From the end of the world

Chapter 523 Past and Present Life
The power of the unlucky star will let go of those who the person concerned doesn't care about, but will focus on those who the person concerned cares about. This pattern reminds me of the power of the Great Impermanence to modify history and resurrect the dead.

The deeper the relationship between an object and Great Impermanence, the less likely it is that the object can be resurrected by him. On the contrary, ordinary people who have nothing to do with him can be resurrected in large numbers.

The power of the Blessed Monk is similar. The more you desire something, the more power you can gain from it, and the source of the emotion of "desire" is the reality of "not being able to obtain it". Those who become Blessed Monks are like being cursed. Blessed Monks with the power of guiding direction are destined to lose their direction, and Blessed Monks who desire other things cannot get what they really desire.

Looking back, no matter how convenient the power of people who have gained incredible powers in the strange world seems, it always seems to present the result of "going against one's will" in the end. The stronger the power, the easier it is to show this nature. I don't know if the law I have summarized is correct, and if it is correct, what is the reason for it.

Back to the question of the power of the unlucky star. There is another reason why I judged that Tan Xiang would be relatively safe after leaving me. That is, I am now very far away from Ma Zao.

The more distant a person is from Ma Zao, the less affected they are by the power of the unlucky star. Although I am confident that I have a close relationship with Ma Zao, we are now in different eras. It is a miracle that the power of the unlucky star can still favor me. In other words, this is probably the limit for me.

In fact, Xiaowan, who has a close relationship with Ma Zao and has been together for an unknown period of time, seems to no longer be affected by the bad luck of the power of the broom star after Ma Zao traveled to the modern world and lived in the apocalyptic era. I don't think the power of the broom star really left Xiaowan as Ma Zao went to a different era, because that would not explain my current situation. I am more inclined to believe that the power of the broom star has reduced its influence on Xiaowan, to the point where it can be covered by Xiaowan's strong luck.

Since Xiaowan and I are already at the end of the influence of the power of the jinx, we will no longer infect anyone who comes into contact with us.

Tan Xiang lowered his head and stopped talking. I think he should have made up his mind to leave this three-person team, so I'll let him think about it alone. Compared to this person who I met on the road and whose presence or absence would not affect me, I care more about the wandering soul now.

"Have you heard of the Tai Sui Army?" I asked the wandering soul.

"The Tai Sui Army is the remnant of Tai Sui," Youhun replied. "That's what they call themselves."

This is pretty much what I expected. Just like the demon sects in martial arts novels usually don't call themselves the demon sects, but the holy sects, I think the Tai Sui remnants won't really call themselves the remnants. They are a difficult force that has been split again and again under the pursuit of the Gospel Institute, so that would affect their morale too much.

The wandering soul's gaze still lingers on my face.

I knew what he wanted to say, so I took out the San Sheng Stone Powder from my flame.

As a secret medicine that can restore the memory of the survivors of the doomsday, although it has the price of making the person who takes it die soon, there may be a way to avoid paying the price. I don't know what the specific method is, but I don't have the habit of giving up easily without trying. Therefore, I have the idea of ​​keeping it in my mind and using it in the future to restore Xiaowan's memory.

But since Xiaowan hinted that she wanted to leave this item to the wandering soul, I had no choice but to believe her.

The wandering soul stretched out his hands, as if receiving a holy object, and solemnly took the paper bag containing the San Sheng Shi Powder.

"Thank you so much..." He muttered in a trance.

Tan Xiang watched this scene silently. Everyone here knew that Sanshengshi Powder was a deadly poison. Although they met by chance, Youhun was still a teammate who had shared hardships with him. Tan Xiang must have a complicated mood now.

Youhun opened the paper package, and inside was a handful of gray powder. It looked like a substance formed by crushing rocks. The particles were coarse and fine, and it made people worry that it might rub the throat of the person taking it.

"Can you give me some water?" Youhun asked Tanxiang.

Tan Xiang took out a plastic bottle of clean water from his backpack and threw it to Youhun.

The latter took it, said thank you first, then poured the San Sheng Shi Powder into his mouth without thinking, and swallowed it mixed with water, his Adam's apple gurgling.

The mysterious woman mentioned that the Sanshengshi powder in the paper bag was only enough for one person. But now, Youhun took it all.

After finishing the water, he wiped his mouth vigorously and was about to screw the cap back on. Suddenly, his face changed, his body swayed back and forth, and then he sat down on the ground.

Tan Xiang immediately stood up and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

From the surface of the wandering soul, I observed a lot of emotional fluctuations, but even I couldn't understand what emotional state the wandering soul was in. If his heart was originally a stable and clear pond, then now this pond was violently stirred by a shovel, making it extremely turbid and chaotic.

At this moment, there were probably countless thoughts occupying Youhun's mind. He hugged his head tightly and let out a low groan that was not sure whether it was sadness or joy.

"His memory is recovering." I made a judgment, "Give him some time."

Hearing this, Tan Xiang sat back in his chair and continued to watch the changes in Youhun.

After a long time, the wandering soul finally calmed down, and I also observed that the "mud and sand" in his heart was settling back to the bottom, and his mind was slowly returning to an orderly state.

After a long time, he finally let out a breath, then raised his head and looked at us.

His eyes seemed to become a little strange, but it was not the kind of attitude that treated me and Tan Xiang as strangers. Instead, there were many complex emotions that I could not understand.

The "Three Lives Stone" in the Sansheng Stone Powder symbolizes a person's past life, present life, and future life, and is a concept that is highly tied to reincarnation. When it comes to the self in the past life and the future life, many people will think that it is another individual that is completely different from the self in this life. Because in the eyes of these people, memory is the key material that constitutes personality, and clearing the memory and starting over is no different from death. In a sense, the wandering soul that Tan Xiang and I knew is dead, and the wandering soul that is looking at us now is another person.

And this person is about to die. People who take San Sheng Shi San are destined to die soon.

The apocalypse is the end of the world, and there will be no afterlife.

"Have you recovered your memory?" I asked.

Youhun nodded slowly: "Recovered."

"Xiaowan told you that as long as your memory is restored, she can escape the crisis. Now can you tell me why?" I said.

"Okay, but I need to solve a problem first."

As he spoke, Youhun looked at another person present, "Tan Xiang, you seem to want to leave, but you lack a team of survivors willing to accept you, right?"

Tan Xiang was startled at first, then nodded.

Youhun took out paper, pen, and cartographer's map from his backpack.

"I remembered a lot of things, and I can help you."

As he spoke, he wrote some words on the paper and the map, then folded them up, walked over and handed these items, along with the blessing lantern in his hand, to Tan Xiang.

"What happens next cannot be heard by outsiders, so you should take these things and leave first." The wandering soul said, "There is a place where survivors gather near the area where the abandoned Gospel Temple is located. As long as you leave this place and turn left and keep going, you can reach it.

"You should be able to find a team of survivors still staying there. Just give this letter of recommendation to their leader and you will be able to join them. The leader is an old acquaintance of mine. For the sake of this blessing, he will accept you.

"There will be a man in a black cloak there. After you enter that place, he will try to talk to you. Just give him this map with words on it. Don't unfold it to read the contents. You can't understand this kind of map anyway."

Tan Xiang raised his hand to take these things. When the time came, he seemed to be in strong hesitation and anxiety, and said: "But..."

"Don't say those useless words. Zhuang Cheng and I will not accompany you. I will die soon, and Zhuang Cheng has bad luck, so it is not convenient for him to come into contact with other survivors." Youhun said, "Don't worry, as long as you walk in that direction, you will arrive soon. The blessing will also automatically calibrate your route to the correct direction."

After listening to Youhun's words, I had some vague thoughts in my mind, and I didn't raise any objections to the decision he made.

Tan Xiang hesitated again and again. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, and stood up and said, "I understand... Then, goodbye."

"Well... before we part ways, as someone who has experienced this, I'll give you some simple advice." Youhun said, "Do you remember what Zhuang Cheng said last time?"

"Which sentence?" Tan Xiang asked doubtfully.

"As long as you have enough willpower and make a vow to your heart, even a mortal can master the power to interfere with fate." The wandering soul said, "Don't you want to go home? Then remember these words, maybe they will be of some help to you."

Tan Xiang obviously didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't argue at this time. Instead, he seemed to take it as a parting gift. He nodded and said, "This... I'll remember it."

We then walked out of the wreckage of the building. Tan Xiang bowed her head to Youhun and me and said sincerely, "Thank you for your care along the way. Now... I'm leaving first."

He turned around nervously, holding the blessing lantern, and walked away into the distance, looking back every three steps.

Watching that timid figure disappear into the darkness in the distance, I turned to look at the wandering soul and said, "Now you should get to the point, right?"

The wandering soul nodded first, then walked to a nearby pond, took out his knife, cut off his messy hair, shaved off the beard on his chin and upper lip, squatted down and washed all the dirt on his face with clean water, and finally stood up and faced me again.

After finishing the trimming and cleaning, he revealed a face that was almost identical to the person who had just left, except that his expression was more haggard, his skin was rougher, and there were some mottled scars on his face.

An extremely absurd feeling took over my heart.

"Sandalwood?" I blurted out.

"It's me, Zhuang Cheng." He said sadly, "I'm sorry, I still forgot everything you said."

(End of this chapter)