce to let their hospital send her to take care of the war veteran. Therefore, the young nurse with a complaining mood deliberately "neglected" a lot of treatment drugs on that day.

The old man was no longer able to argue and could only watch things continue like this.

If the war did not bring death to the old man, then the young nurse brought him true heart death.

He was already weak, and now he could no longer stand up. He could only lie in bed and wait for death.

This is not the end of the story, but at the end, the old man died, and it was like an ending.

But Anzi was no longer willing to tell the story and stopped.

"Death is a very strange thing." Anzi looked at Meilang, his eyes naturally full of enthusiasm.

"If you live your life in a muddle, then your death is almost entirely your own business. No matter whether you have done justice to the people you have been involved with or lost, your death will be meaningless. However, if you have spent your whole life in the military and did not die on the battlefield, but died in a meaningless place, then everything you have, no matter how wonderful your first half of life was, will be worthless at the last moment."

"This is very strange... Brother Anzi." Mei Lang looked at Anzi with some doubt. He said: "I don't think what you said about the last moment being worthless is correct. This is very contradictory and even completely incomprehensible. Can we deny his first half of life because of the meaningless death at the end?"

This is totally inconsistent with Mei Lang's understanding.

"People won't do that, but history will. Even if I won't, someone will." An Zi looked at the exploded test stone and turned it with interest. There was still a little light flickering in the already dark test stone, and it was so bright in front of Mei Lang's eyes.

"No... This is totally illogical... The value of death is definitely not interpreted in this way. Yingzi's death is definitely valuable." Mei Lang mentioned Yingzi. They were discussing Yingzi's death. What should they do...

Meilang didn't know the meaning of death, and Anzi only told him very vaguely through a story, but he thought the story was too strange. No matter what, the death of this old soldier did not conform to moral logic. But the young nurse complained about an old man who was so weak that he could not respond to her in time, and even indirectly caused the old man's death?
This is totally different from all the moral knowledge I have learned. It is completely different! How can this be?

However, after seeing An Zi chuckle softly, it was the first time he had seen such contempt.

Mei Lang understood...

On such a day, in such a monster attack, Yingzi died in a meaningless death. She even dragged others to accompany her funeral. No matter how beautiful she was in her life. No matter how innocent her smile was, no matter how good Meilang thought Yingzi was to her.

He understood that An Zi was not the good person in the books he studied. Those thoroughgoing good guys could perhaps only be found in books.

Why? Why should we write down in a book something that no one can follow completely and let everyone learn it?

He thought of a word, which was what An Zi mentioned: ordinary people.

Yingzi is an ordinary person.

When faced with danger, there is no way to fight back.

Anzi is just an ordinary person.

He couldn't even stand in danger.

If Yingzi had not died, Anzi might still secretly hide his love for Yingzi, or perhaps even express it bravely. But when Mei Lang realized that Anzi might be bothered by Yingzi's death and unable to resolve it, and even gave some strange answers, he didn't know whether he should continue the conversation. If the benevolence, righteousness, and morality that he had learned were not something that everyone could do, then what was the meaning of their existence?

Is it just a phrase used when people get along with each other? If you encounter an unimaginable situation, even for Mei Lang, such an unimaginable situation is really an unimaginable situation.

He doesn't know where people will put benevolence, righteousness, and morality when they no longer need them, and how those who are simply unable to practice benevolence, righteousness, and morality will view the benevolence, righteousness, and morality they have learned?
No, Mei Lang stared at An Zi in a daze, and suddenly thought of something...

For Anzi, Yingzi has the potential to become his wife. Regardless of whether it comes true in the end, when the result is still unknown, Yingzi is the woman with the most benefits to Anzi.

Think like this... right?
Interests... can this also be applied to Anzi? He said that as long as interests are linked together, everything that is impossible, illogical, and unwilling to believe will become real and unchangeable.

No matter how unreasonable it is, it will eventually make sense.

But what if this speculation is based on the heart of a villain? How should the guesser answer? Have they thought about such questions? Do they think about all the questions at the same time? Will they think that the conclusion they think out is true or false? Or even fall into the abyss of unreality and panic just like the logic of their guess?

Mei Lang shook his head.

He no longer knew what he was thinking...

Yingzi's story was sad enough. Although Meilang did not feel that sad, after understanding the concept of death, he would feel sad when he saw that such a beautiful flower living in this world would die cruelly and meaninglessly.

Sad...sad...

Could it be that this is the feeling I have now, as if something bitter is swirling in my heart?

Compared to those who were bitten to death by the Shadow King Snake, the girl who brought him food and chatted with him for a while had a smile on her face.

She said, it’s okay, just take it slow, horses are very docile animals, as long as you are gentle to them, they will be gentle to you.

Mei Lang did not speak, but looked at the red horse that almost kicked him to death. He really could not agree with what the girl said, but what could he do? He could only smile slowly.

No words were spoken to her.

He was familiar with almost no one here except Xiao Zhang and An Zi.

Yue Qingxue was not familiar with it, but even more confused. However, now that Yingzi was gone, what was going on with her current mood? Obviously, she didn't even say a word. Was this what Anzi said, the charm of a dead person?

Why is it called charm? Anzi...

Anzi seemed not to have heard his words. In this refuge cave, even though not many people were nervous and the atmosphere was lively, Anzi's eyes were naturally fixed on the exploded magician.

I don't know what he is thinking.

"I actually don't want to believe it." Mei Lang spoke again, he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

"What are you unwilling to believe? This?" An Zi seemed to have noticed him and put away the test stone.

"No, I still don't want to believe that their death is meaningless. For them, for us, it's something that cannot be determined. This doesn't make me feel good. I don't know why... I... I don't think so at all." Mei Lang looked at the ant crawling on the ground of the secret passage with some sadness. The ant seemed to have been circling here for a long time. It was not until now that Mei Lang noticed it. It turned out that it was his blood dripping on the ground. The ant might want to call its companions to carry away this drop of sweet blood.

"Although I don't know what you mean, I want to ask you a few questions." Anzi turned around and looked at the confused Mei Lang. He watched Mei Lang lead the ant to his hand. His whole body was covered with the sweet blood that attracted ants.

In fact, Mei Lang wanted to ask An Zi a question, but he just nodded silently.

"Do you know where Yingzi is from?"

"do not know……"

"Do you know who Yingzi's parents are?"

"do not know……"

"Then do you know what Yingzi likes?"

"do not know……"

"Heh..." Anzi laughed contemptuously again, but Mei Lang said nothing.

Crush the ant to death.

"So, isn't this meaningless... The meaning of her existence and the meaning of her death disappeared without a trace, just because she encountered a predatory Shadow King Snake, and the Shadow King Snake ate her just like we eat pork. We eat pork for the sake of survival, so Yingzi's death is also destined to be natural for the Shadow King Snake. Because we are stronger than pigs, and the Shadow King Snake is stronger than us. Such a death... what is the meaning?" Anzi also began to lower his head, looking at his rough hands.

There are calluses all over it, and even if you are so strong, it is useless.

"If what you mean is that filling the belly of the Shadow King Snake is also a meaningful thing, then just pretend I didn't say anything..." An Zi sighed, shook his head, and smiled again. The corners of his mouth twitched, pulling his face, leaving nothing to hide.

"No..." Mei Lang shook his head.

"Are you confused? Knowing the meaning of death..."

"Do not……"

"Once dead...there is no resurrection..." An Zi fell behind the wall, hitting his head against it, and looked at the people walking past.

In a hurry, the Shadow King Snake escaped, inspiring everyone, no, inspiring others...

"I don't know what to say anymore. What I'm thinking about now, my head, my chest, are all in chaos. I can't control it." Mei Lang still lowered his head, and his short hair looked as white as snow under the light.

"Me too... If only I could truly understand the meaning of death... Whether I live my whole life in mediocrity in the current Shuangma Club, or die in the stomach of a monster, what's the point of living like this? What's the reason for me not to die? What's the meaning of my life?"

Anzi closed his eyes, and a tear slid down his cheeks. His voice began to choke, and he said: "Yingzi... why is it like this... ah..."

Mei Lang heard the sobbing and looked up to see Anzi holding back tears. When he looked up, Anzi turned her head away and quickly wiped away her tears.

"I don't understand either..." Mei Lang lowered his head and wiped the drop of blood. The ants had slowly crawled onto his body. He saw it, but had no idea.

Are they looking for the dead ant?

"People without a past don't have the suffering before they lost their memory... How wonderful it is..." Anzi felt a little better and forced himself to speak. He coughed loudly, as if a fishbone stuck in his throat was removed.

"Death... is not that far away... I still firmly believe this. Even you should understand that you may have been a miserable person in the past, and you may not be a rich kid." An Zi coughed again, but this cough was obviously much lighter.

"I know..." Mei Lang answered him, letting the ants crawl onto his arm.

"Do you want to know the true story?" An Zi said slowly.

"What?" Mei Lang looked at An Zi in shock, shocked that he would say such a thing. So suddenly.

"In fact, there was never any little nurse, and the old man was not a veteran with merit. He was a deserter, and there was no description of him as a respected person. He was a crazy alcoholic, and became disabled and paralyzed. He could only lie in bed all day."

"and then?"

"Then... a spiky-haired rat sneaked into his home and slowly gnawed at his legs. He was unable to resist and eventually bled to death... his body was torn to pieces..."

(End of this chapter)