The Spirit World

Chapter 579 Sad People
Chang Yufeng walked on the tree-lined path, looking at the destroyed and trampled trees. They fell down as if they had been chopped down, and the devastation made Chang Yufeng sigh.

"I really don't want to become like this." He muttered to himself, picked up his crutch, knocked it on the ground, making a crisp bang bang sound, and started using it again.

He now looked like a weak and sick patient who was powerless, walking slowly in the evening under the shade of trees.

"Is there anyone who wants to take revenge on me?"

He continued speaking, saying what was in his heart: "I lied, I actually have an enemy... Shikash... could it be him?"

Chang Yufeng looked at the spots of light scattered like fish scales among the shade of the trees. The lights slowly changed from dusk to the orange sunset glow, reflecting in Chang Yufeng's eyes, which were full of doubt and anxiety.

"Really? That woman... definitely didn't appear out of thin air..." Of course he knew that the woman didn't appear out of thin air, but he didn't know how to search for information about this woman.

Maybe I can ask my friends in the Eagle Team for help to get information about the people who have recently entered Fulan City.

Hey... he sighed... he seemed to have a lot to say... but he could only hold it in his heart...

Speak to yourself.

He didn't know what his memory was like. The gaps in his memory were very obvious, starting from the time when he witnessed the ice dragon going crazy when he was a child, and then repeating over and over again, fragmented and incomplete memories for hundreds of years.

There is a memory of practicing in a fairy mountain in an empire. The mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, with dragons gathering and walking around. It was extremely beautiful. He practiced hard and never felt any fatigue. He never thought about himself as the master of a fairy mountain...

When his tragic fate came, he knew almost nothing... He was doing abnormal things, thinking abnormally, and had no way of behaving like a normal person.

He followed someone's footsteps and died in the dark shadow of an exploding heart.

There is... a memory of himself in a place whose name he does not know. He died in flames, as if he was feeling the baptism of the sins of the world.

What he experienced the most was the days he lived in Wenti County.

But he almost never had a happy day.

When those miserable childhood memories came back to him, his whole body went cold. Perhaps because he felt the chill of the tree-lined path at night, the wind became cold, and he walked a little faster, and the sound of his cane hitting the ground also began to get faster.

Bang, tap, it's a step, like a percussion instrument, making this supposedly lonely journey less lonely, and the air is filled with an incomprehensible strange smell.

Perhaps it was the unique scent left behind by the demon that was shot with an arrow.

"Oh, right..." He thought of something and put his hand into his pocket quietly. He took out a bird bone pen and a small notebook filled with his itinerary.

"Chen Lin...right..."

He asked himself, but he didn't answer himself.

Feeling sad again, he let out a deep breath.

Because he could only use the Principality's writing system to record her name. But he was a little unwilling and wrote Chen Lin's name crookedly on it.

The two characters written by Chen Lin were the ones he imitated crookedly after reading them only once. He only remembered the lines, a horizontal line and a vertical line, so his memory was not very clear.

Maybe that woman and I came from the same place, but now it's no longer the same...

He is now a thorough duke, which makes him sad and upset, but he has nowhere to vent.

Looking at those two words, he almost sighed and shook his head.

In any case, he needed to pay off the Carolingian family's medical expenses of three thousand gold coins first. Not surprisingly, three thousand gold coins was an absolutely astronomical figure. He worked three jobs and spent three months to pay for the two thousand gold coins.

This does not include his own food, lodging and housing expenses. He tried to save as much as possible. It can be imagined that he definitely did not have a good time in these three months.

His lamentations now were more serious than his own body which still needed recuperation.

Three years ago, he had definitely fallen seriously ill. The doctor said it was because of a congenital heart disease. The heart, such a fragile thing, actually controls a person's life and death. It really makes people fear it.

Before he got sick, he was always depressed and was foolishly thinking about what was the point of living? The entanglement of fragmented memories in his brain made him feel miserable. He didn't know how to face the fragmented memories, the fragmented self, the fragmented woman, and the fragmented everything.

What's the point of such a life? He lived, but never felt that he was really living.

Where is his desire? He doesn't want money, power, strength, or sex. He wants almost nothing...

He was alive, almost just a living body, and this body was still suffering from extremely painful torture. No one could escape from his own body, and this body had never had any soul to speak of.

What he wants to do is nothing more than living a part of life, living day by day.

Then this kind of life without goals is meaningless... because everyone comes this way... the reasons that support him to live do not seem to be that sufficient.

He wanted to understand everything about himself... where he came from and why he was going... rather than coming and going without reason...

Human beings and life are nothing more than birth, aging, sickness and death... He has no desires, and living seems to be just being drawn... waiting for death...

This is pathetic...so pathetic that when he drank to drown his sorrows, he found the bitter wine tasteless...Why do people drink when they are sad? Perhaps it is because drinking will cause certain damage to oneself. If one passes out under the influence of alcohol, one will just live one day and die one day, and then live a confused next life, and this life will be boring.

After he got sick and recovered...he really didn't think that way anymore...

Not everyone can accept death...

If we simply summarize his epiphany as a miserable life is worse than a good death, that would be too simplistic...

Death does not mean the final end of a person. Forgetting is everything that the living remember about that person. It is the complete life that this person has...

He thought sadly that if he died... who would be the saddest person... he couldn't just end his life calmly and without hesitation because he didn't know the meaning of his life...

It is impossible for him to rush towards death without any guilt or hesitation just because he does not know how to live in this world...

He cannot lose the power to choose how to live just because he doesn't know how he should live next.

He may not know, and it is normal not to know. If he doesn't know, he has to go look for it. If he doesn't know, he has to search for it.

This is also the meaning of life.

That's it... What he wants to find is the meaning of life, which he may not be able to find even if he spends his entire life on it.

Maybe as an ordinary person, I am too ordinary and lack the joy of life. Maybe as a patient, I am too desperate to face the difficulties in life. Maybe as a person who has made mistakes, I don't know the motivation to move forward. The meaning of life is no longer the same as that of anyone else living in this world.

"There is also a birthday party..." He made a note: "Sir Bai's birthday party..."

invite……

He put away his things, picked up his cane, and walked slowly. With a clattering sound, he walked on the ground of the tree-lined path again.

He was silent, because there was no one around him...

He was lonely because he didn't want to socialize with other people...

But he is not pitiful... because he will always move forward in his own life, seeking the meaning of his life.

Maybe it was difficult, but he got through it, that's all...

He accepted himself, but that didn't mean he accepted his fate.

In one memory fragment after another, his lonely figure appeared more and more. In every memory he wanted to find, loneliness seemed to be his most loyal friend, and would not let him...lonely...

This is simply the harshest irony of life...

But it can also be considered a gift. He never expects anything from others, nor does he rely on others. No matter how deep and powerful the suffering is, he bears it alone and never thinks of sharing it with anyone.

He never moves himself, and never thinks of breaking his own principles - not to hurt others... but he can endure the harm from others.

He walked, listening to the crisp sound of his crutches hitting the ground and the chirping of returning birds, but he did not find the chirping of these beautiful and free creatures too noisy.

There was a smile on his lips again, as if he felt that this wonderful feeling had dissipated along with his fatigue...

But behind him, there was the sound of footsteps.

"Get out of the way!" A figure in a black robe shouted at Chang Yufeng loudly. He was so anxious that he rushed directly in front of Chang Yufeng and chopped at him with a red blood blade.

Looking at the red blood blade that was as sharp as a knife, Chang Yufeng stared in shock. The sharp knife touched a hair on the tip of Chang Yufeng's nose like a line. In a flash, it was unknown whether Chang Yufeng's reaction was quick or Chang Yufeng was not destined to die. The moment he turned around, a white dove just flew over Chang Yufeng's head and pounced straight on Chang Yufeng's head, just hitting the bloody blade.

With a "puff" sound, the white dove was cut into two halves in front of Chang Yufeng's shocked eyes. Blood splattered on Chang Yufeng's face, causing him to squat quickly and narrowly avoid the attack.

The terrible culprit fled in a hurry. Although it was a bit strange, he wanted to kill the kidnapper in front of him so as to clear the tree-lined path.

He was running away, and in addition to being frightened, he shook his body out of fear. A golden sculpture rolled down from his arms and fell directly in front of Chang Yufeng.

Chang Yufeng was shocked at first, unable to avoid this horrible and unexpected disaster. He had barely reacted to who he had met and what had happened, and he almost died on the spot...

Without even taking a close look at the golden sculpture, without thinking anything, he grabbed it in his hand, and the bloody sharp knife was quickly placed against Chang Yufeng's head, ready to chop it off and kill this innocent roadblock so that he could pick up his own golden sculpture.

Chang Yufeng raised his golden hand suddenly, and blocked the terrible attack of beheading with his whole body. Almost instinctively, he resisted quickly, and then rolled to the side quickly, and rolled into the bushes in the tree-lined path, putting some distance between him and the man.

"Who are you?!" Chang Yufeng's breathing was confused, and he had not recovered from the terrible scene just now. He looked up and saw that the man in black robe seemed to have murderous eyes, his eyes were as red as blood, and he quickly came to Chang Yufeng's side.

Chang Yufeng lowered his waist and started running immediately. The pigeon blood on his face slowly flowed down along with the white feathers. Today, the terrible word "blood" never left his face.

As he ran forward, he saw the terrifying black air slowly flowing out of the hand of the owner of the red blood sword...

That is the same evil spirit as that demon!
Today, his spirit seemed to have been shocked, and he felt a nameless anger in his heart.

The pigeon almost died for him once, which was extremely abnormal. But now, he could only thank the pigeon. He snorted suddenly, holding the golden sculpture stained with pigeon blood tightly as if holding a long knife, and thinking quickly about the battle strategy in his mind.

He found that the instinctive reaction and thinking of this fighting technique benefited him a lot. This was also the only gift given to him by the painful memory that made him not complain.

He was not afraid at all, and could even feel his blood flowing rapidly, so that his heart could be clearly beating in his ears. It was not fear, but an extremely instinctive excitement to fight.

"Why are you killing me?"

He shouted loudly, and although his position was exposed, his actions were extremely correct decisions in the battle. He counterattacked immediately, kept his distance immediately, and grabbed his "weapon" immediately.

This prevented the ferocious owner of the blood knife from killing him immediately.

No matter what the motive behind his behavior is, Chang Yufeng can make a judgment.

"Give it to me! Cripple! You're blocking the road! You're looking for death!"

This person was none other than Gorman who was fleeing. The black demonic energy exploded on his body. The blade transformed by his brother Golding seemed to be shrouded in black energy, and the blood-colored sharp knife was emitting a terrifying scarlet light.

"I guess we don't know each other!" Chang Yufeng confirmed the information.

It was just a chance encounter, so he wouldn't die on the spot...

"You're in the way! Die!"

Gorman rushed over like crazy... Chang Yufeng couldn't understand why he was so cruel and violent...

What's the point?

The tree-lined path is not wide, but it shouldn't be so violent to the person walking in front, right?

Are you still a disabled person?

Chang Yufeng wanted to ask more, but he was so angry that he was shaking.

"You damn cripple! Why don't you die soon?! If I can't escape, you won't be able to survive either!" Gorman was almost madly shouting: "You asked for it!"

Chang Yufeng gritted his teeth, not understanding what this meant...

Is this kind of unscrupulous words something a human should say?!
It’s not good to write about bad people with too much negative energy…

Is it enough to just understand the meaning?

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(End of this chapter)