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"On the contrary, you care about everything, live a busy life, and are overwhelmed."

My eye twitched and I immediately replied.

"Why don't you sound like you're complimenting me?"

Cangwu didn't deny it at all. He just nodded and said frankly.

"I'm not praising you, I'm just thinking you're stupid."

"I don't want to comment on the way you act, I just want to remind you not to become like me."

"I hate people who are similar to me because I know I can never get along with them."

"So... it's okay to be a little stupid."

I was a little surprised that this guy could say such harsh words. Can he really chat?

Cangwu didn't care about my reaction, but just talked to himself.

"I've lived for hundreds of years."

"These hundreds of years of life are a process of slowly getting tired of everything."

"In the end, I no longer care about anything and just go with the flow."

I narrowed my eyes, finally became interested in Cangwu's topic, and asked him.

"Is there nothing worth remembering in your hundreds of years?"

When Cangwu heard this, his expression froze, as if he was lost in long memories. He didn't say anything for a long time. Just when I was about to lose my patience, he suddenly said.

"Roasted sweet potato."

"The baked sweet potatoes that day should be delicious."

Chapter 64: Liar

"Roasted sweet potato."

"The baked sweet potatoes that day should be delicious."

Cangwu's eyes became a little vague, and there was a rare bit of gentleness. He looked at the snow in the distance and said absent-mindedly.

"It was winter at that time, and the weather was very cold. My father and I walked through the thick snow to go up the mountain to chop firewood."

"That day was my eighteenth birthday, and my mother prepared sweet potatoes for me at home."

"I still remember that it was really cold that day. My dad and I were walking on the snow and our feet were almost frozen off."

"At that time, I had gained immortality for two years, and my parents also knew about it."

"Then, they thought they should find a better wife for me, but I don't think so. I think Xiangcui from the village is very suitable."

Cangwu smiled and rubbed his hands awkwardly, as if he had turned into the shy boy he was back then.

"When we went down the mountain, I carried all the firewood and walked in front, while my father followed behind, panting, holding an axe."

"He was walking and talking at the same time."

"I am really old, and I have really grown up."

"It's time to think about lifelong events."

"I couldn't listen at all at that time. My mind was full of thoughts about the roasted sweet potatoes prepared by my mother at home."

"In such cold weather, it would be so pleasant to eat a hot sweet potato. I have been missing it since this morning."

Having said this, Cangwu suddenly stopped, staring blankly into the distance with a lonely look in his eyes, as if he had turned into a stone.

I waited for a long time but didn't get the next story, so I took the initiative to ask him.

"Well...did you eat it? Roasted sweet potato."

Cangwu didn't look at me, but looked into the distance for a long time and said slowly.

"No……"

A breeze suddenly blew, and Cangwu's eyes became a little hazy, and his voice became hoarse and unpleasant, as if there was a razor blade in his throat, and every word he spoke would bleed.

"That day, when I returned home, I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood. A pot of steaming hot roasted sweet potatoes had been thrown on the ground and trampled into mud."

"A group of soldiers, armed with knives, killed my father in front of me and kidnapped me."

"The last time I looked, I saw the roasted sweet potatoes on the ground, dyed red by my mother's blood."

"There is a prince who heard about me from somewhere and wanted to achieve immortality."

"So, he captured me and wanted to use me to make pills."

“Perhaps, from that day on, I understood.”

"There is no responsibility in this world that can bind me anymore."

"I don't owe the world anything. Even if humanity perishes, it has nothing to do with me."

"Because you can't expect a dead person to have any attachment to this world."

My fingers moved slightly, and my past memories told me that I should comfort Cangwu at this time. But when I looked at Cangwu, I didn’t know how to comfort him.

He may have experienced more things than I have, and he is more desperate. But I can't understand why he is so determined to live, even if it means eating his own flesh.

Thinking of this, I asked softly unconsciously.

"If that's the case, why do you want to live so badly?"

Cangwu touched the roof with his fingers, his eyes indifferent, revealing deep loneliness and helplessness. He spoke to me as if jokingly.

"Because I know that my parents want me to live."

"Live longer and more comfortably than those damned beasts."

"I spent my entire life without being able to avenge my parents, and I couldn't even bury their bodies."

"Thinking about it this way, maybe I should just end it all and die."

"But as long as I think about the blood of my parents flowing in my veins, I want to live."

"As an old man who lived hundreds of years ago, I am the only one left in this world who remembers my parents."

"If I die, they...will really become like the yellow sand, and no one will remember that they were ever alive."

"Remember... they were once a pair of competent parents."

My heart was slightly moved, but I was a little at a loss. I subconsciously thought of my parents.

Under the pressure of hundreds of reincarnation memories, I can no longer clearly remember what my parents look like.

However, every time I think of their vague faces, there is always a warm current flowing slowly through my heart, warming my broken heart.

So... does Cangwu still remember what his parents look like?

"Do you...remember what your parents look like?"

Upon hearing this, Cangwu shook his head slightly and said with some sadness.

"I can't remember it a hundred years ago."

"Now it seems that it is just an obsession that keeps me alive."

As expected... is that so?

I remained silent, not knowing how to comfort Cangwu, nor how to continue the conversation or divert Cangwu's attention. Instead, it was Cangwu who spoke first.

"What is time like? Like a liar."

"Over time, he will deceive your memory, your feelings."

"It makes you forget, but not completely."

“And then it happens again and again.”

"You and I are very similar. We are both ordinary people, ordinary and mediocre, but we are forced to have things that don't belong to us."

"According to my original values, I am undoubtedly a scumbag, a scumbag who is destined to live a long life and has no sense of responsibility."

"But you are different. You have something I can't find anymore."

"So, I don't want you to become like me."

"One scumbag like me is enough."

“Don’t be afraid to make mistakes, keep your anger, and be an ordinary person who is indignant about simple good and evil.”

Having said that, Cangwu turned his head, looked at me, and spoke softly.

"I want to see how far an immortal body different from mine can go and what it will become."

As he said that, Cangwu patted my shoulder, stood up, stretched his muscles casually, and said with a smile.

"Don't think too much about it, just treat it as my nonsense."

"I... just... want to tell someone my story."

"After all, I am also an ordinary person who wants to talk."

As he said that, Cangwu turned around and walked back the way he came. Just as he was about to flip off the roof, he suddenly looked up and shouted to me.

"Oh, right."

"I made up that story just now."

I was stunned for a moment, and my eyes met Cangwu's. Seeing the smile between his eyebrows, I suddenly smiled, looked at his lonely figure, and slowly uttered two words from my mouth.

"fraud."

Chapter 65: Nature

After Cangwu left, I sat alone on the roof for a long time, thinking seriously about what he said to me.

It’s a pity that I can’t seem to become the good-natured person who never learns his lessons.

In many cases, people rely on past experience to judge and decide the next development of events.

In my past reincarnations, I could save people I didn’t know without any scruples, and then be repaid with ingratitude, over and over again, repeating the same mistakes.

At that time, I was not that great. It was just because I was immortal that I had the chance to make mistakes and to take a gamble, and the result would be what I expected.

However, when such expectations are dashed again and again, and the same mistakes are repeated in countless reincarnations.

I...have to become something I don't like.

They are brutal, unscrupulous, and like to use killing to achieve their goals.

I have no objection to killing. It has always been like this. I just don't like killing innocent people.

Cangwu is a liar, I thought, picked up a stone from the roof and threw it far away.

But at least, in the story just now, he didn't lie to me.

I don’t know what it would feel like to see my biological parents die in front of me, despair or anger?

But come to think of it, there should only be deep-rooted hatred left.

As an immortal being, Cangwu did not have the ability to avenge his parents. Perhaps when he was planning revenge, he heard the news of his enemy's death.

Compared to ours, the life of an ordinary person is really too short.

Whether relatives or enemies, they will slowly decay and become blurred in the long river of time.

Many years later, when Cangwu recalled that memory, he might have forgotten how to hate someone, and he became incomplete because of it.

From this perspective, Cangwu and I are indeed similar.

Our lives are all so imperfect.

I suddenly had a silly idea, a stupid idea.

If only... there was someone who could live on for me.

……

Under the same sky, thousands of miles away.

A man drove a luxury car full of Coke and stopped outside the gate of the ancient city. He shouted to the sentry on the gate.