I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 57 Please help me, General

Shanghai, as one of the most economically prosperous cities in China, is characterized by openness and inclusiveness. It seems that everything can be found here.

This tolerance is not only oriented towards the future, but also towards the past.

Big cities are not short of money, so they also put a lot of effort into protecting old street buildings with a certain history.

Bai Xuan had set foot in this city before for some reason, but it was too huge. Even if he had been there, he would have been unfamiliar with the roads he saw.

After getting off the subway, I followed the navigation to my destination, put down my phone, and looked at the street ahead.

The scenery here is indeed very similar to what I saw in my dream.

If it is at night, you can almost hear someone softly singing "The Night Never Ends".

The surrounding buildings are all protected buildings and can no longer keep up with the needs of life in today's era. Although there are some pedestrians on the street, it is relatively deserted.

Most of the original residents have either passed away or choose to resell the houses because they have certain historical value and cannot even be renovated and restored according to their own preferences.

Bai Xuan walked forward for nearly a hundred meters and found only three or two houses with open doors and a smell of people.

At an intersection, he suddenly stopped and looked at a three-story building with a red brick exterior. Its familiar appearance was very eye-catching.

When I arrived at the door, it was locked.

Through the iron gate, you can see fallen leaves all over the courtyard. It seems that no one has been in for a long time.

"Young man, are you looking for someone?"

When Bai Xuan heard the question, he turned around and saw an old woman with a cane staring at him in a daze.

"Yes." Bai Xuan said, "I heard about this western-style building, so I came here specifically to look for it. I guess I found the right place. Do you know this place?"

"I know, how could I not know?" the old woman sighed, "This western-style building belongs to my aunt."

Bai Xuan scratched his cheek. "What a coincidence! Is the owner of this building no longer here?"

"He passed away over seventy years ago." The old woman leaned on her crutches and asked with a nostalgic look in her eyes, "The man who asked you to come here...was his surname Wen?"

Bai Xuan: "...I guess so."

Bai Xuan learned the girl's name at the Public Security Bureau... Wen Nanyu, her surname was indeed Wen.

"I heard that Mr. Wen has no sons, only a daughter, and a granddaughter." The old woman took a look at Bai Xuan's eyebrows and eyes: "Your eyebrows and eyes don't look like him."

Bai Xuan was about to explain.

The old woman spoke, pretending to be confused and not bothering to argue: "Forget it, I don't want to ask too many questions. Whether you are here or not, you are here. I don't want to wait too long... Since you are here, it can be regarded as an explanation. Come with me in."

The old man opened the iron gate, walked into the western-style building with a crutch, and began to tell a story.

……

That was in the middle of the last century.

At that time, Shanghai was bustling with singing and dancing.

But some of her gorgeous clothes and makeup at that time did not belong to her.

Although Shanghai seemed calm at that time, there were actually undercurrents. Many hands and many eyes converged here.

Wealth is profit, and the world is bustling with people seeking profit.

That year, there was an eighteen-year-old girl named Ruoruo who entered a nightclub called Furong to make a living. She made her debut on stage and sang with such amazing singing skills that she stunned the audience and amazed the celebrities present.

From then on, she quickly became famous and appeared on the screen with a movie, becoming Bai Ling, the hottest female star in Shanghai at that time.

In the winter of the same year, another young man who had just taken off his military uniform came to Shanghai alone.

He came with a mission.

It has become an eye rooted in this city, responsible for finding out the evil, clearing the darkness in the corners, and letting the light penetrate deeper.

Become a ranger in the steel jungle.

He was young and full of vigor, eager to make achievements and unwilling to miss any opportunity. While approaching various celebrities as a successful businessman, he secretly organized everything he saw into documents and reported them.

The meeting between these two people was not accidental, but an encounter deliberately arranged by the man. He planned to use this female star as a springboard to get in touch with the driving force behind her. Even though he knew very well that this woman was just a canary, he did not think too much about it.

The woods ranger and the canary met at a dance, but their chance encounter turned out to be a fateful disaster.

The flame of love was ignited.

But this love is fatal to both of them... neither of them can control their own destiny.

The woodsman made the mistake of trying to free the canary by using too much force.

Although he almost succeeded, this approach aroused the vigilance of some people, who began to examine the Ranger's background and began to consider whether he was a profitable partner or a competitor.

Even though the ranger was very careful, he could not avoid the attention of many parties, and eventually his identity was exposed during an operation.

The other party did not deal him a fatal blow, but instead gave him a difficult choice: to reveal the list and identities of his companions and flee with the canary; or to die together.

No one knows what kind of psychological struggle the forest ranger went through.

He did not give out the list.

So the canary died.

The ranger's greatest misfortune was that he did not die during the torture in the basement, but lived until his colleagues rescued him.

After the canary died, the ranger left Shanghai despite the dissuasion of those around him.

He changed his name, left the job he had been holding on to, gave up the ideal that had made him persevere and also left him bruised and battered, and plunged into the hard work of the business world.

Five years later, he returned to Shanghai and bought this Western-style building.

Every year on the anniversary of his death, I would come back here to take a look.

Until this year, when he could no longer come.

……

Bai Xuan stood in front of the glass-framed painting, which depicted the beauty who had swept Shanghai more than seventy years ago.

"How did she die?" Bai Xuan paused, not wanting to ask in too much detail.

The old woman replied, "She jumped from a tall building and died."

"Was he pushed down?"

"She committed suicide," the old woman whispered. "After her body was discovered, it was hastily buried in the backyard. Later I heard that her hands and feet were intact."

Bai Xuan asked again: "So after more than seventy years, Mr. Wen has never forgotten her."

"I haven't forgotten." The old woman said confidently: "I have never seen anyone like Wen Shijun, so if he doesn't come, I would rather believe that he is dead."

"Even though he gave up her life?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The old woman raised her cane and hit Bai Xuan's knee, lecturing him with a stern face, "Do you really think that those scum who treat human life as worthless will keep their promise? What difference does it make whether he says it or not? Saying it will only make the consequences worse."

Bai Xuan was silent.

To know is to know.

This is rationality. Humans rely on rational thinking, but are driven by emotions.

When a loved one is threatened, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, one can't help but pray and try.

Precisely because it is a weakness of human nature, it is difficult to overcome.

The old woman sighed, "I've also heard his mumblings and confessions. He's done the best he can for his country and his comrades, but he feels guilty about her... That's the reality. Nothing is perfect. I hope he can finally let it go."

Bai Xuan agreed: "It's time to let it go."

That's what I'm here for.

……

Sent the old woman away.

Bai Xuan came to the backyard of the villa.

This is where the woman died and where her grave is.

It seems that five years had passed before Mr. Wen bought the villa, so there was no way to move the grave. He did not want to disturb the deceased, so he erected a tombstone here.

The ground behind the tombstone was very flat, covered with green grass and bright hibiscus flowers.

Flowers are in full bloom, full of vitality.

It doesn't look like a cemetery at all, but more like a greenhouse with eternal spring all year round.

but……

Bai Xuan looked at the silk thread in his wrist, which pointed straight ahead like an arrow.

This is it, there's no mistake.

"I'm already here, why don't you come out and see me?"

Bai Xuan asked.

He summoned his magical powers, riding the wind and sweeping in all directions. Flowers swayed, and grasses fluttered. However, no one answered.

Bai Xuan scratched his cheek, feeling a little puzzled.

"Is it because it's broad daylight and you're afraid of the sun?"

"Are there any other necessary conditions?"

He didn't know much about ghosts.

In the world of true cultivation, he has experienced all kinds of professions, but the only one he has not experienced is ghost cultivation... because the objective conditions do not allow it. If he dies, he will just restart his life and not even his residual soul will be left behind.

As for exorcising ghosts and demons, that is Yijian's job, and he never does any fancy things.

Seeing no one responding in front of the tombstone.

He thought, why not wait until night?

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in front of the tombstone.

Since you don't want to see me, I will take the initiative to come to you.

Wait for me to fall asleep!

……

Just sleep when you say sleep.

Fall asleep in a second.

As Bai Xuan closed his eyes, the surrounding scene changed in an instant.

Dreams transformed from reality are extremely similar to reality.

He was also sitting cross-legged in the courtyard of the western-style building, but he had changed his clothes, a white robe, a silver spear, and a bronze mask.

The tombstones and flowers in front also disappeared, replaced by a large area of bright red Lycoris radiata.

In the center of the Lycoris radiata, a woman with long black hair is showing off her singing voice and singing a melodious song.

The melody sounds very much like an old song from the previous life, "A Cloud Made of Rain in the Wind"... This musical quality is forty years ahead of the industry.

She just focused on singing with her eyes closed. When she sang to the emotional part, bright red tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. When the red tears fell to the ground, a red spider lily bloomed.

Sing the song to the end.

As the only audience member, Bai Xuan applauded to show his respect.

"You sing very well...but don't continue singing yet."

The singing girl Bai Ling tilted her head and looked at the silver-armored general.

Her unfocused eyes slowly froze, like a nearsighted person taking great effort to adjust the focus and see clearly who was in front of her.

The moment he saw clearly, his pupils trembled violently.

"Ahhhh——!"

She screamed as if she had witnessed some extreme horror.

The shrieking sound set off a bright red wave in the sea of flowers on the other shore of the dream, and countless petals fluttered. Under the ground, huge dry bones broke out of the ground, and huge white bone palms slapped towards the general.

Bai Xuan kicked up the silver spear and threw it casually.

A flash of white lightning instantly destroyed the huge white bones in the dream.

Not an enemy at all.

Bai Wuji, who carries infinite evil spirit, is a military strategist and war god who can really do "I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and kill Yama Luo with 100,000 flags". What can a mere little ghost do to him?

No matter how Bai Ling resisted, it was all in vain.

A silver spear was handed in front of him, making him unable to move.

Bai Xuan held the gun in his left hand and looked down at the ferocious ghost who was still trying to struggle and resist, but he was not in a hurry to give her a fatal blow.

He just spoke quietly.

"Wen Shijun...will not come again."

The larks and the red spider lilies all over the ground trembled violently, and their strength to resist immediately weakened.

She stared blankly at the general with a bronze ghost mask on his face.

"He is dead."

Bai Xuan said slowly and heavily, "It's time to wake up from this dream."

"No..." Bai Ling opened her mouth and murmured in a dreamy whisper, then shook her head frantically. Her voice became louder and louder, turning into a frantic roar: "No! I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!"

"He said he would come see me!"

"I will definitely see him!"

I thought this sentence would wake her up, but it had the opposite effect.

Instead, it further stimulated her spirit, causing her already chaotic mental state to go even further towards madness.

But even so, she was still held by Bai Xuan with one hand.

No matter how violent the energy was, it couldn't move the silver spear even a little bit.

Bai Xuan actually hoped that she could suddenly transform herself into someone with a thousand years of cultivation to put some pressure on him.

Otherwise, I would seem like a villain.

The general stood where he was. In fact, he only needed a little strength to completely shatter the poor man's residual soul, consciousness, obsession, and even the entire dream into nothingness.

But perhaps it was because he had some respect for Wen Shijun, or perhaps after hearing this story, he wanted to give it a perfect ending.

He said: "It is true that the person is no longer with us, but you may still be able to see him for the last time."

Beneath the silver spear, Bai Ling's eyes, which were shedding tears of blood, were still as red as ever, but they were a little quieter.

"I'll give you a choice."

"I'm going to see him and fulfill my wish."

"Or he became a fierce ghost, and was beaten to ashes by my own hands."

Under the bronze ghost mask, Bai Xuan's voice was soft and gentle.

"Don't force me to be the bad guy."

A few breaths of waiting passed.

A timid voice sounded.

"Really, can we see him?"

"Maybe, maybe not."