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The two of them were entangled together, gnawing madly at the shoes left behind by an unknown shadow. When there was nothing left, they began to gnaw at each other's scalps.

But Qingying still remembers their warm and enthusiastic smiles and the loving looks in each other's eyes when she first met the couple.

The little girl Xu Xiu also sat on the chair with her back hunched. Her originally pretty face was now pale and thin, like a horrible mummy. She no longer had the agility and grace she had before.

She pulled out her hair one by one, stuffed it into her mouth and muttered to herself:

"This is my only chance in this life... Only I can realize the great way..."

"I'm sure I can figure it out... for sure... Yonehara Bairiel M crowns the ashes of the dead..."

By the end it had become completely meaningless gibberish.

Qingying looked at the little girl with some heartache. All she could see was her previous appearance of being weak and cute, adorable and clingy, and having her eyes narrowed when she smiled.

She was numb to the madness of the people around her.

She just felt sad.

Crazy and noisy sounds filled every corner, as if the whole world had gone crazy.

In the entire square, only Chen Yin, Qingying, and Qingchen were left, able to remain awake and continue sitting in their places.

The Taoist priest didn't care at all that his voice had been drowned out by the crazy people. He still maintained his formulaic gentle smile and repeated his soft sermons day after day for decades.

The scene was like a teacher talking incessantly on the stage, while the students below were as crazy as a vegetable market.

As the sun was setting, the Taoist asked in a soft voice as usual: "Today's lecture has ended. Have you gained anything from it, fellow Taoists?"

No one responded to him.

The field was still filled with crazy cheers, cries, curses, and wails.

"In that case, there is no need to be discouraged. Just continue tomorrow."

The Taoist priest completely ignored the madness, squinted his eyes, chuckled, and rode away on a crane.

Qingying watched his younger brother Qingchen stand up from the crazy crowd, and then pass through the crowd with silent eyes.

He walked towards his residence step by step, staggeringly.

Qingying still remembers the first day she and Chen Yin came in, her younger brother Qingchen walked towards their residence with brisk steps and a happy mood.

She really couldn't connect with the skinny and haggard boy in front of her.

She finally covered her mouth and cried sadly.

"don't want……"

"Don't...understand it again..."

Chen Yin looked at her silently from behind.

After a long while, when her crying became quieter, Chen Yin spoke softly:

"Are you done crying?"

"……Um."

"Do you need me to comfort you?"

"……Need not."

Qingying bit her red lips stubbornly, but tears still rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Chen Yin sighed and reached out to pull her up.

"Before I came here, I asked you. Are you really ready for your brother to die?"

"At that time you said you were ready. But I know you weren't. In your heart you still don't believe that your brother is dead."

"So, what now?" He looked away sadly.

Qingying took a deep breath and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Now."

"I hope Ah Chen dies soon."

As soon as possible, get rid of this life worse than death.

They had never been afraid of death. Those street kids were not afraid of death. Because they were living in a precarious situation and could die at any time like a mayfly.

But it is truly the most terrifying thing to have your faith in life eroded bit by bit, trapping you in a painful situation where you cannot live or die.

Qingying couldn't bear to see her brother living in such a place for even a second.

"Then you're lucky."

Chen Yin's voice suddenly rang out, causing her to look up in surprise before her tears had dried.

"because."

"Tomorrow is the last day," he said calmly, his eyes like a deep pool.

-

The next day, Qingying got up very early.

As soon as she stepped outside, she could sense something was obviously different.

…It’s too quiet.

Yesterday, there was still noise and crazy talk everywhere.

Today the entire Mayfly Mountain is so quiet that it is somewhat eerie.

Everyone is gone.

All those crazy people yesterday seemed to have disappeared.

There seemed to be only three people left on the hill.

Qingying finally understood what Chen Yin said. It seemed that yesterday was the last madness.

The end of madness is silent destruction.

Everyone who is not dead yet has died yesterday.

Finally, apart from Chen Yin and Qingying, only Qingchen was left.

By the time Qingying and Chen Yin arrived in front of Qingchen's room, Qingchen had already finished washing up.

He changed into clean clothes and put everything in the house in order.

Walk out of the house and bow deeply towards it.

Then he walked silently on the way to the square.

This time, no one spoke. It was so quiet that even the breathing of the three of them could not be heard.

They arrived at the square and sat cross-legged. The huge square was empty with only the three of them.

Soon, the Taoist came again on a crane.

"My fellow Taoists, if you have gained anything today, you can share it with me."

I have listened to the opening remarks countless times, as well as the endless stream of speeches that followed.

None of the three people present was listening carefully.

Qingchen lowered his head, while Qingying stared at his brother with slightly red eyes.

Chen Yin remained silent.

“…A latecomer.”

Qingchen suddenly spoke. In his hand was a jade pendant, which was used to record his voice.

It's more like talking to oneself than speaking.

“I don’t know if anyone can see this.”

“Is there anyone lucky enough not to lose themselves in such madness?”

"If so, can you listen to me for a few words?"

Qingying stared at the young man; the confusion and emptiness in her eyes seemed to disappear briefly, replaced by a hint of bitterness.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"……sorry."

"I will not be able to walk this path together with those who come after me in the future."

"I hope that by the time you see this message, there will be more people who have persisted here and will walk with you."

"If not..."

He stopped talking and just lowered his head silently.

"Please introduce yourself again. My name is Qingchen. I am a disciple of the Wuling Sect's secret sect."

"Actually, I didn't have a name. That's because I was a homeless child. My sister and I were given names by our master after we entered the secret door."

"Logically speaking, I have gone from being a hungry and cold homeless child to a cultivator of a large sect, and even have the opportunity to realize the great Dao. I am already lucky enough."

He smiled and said, "Indeed. I have already known what I have learned. So compared to other people, I still have a little bit of rationality."

"…but that's all."

"I can't hold on any longer."

“It is often said that if one hears the truth in the morning, one can die in the evening. Today, I still do not know what the truth is, but I have fallen deeply into the mire and cannot extricate myself.”

"I have no regrets," he said calmly.

"The only thing I care about is my sister."

"Her name is Qingying, she is five years older than me. We are both from the Wuling Sect's secret sect."

"But she is even more worry-free than my sister." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Qingying was not angry.

She just covered her mouth with red eyes.

“The latecomers, though, have little chance.”

"But if one day, you meet my sister."

"Please take care of her for me."

"Remind her not to be so hard-hearted. Remind her not to be so stubborn all the time."

"Remind her to put on more clothes when it's cold. Remind her to hold an umbrella when it rains."

"Remind her that if she has a crush on someone, she should find a brother-in-law for me."

"Oh, right." Qingchen laughed to himself, his eyes seemed to dim a little: "What happened here... don't tell her."

"I'm afraid she'll be sad."

"Just tell me...Ah Chen, are you all right?"

Qingying finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs.

Chen Yin stood in front of him.

He looked quietly at the young man with a bright smile and a peaceful expression, then slowly raised the dagger.

He closed his eyes and bowed deeply.

"Fellow Daoist Qingchen."

"I'm Chen Yin."

...I have lived up to your expectations.

(The third update will be around 12 o'clock. I will go update the old book first.)

131. Congratulations. You got it right.

Ashes to dust.

Earth returns to earth.

Finally, Qingchen lowered his head and his figure slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.