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I held the photo and squinted slightly, feeling more and more confused. I looked at the old man and couldn't help asking.

"Aren't you immortal? How come you're so old?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled gently, his wrinkled face full of bitterness. He licked his lips and responded in a low voice.

"Young man, are you here for immortality as well?"

"But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

As he spoke, the old man stood up from the sofa tremblingly. Then, in my astonished eyes, he looked like a piece of broken porcelain, with criss-crossing cracks starting from his face and spreading to his entire body.

Crack! The next moment, the old man's skin shattered and fell to the ground. At the same time, a stream of white hot air slowly rose up.

In this white heat, the old man's body split open, revealing a young, muscular, tall man, naked, with red skin, like a newborn baby.

I looked at the strange scene in front of me, and couldn’t help but look at the man’s face, and then I suddenly realized.

So this is what his immortal body looks like.

Chapter 45: Fellow villagers meet fellow villagers

In the dim light, a young, strong, handsome man, naked, stood among a pile of porcelain-like fragments, slowly stretching his body.

White hot air filled the air, with a hint of heat, hitting my face, making me squint my eyes and look at the black and white photo in my hand again.

This time, the man in front of me looked exactly like the black and white photo in my hand.

I can finally be sure that there really are immortal people other than me in this world.

For a moment, my mood was complicated and my eyes became dim. I looked at the man in front of me, my heart seemed to have thousands of words. After holding them back for a long time, I finally squeezed out a word from my mouth.

"Can you put your clothes on first? That thing is dangling around, it's a bit weird."

The man seemed to have no sense of shame at all, he just stretched his newly rejuvenated body to his heart's content, his body lines were very beautiful, with just the right amount of muscles, and it was all visible at a glance.

But unfortunately, I have no interest in men's bodies.

After my reminder, the man slowly walked to the closet behind him, took out a black bathrobe, put it on, temporarily covering his body and making the scene no longer so eye-catching.

The man strolled leisurely, as if I didn't exist, walked to the red sofa, sat down comfortably, then raised his eyes slightly and asked me.

"Put down your gun, young man."

"This thing has no use to me."

I looked at the leisurely man who didn't put down the gun in his hand, but didn't show any hostility either. Instead, I spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe in that."

Hearing this, the man was stunned, and a look of surprise flashed across his originally relaxed brows, but then he burst into laughter, touched the glass on the table with his hand, and spoke slowly.

"I have lived for hundreds of years, but I am not relying on my immortality to survive until now."

"How many people do you think died in your organization before you were able to capture me?"

I frowned, then I realized that the man in front of me had mistaken me for a member of the Garden of Eden organization.

This made me laugh and cry. Why did the survivors of this base think that I was sent by the Garden of Eden? It was obvious that the organization of Garden of Eden had been destroyed without a trace left.

I put down the gun, walked over, sat down on the red sofa next to the man with a calm expression, and spoke slowly.

"I have to explain."

As I said that, I raised a finger and smiled at the man.

"First of all, you misunderstood."

"I am not from the Garden of Eden, and I have no ill will towards you."

The man raised his eyebrows, seemingly not believing my explanation. I ignored him, raised my second finger, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Secondly, the immortal body is just immortal, it will also feel pain."

"I shot and shattered both of your legs at the knees in a split second. Do you think you could stand up in a short time?"

"I am very familiar with immortality. You can't scare me."

Hearing this, the man's expression finally changed. He looked at my whole body carefully, and then said in a low voice.

"Young man, do you know what you are talking about?"

I didn't say any more nonsense. In order to gain the man's trust as quickly as possible, I picked up the pistol, pointed it at my right hand, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Bang! With a gunshot, a cloud of blood burst out from my right hand, and my fingers were blown to pieces. Seeing this, the man stood up suddenly, stared at me closely, and said coldly.

"Are you crazy? Or are you just demonstrating to me?"

Looking at the nervous look of the man, I finally confirmed that his calmness just now was all pretended.

I didn't explain anything, but just raised my right hand, which was blown to pieces, high up so that he could take a closer look.

The man looked at me strangely, as if he thought I was a lunatic. But then, my right hand began to heal itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wriggling granulation tissue seemed to be connected by silk threads, gathering the broken flesh and blood together. The new flesh grew wildly, quickly restoring my right hand to its original state.

The man's eyes gradually changed, becoming unbelievable. I pinched my regrown right hand and whispered.

"Coincidentally, I am also immortal."

"Now, you should be able to trust me, right?"

The man's expression changed back and forth, and finally there was only relief. He suddenly became relaxed, let out a long sigh as if a heavy burden had been lifted, sat back on the red sofa, shook his head and smiled wryly.

"No, no, no, my body can't do that."

"If I were injured like you, I would have to sleep for at least three months before I could recover."

As he spoke, the man raised his eyebrows, looked into my eyes, and became much more friendly. He stretched out his right hand towards me and spoke solemnly.

"Cangwu."

I reached out, held Cangwu's hand, and said in the same low voice.

"Su Li."

Once again, I didn't say my real name, perhaps because I no longer cared about the original name.

In the thousand years of reincarnation, I have been called Su Li for a thousand years, but no one calls me by my real name anymore.

Su Li, this name seems to have become my real name.

After a simple handshake, I realized that Cangwu's eyes were somewhat eager, which did not surprise me.

To Cangwu, I am the only person of my kind he has met in these hundreds of years. It is like a person who has been wandering in a foreign land for half his life and meets a fellow countryman for the first time.

When I was about to ask about Cangwu's immortality, I found that Cangwu's gaze slowly moved and fell on the little pink schoolbag behind me.

Oh, I probably look effeminate now.

I felt a little embarrassed and wanted to explain, but I found that Cangwu's eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

"Can you show me this pink bag?"

Hearing this, I immediately took off the pink schoolbag and handed it to Cangwu. I had long been fed up with this shabby schoolbag.

Cangwu took the pink schoolbag, opened it slowly, and took out the handmade bear doll inside. The bear doll was extremely ugly and not cute at all, but Cangwu couldn't help laughing out loud when he looked at the schoolbag in his hand and whispered.

"That madman actually did this."

Hearing this, I was confused, but then I thought of the various written instructions I encountered along the way, and the suggestion that I carry a pink schoolbag.

The person who left the text should be related to Cangwu.

However, before I could ask, Cangwu handed me the pink schoolbag and asked me proactively.

"Can you tell me how you picked up this pink schoolbag?"

I thought about it and told Cangwu in detail about everything that happened to me from the beginning when I encountered the text message.

Cangwu listened with great interest, and at the end he kept shaking his head with a smile on his face and sighed in a low voice.

"That crazy woman is really interesting."

Chapter 46: Strange People (I)

"That crazy woman is really interesting."

Cangwu sighed like this, slightly absent-minded, and I don’t know what he remembered. His expression was gloomy. When he came back to his senses, he saw me with a curious look on my face, seeming to want to say something but hesitant.

Seeing this, Cangwu burst out laughing. After a pause, he smiled embarrassedly and apologized.

"Sorry for making you laugh."

"If you're interested, I can tell you the story of that crazy woman."

Of course I wouldn't refuse and nodded repeatedly. I have always been curious about this mysterious person and naturally didn't want to miss it.

Cangwu pursed his lips and tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers. After thinking for a long time, his eyes became vague and he slowly began to tell the story of the mysterious man.

"Her name is Fang Lin, and she is a...very strange woman."

"She lives her life as she pleases, not caring about good or evil, and the thing she cares least about is immortality."

"And the first time I met her was one day ten years ago."

"That day..."

.........

Ten years ago, Cangwu, who had been imprisoned for many years, sat on the sofa, neither happy nor angry, like a dummy, without any movement.

Opposite Cangwu, there were several researchers in white coats sitting, who kept asking Cangwu questions, but no matter what the questions were, Cangwu did not respond at all, pretending that the researchers opposite did not exist.

In Cangwu's memory, such inquiries have been going on for a full ten years and are no longer new, but in these ten years, he has not spoken a single word to these people.

Cangwu picked up the teacup on the table. The yellow tea in the cup had already gone cold. There was no heat at all, and the tea leaves had sunk to the bottom of the cup. He lowered his brows and took a sip of the tea in the cup.

In his life that spanned hundreds of years, this was not the first time he was captured. He had been treated as a monster and feared, but he had also been treated as a celestial being and worshiped.

Being hated, desired, and exiled, in such a boring life, he had long been accustomed to such things and was tired of such meaningless questions.

As usual, after their inquiries failed, these researchers left without any sense of frustration. Perhaps for them, coming to this room every day and asking questions like playing the lute to a cow for two hours was the best way to slack off.

Cangwu was used to this kind of prisoner life, which was dull and tedious, but it was ultimately a repetition of his past life.

When Cangwu finished drinking the cold tea in the cup, he found that among the researchers, there was a young girl who did not leave, but was looking at him with resentful and complicated eyes.

The girl was pretty and cute, and looked young, but for some reason, her delicate eyes and brows were filled with hatred for Cangwu.

Cangwu was a little confused. He had never seen this girl before. Why was she looking at him like that?

Just as Cangwu was thinking this, the girl suddenly looked at him and said coldly.

"Shirakura, do you recognize me?"

Cangwu was stunned when he heard this. Baicang was the name he used before, but that was twenty years ago. As usual, Cangwu remained silent and did not respond to the girl's questions.

Unexpectedly, the girl actually gave a somewhat sad self-deprecating smile, her eyes slightly moist, her white teeth gently biting her lips, and she spoke in a low voice.

"I knew it. How could someone like you know the name of your biological daughter?"

Hearing this, Cangwu was shocked and looked at the girl in disbelief. Under Cangwu's gaze, the girl took out a stack of photos, stared at Cangwu coldly, and said with hatred.

"Have you forgotten? Twenty years ago, you married a stupid woman and gave birth to a daughter."

"Then when your daughter was ten years old, he just walked away and never asked about her again, leaving you as a single mother, struggling to raise your daughter."

Cangwu was a little dazed when he heard that. He looked down at the photos that the girl had thrown on the table. Among the photos, there were wedding photos of himself and a woman, and also of himself holding a baby and smiling warmly at the camera.

Suddenly, past memories flooded into Cangwu's mind. The belated feeling of guilt made him dare not look directly at the girl opposite him. He just lowered his head to look at the photos.

The photos on the table record in detail the changes of the family of three, from the beginning, there were three people in the family, but now there are only mother and daughter left.

In the photo, the woman seemed to have aged very quickly and her smile was forced. Only when she was in the same frame with her daughter did she reveal a genuine smile.

Cangwu recalled that the woman had always been weak and obedient. As long as he didn't mention it, she would not ask about his past. She was a gentle and considerate wife.

As time passed, the woman in the photo grew older, while the little girl nestled beside her grew older. As the little girl grew up, the woman regained her radiance, even brighter than at the beginning.

The girl in the photo has always had a bright smile on her face, from a girl with dark skin to the beautiful girl with a slender figure sitting opposite him.

In the last photo, the pretty girl is hugging her mother, holding the college acceptance letter, and smiling brightly.

Cangwu put down the photo in his hand and looked at the girl opposite him. The girl had become much more mature than in the last photo, and her eyes and eyebrows seemed to resemble her mother.