The Spirit World

Chapter 613 Rebirth

[The word "kill" cannot be followed by "die", it should be "kill and destroy". Because killing a person is too straightforward, no, because "kill and destroy a person" sounds more literary. Young people may think this is a kind word. Is this protecting them...? ]

The green grass by the river withers and grows again every year.

"You were... imprisoned in the coffin by someone who wanted you to be killed?" The old master used his big hands like tree bark to touch the decoration of the coffin that had been laid flat: "This coffin is very good. Your enemy spent a lot of money on it, hey!"

His goatee was sticking up as he put the agate stone into the bag and touched his goatee.

"Master, here!" Xiaoxing obediently handed an agate stone to the master. The master took a look at its quality in the sunlight and put it into the bag.

Xiaoxing glanced at the man in black lying on the table, looking at his tall back as if he was looking at a lost puppy. The pity in his eyes made the man collapsed on the table.

"Master, he is so pitiful..." Xiaoxing's young voice was weak and frail, but he was very determined when he lifted the small stone on the coffin.

"What's there to be pitied about? If I were buried in such a good coffin after I die, it would be a great honor for my family." The old master took off another agate stone and put it in his pocket.

"What a vast sky~"

He sang a song and laughed, shaking his head: "It feels so good... Xing'er! Do you know how much money we made from the coffin we bought with these twenty gold coins today?"

"How much...Master..." Xiaoxing quickly ran to the side of the old master, like a close-fitting little hawk, leaned on the master's back, and watched from over the master's shoulder as the master started to count the "money" in the bag.

Those colorful and shiny agate stones.

"Forty agate stones and a small diamond for one coffin! Oh my God... I'm making a fortune, two hundred gold coins! Wow..." The old master picked Xiaoxing's sinus with his hand and put the bag away. Xiaoxing giggled happily when his nose was picked.

"Master, two hundred gold coins, is that a lot?"

"I can buy you some rice cakes. You can eat rice cakes for the whole year!"

"Really?" Xiaoxing jumped happily on his master's back. The big thumb that leaked out of the shoe made a clicking sound. He was extremely happy.

"Really!" The old master imitated Xiaoxing's tone, pinched his throat, flipped Xiaoxing off his back, and put Xiaoxing on the coffin with a "plop" sound: "This is called rising "coffin" to make a fortune! Xing will surely be very successful in the future! You don't have to suffer with an old man like me!"

"Master! I don't mind the hardship! I'm so happy following you!" Xiaoxing stood on the coffin with his hands on his hips, kicked his feet twice, and swayed around. His hands clasped together and spread out like a flower, as if he was doing a special dance.

The old master smiled and was delighted again, then looked at Xiaoxing's clothes. Xiaoxing's clothes were like a flowery dress, with Xiaoxing's ankles exposed and his bare feet stepping on the mahogany coffin from which the agate stone had been removed, like a tree with its arms raised. Among the green mountains and clear waters, the flower-like hand was wandering with its arms open. The child's slender fingers were like blooming branches, and the thin white legs seemed to be holding up the incomplete "flowery dress" that was sewn together, blooming like flowers and jade.

It was like the prelude to a dance that had been carefully rehearsed for a long time. She was extremely happy just by doing this movement.

The old master happily put Xiaoxing down from the coffin: "Hey! Xiaoxing, bring Laomou over here, we are going into the city!"

"Yeah!" Xiaoxing laughed happily, put on her shoes and ran out. Under her feet, the pebbles that hurt her feet were like flat ground.

Seeing Xiaoxing running out happily, the old master also put away his smile, squinted his eyes and looked suspiciously at the man in black lying on the table.

"Don't think about staying here... I tell you, if you have a grudge, go and get it back from someone else. If you have a grudge, go and complain to someone else. Don't stay here." The old master glanced at the redwood coffin again and clapped his hands and rubbed them: "Don't think about this coffin~ I tell you, according to reason, I bought this coffin, and you are in this coffin, and your whole body is mine... You have to work for me and do hard labor, you can't escape."

The old master walked slowly in front of Chang Yufeng. His upper and lower eyelids were like a tied flower rope. His eyes were small to begin with, and now they looked even smaller. He looked at the powerless young man. His black clothes were quite expensive. Combined with the coffin inlaid with small diamonds, this outfit was not simple either.

Except for the clothes, his whole body was pale. His long white hair had grown to his waist. His white skin was almost degenerating due to lack of sunlight for a long time. He was coughing up blood terribly, just like a dying patient.

His black eyes were like white water splashing, cloudy and empty. He had long bones and was frighteningly thin, with skin sticking to his bones. Which normal person would be like this?

The old master untied a small gourd from the cloth bag on his waist, pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and used the rope to pour the water in the gourd onto the side of Chang Yufeng's face. The water in the gourd flowed from the side bones of Chang Yufeng's face to his mouth. After a short while, the old master put away the gourd and put it back on his waist.

Seeing Chang Yufeng move his ears, he continued to shout with his goatee pulled out of his throat: "I feel sorry for you, so I'll give you some of my fine wine. It won't make you lively, but it will at least give you some vitality. Drink it and get out of here quickly. Don't be here to hurt my eyes."

Chang Yufeng's mouth touched the fine wine, and his ears and eyes began to become active, and his fingers began to tremble slightly. This person who had entered the coffin began to struggle slowly on the edge of life and death...

Maybe he should die... and then he would really die...

“Poor thing~”

The old master stroked his mustache slowly, watched Xiaoxing coming over with a panting pony, and followed.

However, he once again turned around to look at Chang Yufeng who was slowly breathing heavily, pointed at him and shouted loudly: "Don't stay here when you have some strength... I'm telling you, I won't pity you again. You have to keep this coffin for me. If you die here, I will throw you into the river. Do you see the river next to you?"

The old master pointed to the slowly flowing stream next to him and said, "Go if you can. Don't stay here."

The strength in his body was slowly gathering because of that drop of sweet "wine", but it was still weak. He could sense every corner of his body, but he still coughed up blood uncomfortably.

"Here... cough... where is it..." Chang Yufeng felt the blood flowing out of his lungs. With a "puff", it spurted out from his throat and onto the table. Xiaoxing had placed his body beside the table to rest, and now, due to the blood from his lungs, it began to slide toward the ground.

Xiaoxing was so scared that he quickly went to help Chang Yufeng and made him lie down again.

"Nanqi Forest." Xiaoxing whispered in his ear. Xiaoxing stood beside him with pursed lips. He was led by the master to the old horse. The old horse was panting to wake up its nose. It was obvious that the horse would not live long. It lowered its head and let the master sit on it. The master was indeed a little short, but that was the figure of an old man. In front of Xiaoxing, the master was only a head taller than Xiaoxing. Xiaoxing looked about eight years old, with short red hair and big blue eyes that made her look dirty, like a porcelain doll soaked in mud.

The master got on the horse, lifted Xiaoxing onto the horse, and held her in front of him, protecting her, and began to turn the old horse around.

"Although there are some small monsters here, they should not be able to eat you. You'd better not die here if the monsters smell you starting to rot. The formation I just set up will be ruined. If you want to die, die outside." The master turned his head sternly, looking calmly at Chang Yufeng's no longer dull eyes.

"Master..." Xiaoxing was somewhat dissatisfied with his master's vicious words, or rather, he felt that his master was too cruel.

"You can stay here, but don't die. Drink more water. Wait until I change the money and then come back to discuss your matter!"

Seeing that Xiaoxing felt a little aggrieved, the master changed his tone and accepted this poor man who was roaring from the coffin but was already very weak.

"Now... is... what year in the Principality..." Chang Yufeng held his own hand tightly. He glanced at his arm, which was almost so thin that only bones were left, snow-white and thin.

As soon as he exerted force, all the muscles in his body began to tremble, making him sigh in excruciating pain.

"April 2039, 4 in the Principality. Boy, how long have you been buried alive? You actually ask about years and months..." The master pulled the reins, and the old horse neighed, standing up its tail and sweeping its body.

"2039...April...4th..." Chang Yufeng was almost amazed at the number, and slowly, he became shocked, his eyes wide open...the turbidity also disappeared, leaving only drops of tears because his eyes were inadvertently wide open and he was not used to it.

"He's crying..." Xiaoxing felt sympathetic and kept watching with her lips pursed. She gently touched the old horse's mane.

"My Xing'er is sensible. I won't say anything to you. You take care of yourself." The master put his hand on Xiaoxing's head, telling her not to look at the poor man.

"20...39..." Chang Yufeng looked at the horse that was gradually going away in shock. The horse swung its tail and slowly left here with two people on it.

Chang Yufeng gritted his teeth, slammed his hands on the table, and propped himself up. His strength returned quickly, and his blood began to be transported from his heart to his entire body. In addition to the pain in his lungs... his thin body was unable to quickly adapt to the strength.

The pain was like the cracking of muscles that had not moved for a long time, tearing the muscles in the body, breaking the tendons and bones, producing blood, and bringing pain. He should have asked more questions, but his shock was really unimaginable... It was difficult to think of it at the moment...

In the year 2015 of the Principality, he came to this world. In the year 2025 of the Principality, he seemed to have suffered all kinds of hardships... and tasted the bitter fruit in the struggle of reincarnation. In the year 2034 of the Principality, he met an enemy he could not deal with, the devil. After that, he encountered devils one after another and died at the hands of a devil whose light condensed into a blade.

He couldn't imagine... it was five years later...

He was panting heavily...feeling the pain in his lungs...trembling violently...

Unbelievable... What does he mean to this world... What does he mean to death...

What is the purpose of this absurd rebirth...

He began to feel the spiritual power of this world, but still could not understand... This awakening that seemed like another world once again brought his pain to the extreme...

The people he knew... because of his departure... he lost... everything...

Lost... lost... everything I had...

"call……"

The blood in his lungs was like a terrible medicine, and every breath he deliberately exhaled was filled with the fishy smell of his lungs...

That fishy smell is not disgusting, but it is a body odor that can make anyone who smells it judge that they will not live long...

"It's really... pitiful..."

He laughed at himself...

Five years later...

He raised his hands and looked at the dying thing that was about to break. This body was worse than he had imagined...

He was wearing black clothes, but he couldn't figure out why he was wearing such gorgeous clothes...

He was covered in blood before his death, and was killed by Golding, just like a dull, final blow to this reincarnation, giving this painful reincarnation life... an end...

The end... failed again...

He looked at his own feet, his legs struggling to survive… and they also began to activate the characteristics of life with new cells…

I think I am alive...

But I long to die...

Let me end...let me no longer have the cycle of memories...

Let me die...

In this world, everyone is gone after death. These few hundred years, these few prime years, these few lives...

Should have died fairly...

Everyone will die... Why should we avoid it? No matter what kind of death it is, it is the extinction of the body and the severance of the mind...

Everything about Chang Yufeng...

He fell down slowly... He fell down slowly, and fell beside the mahogany coffin. His head hit the cobblestones hard, and blood flowed from the back of his head...

Looking at the sky...

That sky... is so blue... the lazy white clouds are blowing in the wind... blowing them away quietly...

It hurts……

But he couldn't cry at all...

It hurts……

But he simply couldn't close his eyes again...

It hurts……

But he was breathing quietly all the time... even when he breathed... it was with sobs in his lungs...

He raised his hand again...

He wanted to grab that lazy cloud... just like grabbing his own life...

Did he ever have such a thing as life?

He experienced all the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, the dangers of life, the good people came to the world to suffer... the ugly people came to the world to seek pleasure...

Everything in the world...

Why...would there be something...that made him linger on...

Is it because of a woman whom he could never save?
Is it because the shadow of cowardice in my heart cannot be eliminated?
still is……

It's just that the life span has not yet come...

Only one can survive...

Life... maybe... death...

He placed his hand on his forehead... and slowly closed his eyes...

Maybe, this time he will die...

Dead completely...

Dead... Violent...

(End of this chapter)